#cassiopeia coven

[mizii]

Wallpapers Cassiopeia Coven

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「 League of Legends 」

[ Coven :: Splash Arts Edition ]

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[thehollowrp]

“a lie can only be held against you if you know it's untrue.”

× name: utp × age: utp × gender identity: utp × sexuality: utp × face claim: utp (suggestions: can yaman, adeline rudolph, jd pardo, aldis hodge, kylie bunbury, pedro pascal ) × faction: the covenant × element: esotera × district: cathedral haven × traits: disingenuous, careful, utp, utp, utp, utp

BLURB

try as you might you feel nothing spark as you reach for the stars. an artist and a charlatan in a singular breath trying desperately to hold onto what you know. predictions made are not always truthful and yet you sometimes see more than you should and who among your peers can prove it false

BIO

utp

CONNECTIONS

celtine ↪ a misstep that costs bad advice is bad advice, regardless of the purported truth in the words. sometimes you cross the wrong person. you told a lie, or at least it was perceived as a lie and celtine has not forgiven you for the advice. every time you cross paths there is venom in their stare and ice in your veins. you sometimes worry they will be your undoing.

hemera ↪ light in the dark the fact that they refuse to give into your bullshit surprises you. no one has ever challenged you when you speak of your prophecies and your meanings. even when you're truthful they give you a look of understanding but brush it off. they see to the core of you and it means that they are a danger to you... but also enticing.

ariadne ↪ whispers not unlike my own a fellow member of the covenant who you've known for far too long and on both your tongues rest lies; theirs are sometimes far more innocent than your own, exaggeration and woven stories to give themselves a buffer and yet you feel kinship. there's a innocence in them that you once saw in yourself but you can see the world tearing it from their fingertips.

pinterest — playlist

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @mochie85 | divider by @fictive-sl0th <3

Summary: It's been a long time coming... But now the day for you and Loki to say 'Yes' and enter the bond of marriage has finally arrived. A covenant for eternity.

Chapter Zero - Counting the days until I can make you mine...

Warnings for this Chapter: none besides fluff

Word Count: 1,4k

a/n: We finally kick off the Baby Fever wedding! Ahhhh, I'm BEYOND excited! 🥳 HUGE thanks to every wonderful person who has been a part of this story! You've been fantastic! All your ideas and endless creativity. The love you gave and still give this AU... I am blessed! 🙏🏼 I loved working with y'all! 🤍

Now... Without further ado... Enjoy the first chapter!

💍 Chapter One 💍

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• A Covenant for Eternity Masterlist (coming soon!)

You were standing in front of the stove inside the big communal kitchen of the Avengers compound; baking your world famous chocolate caramel cupcakes. Everybody loved the sweet treat. Even Nick.

It was a little gesture from you - and Loki - who actually wanted to help you, in order to show your gratitude towards everybody who helped you organise your wedding. With Natasha leading the way as your maid of honour and of course Thor as Loki's best man.

Currently you were preparing the caramel cream; humming along to the music which blasted through the over-ear headphones on your head. Since turning sugar into caramel took its time, you definitely needed some entertainment. If you only knew where your soon-to-be husband was...

Once you had added the cream to the caramel and kept on stirring the mixture inside the pot to Taylor Swift's '22', you couldn't help but move to the tones. But once the next song came on, your heart skipped not just one beat... With your eyes widening and lips parting into a big, dreamy smile, you immediately recognised that Spotify just decided to hit you with one of the two songs you were going to have your wedding dance to with Loki - wonderful memories to me made.

The coordinated stirring turned into aimless scratching across the bottom of the pot as your thoughts drifted off; reminiscing in the past and creating the future.

"Which constellation is that over there, my love?" Your gaze followed the direction Loki pointed to. "Uhh..." You frowned in concentration, "I think that should be Cassiopeia - but..." and squinted your eyes. "Something isn't right..." "What do you mean, love?" "There's a star in the constellation that shouldn't be there... Cassiopeia looks like a 'W', but... there's a star too much. It doesn't belong there." Loki let out a short gasp of realisation. "Ahh you mean that one star on the top left corner?" "Yes! Can you see it? Why is it there? This actually can't be..." A knowing smile crept up Loki's face. "Well, about that, I think I have an answer for that." You blinked at your boyfriend in confusion. "You have?" He nodded and sat up, before he summoned some magic. "Look up, my love." You were still confused, but did what Loki said, looked back at the wrong star constellation - and gasped. "W-What is happening now?" The extra star had started to shine brightly all of a sudden and with a snap of Loki's fingers, it... sunk down? Straight towards the two of you. Your eyes widened, as you grabbed on the God's forearm. "L-Lokes, what's... What's that? What's happening?!" Loki just smiled, with the star getting closer and closer. "Lokiiii!" The closer it came, the smaller it got, which left you even more confused. But you soon noticed, that it actually wasn't a star... It was something different... Something shiny... You watched with awe, as the 'star' flew straight into Loki's opened palm. It was a... ring with a shining green emerald on top? You had been so utterly fascinated by the spectacle above you, that you didn't recognise that your boyfriend had gotten on one knee beside you, neither that he was dressed in an all-black suit now. Your brain tried to process what was happening and when you had connected the dots, your eyes widened... A ring. Loki, wearing a suit, kneeling in front of you. This was a proposal.

Your smile even widened as the song led you down memory lane; causing you to experience Loki's proposal all over again.

Loki smiled softly and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "That was the start of everything... We talked a lot, met up in the library to read together, went on dates and at some point... You just kissed me. The rest is history. I had never been happier in my life, than I am with you now. I spent my whole life searching for a meaning - a glorious purpose... And then I realised, that you are what I was always searching for. You are my glorious purpose, Y/N. You showed me a whole new world. A world filled with love and kindness. You have given this new world to me and now I want to ask you, if you'd like to become my world..." The God took another deep breath, before he popped the question. "Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honour to make you entirely and for always mine? Will you marry me?"

You were sunken so deep in the song and the memories, that you didn't notice Loki entering the communal kitchen.

"Apologies, my love, I know I am late, but Rogers-" The god already rumbled out an apology, only to freeze in his motion as he realised a few seconds later that you were totally lost in your thoughts. He could tell. Must be some very good thoughts, Loki noted and decided to approach you gently.

He tiptoed over to the stove and kitchen counter; coming to stand behind you. Loki lurked over your shoulder; gazing from your smiling face down to the almost burnt caramel cream and back up to you. He hated to rip you out of your seemingly wonderful daydream, but he had to, right?

Slowly wrapping one arm around your waist, Loki lifted one shell of the headphones. "I apologise for interrupting your daydream, my love, but you should really keep on stirring this sugary treat."

His mouth so close to your ear; the hot breath leaving his lips and his deep, but gentle voice did the trick and ripped you out of your thoughts.

You flinched slightly; blinking rapidly, "Loki?" before your brain managed to caught up. "Oh shit!" You yelped up and quickly stirred the caramel cream, all the while reducing the heat.

Loki chuckled from behind you; wrapping both his arms around your waist and pulling you closer against his body. "Apologies, darling, but I just had to..." You sighed; blushing. "Thank you, babe... I-I, uh, got lost in my thoughts." Loki's chest vibrated with another chuckle, "I noticed." before he pressed a kiss against your neck. "What were you thinking about? You looked so happy."

The mere mention caused you to smile again. "You, of course." "Me?" "Mhh..." You manoeuvred the pot from the stove and turned in Loki's embrace. "Spotify decided to hit me with 'Can't Help Falling in Love' and well... Since our wedding is still yet to come, it took me to the very evening you proposed to me."

The god couldn't help but smile as well. He pressed his forehead against yours; thumbs caressing the clothed skin of your lower back. "I love to return to this memory of ours. I could swear that I still see the sparkle in your eyes. The beautiful look on your face when you said 'Yes' will be forever carved into my mind."

You nodded. "Just like I will never forget the way you asked the question. You in that suit, with the ring resting in your palm..." You quickly glanced at your hand, which was laying on Loki's shoulder; your engagement ring shining in the sun. "... and you down on your knee in front of me..."

Mischief suddenly twinkled in your fiancé's eyes, as the corners of his lips lifted. "You can have me down on my knees for you anytime, love." You gasped at his very ambiguous comment, "Lokiii!" and gently slapped his shoulder. "I was being so romantic and then you just pull it on the dirty side!" The god just giggled, "Apologies, my love, but I couldn't let this opportunity slip." and dipped his head to kiss you.

"No, but honestly, darling... I meant what I said. I love to return to this moment." You smiled; kissing him again.

"Remember when we told my parents?" Loki asked then after a short moment of silence. "Oh, yes, of course. Frigga was so happy..." Loki snorted out a small, happy laugh. "She cried of happiness." You nodded. "She did."

Another beat of silence passed.

"I can't wait to marry you, Prince Loki Laufeyson of Asgard."

Loki lifted a hand to softly cup your cheek. "And I can't wait to marry you, Y/N Y/L/N, queen of my heart." He gazed into your eyes; smiling, before he abruptly stepped out of your embrace. "But before I make you my wife, I'm going to help you bake those delicious cupcakes."

Baby Fever Crew: @muddyorbsblr @mochie85 @asgards-princess-of-mischief @jaidenhawke @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @multifandom-worlds @mishkatelwarriorgoddess @jennyggggrrr @fictive-sl0th @herdetectivetheorist @hisredheadedgoddess28 @chennqingg @princess-ofthe-pages @km-ffluv @huntedmusicgardenn @brokenpoetliz @lokiforever @stupidthoughtsinwriting @loz-3 @icytrickster17 @jaguarthecat @eleniblue @yourfriendlyslytherinhc @mypainischronicbutmyassisiconic @kimanne723 @smolvenger @lou12346789 @lokisrealpurpous @isaidoop @aagn360 @cakesandtom @lokisgoodgirl @alexakeyloveloki @glitchquake (Continuing in the comments!)

[pupsmailbox]

MAGIC ID PACK

NAMES︰ ace. adonis. agate. amber. ambrose. amethyst. anders. aqua. aquamarine. arion. arthur. ashlin. asriel. astra. astrid. astro. athena. atlas. aurora. blaise. bran. briar. bruxo. bunnie. bunny. calamity. callisto. callum. calypso. cantasyia. caspian. cassian. cassiopeia. cedar. cedric. celeste. celestine. cherish. circe. clem. clemet. cosmo. coven. crystalesse. crystalette. cullen. cynthia. draco. drake. dreerie. duske. eerene. elphias. elysia. ember. emil. espen. etherial. fay. felix. finn. finnley. florian. fredrich. fyre. galatea. galen. garnet. glyra. griffin. haven. hazoire. hera. hypnyra. indigo. jade. jasper. jinx. juno. jynx. kara. kian. kimble. krystal. krystalle. lapis. lennix. leo. link. lucien. lumen. lumiere. luna. lune. lunesse. lunette. luz. lyra. mabel. mac. mackenzie. maddie. maddy. madelyn. madison. maggi. maggie. magia. magique. magnus. maria. max. maxwell. melanie. melodie. melody. mercy. mia. milena. miles. milo. minerva. moonesse. moonette. myrror. mystique. nova. onyx. opal. orion. oscar. oswald. pandora. pearl. pearlesse. pearlette. pearlle. phineas. phoebe. phoenix. pinkie. pinky. ruby. rune. sage. salem. sapphire. selene. seraphina. sereia. silouet. sirus. skye. sol. sora. sorcyrie. soren. spella. twyla. twyllusia. vince. zephyr.

PRONOUNS︰ abra/cada. ae/aer. agate/agate. alch/alchemy. alchemy/alchemy. amber/amber. amethyst/amethyst. an/angel. angel/angel. aqua/aqua. aquamarine/aquamarine. arc/arcane. arcane/arcane. blue/blue. bow/bow. ca/cast. cae/caer. cast/cast. cha/charm. cheer/cheer. ci/cir. cla/clash. con/conjure. cry/crystal. crystal/crystal. cu/curse. cur/curse. cure/cure. curse/curse. de/demon. di/dim. du/dusk. elix/elixir. en/enchantment. en/entity. ev/evil. fae/faer. fan/fantasy. fea/feared. fi/fight. frill/frill. fu/future. garnet/garnet. glitter/glitter. go/golden. go/good. grim/grim. grim/grimoire. h?/h?m. hae/haze. hex/hex. hx/hxm. hy/hym. illus/illusion. illusion/illusion. jade/jade. jasper/jasper. joy/joy. know/knowledge. krys/krystal. light/lightning. ma/mage. ma/magic. mae/maer. mag/magic. mag/magical. mag/magician. mage/mage. magi/magic. magic/magic. magic/magical. magick/magick. mance/mancer. melody/melody. mi/mist. moire/moire. moon/moon. muse/muse. mys/mysterious. myst/myst. mystic/mystic. myth/mythical. necro/mancer. necro/necro. obs/obscure. onyx/onyx. opal/opal. orb/orb. pe/peril. pearl/pearl. pink/pink. po/potion. po/power. poi/poison. potion/potion. pow/power. pretty/pretty. pu/purge. pur/pure. pur/purity. pure/pure. ru/rune. ruby/rubie. rune/rune. sapphire/sapphire. sept/septor. sh?/h?r. sha/dow. shae/shade. shine/shine. shx/hxr. shy/shyr. sing/sing. sini/ster. soc/sorcery. som/somber. sorce/sorce. sorce/sorcerer. spar/spark. spark/spark. spark/sparkle. sparkle/sparkle. spe/spell. spe/spells. spell/spell. spell/spells. spi/spirit. spirit/spirit. staff/staff. star/star. strik/strike. strike/strike. stry/stryke. sup/supernatural. super/super. sweet/sweet. th?y/th?m. thxy/thxm. tri/trick. trick/trick. vae/vaer. wa/wand. wa/ward. wan/wand. wand/wand. ward/ward. whims/whimsical. wi/wise. wing/wing. wit/witch. wit/witchcraft. wiz/wiz. wiz/wizard. wizard/wizard. ⚡️. ✨. ⭐️. 👁. 👼🏻. 💢. 💥. 💦. 💨. 💫. 📖. 🔮. 🧙‍♂️. 🧙🏻. 🧙🏻‍♀️. 🧙🏻‍♂️. 🧹. 🧿.

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. you and jake "hangman" seresin begin casually dating while he's training for a top secret mission at miramar. both of you are content on simply fooling around until he leaves, but the more time that you spend together, the more it becomes apparent that his departure will be difficult for you both.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. explicit, minors do not interact! warnings across all parts in the series include: dirty talk, face sitting, grinding, groping, hand jobs, oral sex (both f + m receiving), vaginal fingering, and unprotected p in v sex.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 14.9k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. this series contains the first fic i ever wrote for the top gun fandom! special thanks to @wildbornsiren for the betas, for bringing me into the tgm fandom, and the rest of the creator coven for their support.

these fics are little more than a vessel for some smut with some plot that accidentally happened. the first three parts have already been completed, with the final two hopefully coming soon!

◊ - angst | △ - smut | ♡ - fluff

‟ pt. i | tell me my name △ ↳ you and jake go out for a drink after meeting at the hard deck the night before. you aren’t at the bar for long.

‟pt. ii | tokyo summer ◊△ ↳ you and jake go out on a second date. it ends as well as the first.

‟ pt. iii | whiskey mouth ◊△ ↳ jake visits you at the gallery where you work after he’s done training for the day. it becomes very apparent that you’ve both caught feelings.

‟ pt. iv | cassiopeia [coming soon] ‟ pt. v | letters from the sky [coming soon]

[azeriadrawsstuff]

All of my WIPs cause they're not getting finished anytime soon

Persona 5 Royal and Strikers spoilers btw, (kinda?)

In order: -Monster High -Persona 5 -League of Legends (Cassiopeia skin concepts) -Project Sekai (Nightcord sketches) -PreCure (Cure Prism) -Genshin Impact

Skulltimate Secrets 1 Clawdeen poster concept

Gothic architecture inspired illustration of Draculaura from Sweet Screams, Neon Frights, Faboolous Pets, and Vampire Heart

Illustrations based on my OOAK concepts of Twyla (G1), Ghoulia (G3), Rochelle (Fang Vote redesign), and Meowlody & Purrsephone (Haunt Couture: Midnight Runway)

Meowlody and Purrsephone will have a similar illustration to my Persona All Out Attack Frankie

Sketches of Fearidescent Deuce, Neon Frights Lagoona, Neon Frights Abbey, and Creepover Toralei

Colour theory says those colours work but I heavily disagree (and gave up)

Gothic OOAK concepts of G3 Frankie and Toralei, same line as Ghoulia

Sketch of Wydowna Spider

SS1 concept sketches in the style of my Lagoona concept

Illustration concepts of Ghoulia (Scooter), Draculaura (Collector) and Abbey (I Heart Fashion)

Lagoona (Frights, Camera, Action!), Clawdeen (Ghoul's Night Out), Frankie (I Heart Fashion), and Draculaura (Gloom Beach)

Frankie (Lots of Looks), Clawdeen (Dawn of the Dance), Catrine (Dessert Ghouls), Ari (Music Class), and Toralei (Coffin Bean)

Moanica (Dance the Fright Away), Venus (Make a Splash / Beach Beasties), Cleo (Gloom Beach)

Illustration concept of G1 Core dolls

Sketches of Akechi inspired by his personas

Drew the far left one and cried because I had two more sketches of him planned and realized it could only go downhill from there

Sketches of An inspired by her personas (Ignore Hecate she looks like ass)

Sketches inspired by Joker's Royal personas

Sketches of Sophie inspired by Pithos and Pandora

Rough sketches of outfits inspired by Haru's personas

Coven Cassiopeia inspired by NickyBoi's Cass redesign

Never posted this one because it feels off to me in a way I can't really place

Star Guardian (Corrupted) Cassiopeia inspired by NickyBoi's Cass redesign

If her familiar was a worm on the string (There was also a concept of Briar but it's just a sketch of her head so I didn't include it)

Designed to be from the same "Season" as my Star Guardian Kayn design

Sketches of Mizuki, Mafuyu, and Ena

Mafuyu and Ena are their own unique costumes, Mizuki was a warm up sketch of their casual outfit from the Jackpot Sad Girl cards

Gothic architecture / stained glass inspired Cure Prism

Ganyu (?): Amo's bow, Eula (Song of Broken Pines), and Lumine (Cake for Traveler)

Illustration inspired by Lyney's web event wallpaper

Grin Malkin with a tiny Lyney and Lynette leaving a birdcage

Lyney and Lynette sketches

Body and face sketches for my Midlander Billet / Gothic designs of Albedo, Shikanoin Heizou, Mona, Columbina, and Yae Miko

Done in the same style as Wanderer

Yae really needs to be redone, her clothes are poorly drawn imo

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 13/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

He knocks again, then stands back to wait. What the hell are they doing in there? he wonders, shifting the six pack of beer he brought to the other arm. Poker night is every Thursday—it’s not like they aren’t expecting him. 

The night is cool and crisp, the clear indigo sky speckled with pinpricks of starlight. Trillions of miles traveled across the universe over thousands of years, just to be overpowered by skyscrapers and streetlights and the haze of the industrial revolution. He tips his face up and locates the Big Dipper, the North Star, Cassiopeia. It makes him at once feel insignificant—a speck on a rock in a pile in a quarry—and extraordinary. How many events throughout the history of time had to happen in precisely the way they did in order to bring him to this moment? It feels like destiny, which is both a comfort and a burden. 

Finally, the door pops open and he’s greeted by a tall blond man with thick glasses. 

“The party has arrived!” the man says jovially, standing aside to allow him entry. “Jeff’s here!” he hollers, and voices of the other two call out greetings from a nearby room. 

“I’ve been standing out there for ten minutes,” Jeff chides gently. ��I thought you’d kicked me out of the coven.”

They enter a small dining room with a circular table surrounded by four chairs, two of them occupied.

“We were out back smoking a cigar,” the blond man explains as he takes his seat. “Cuban, the real deal.”

“And you didn’t wait for me?” Jeff asks, exaggerating his level of offense as he sits in the remaining chair. 

“Come on, man, we know Diana would have your balls if she smelled cigar smoke on you,” one of the other men says. He’s older than the other two, with wiry salt and pepper hair. 

“You’re not wrong,” Jeff agrees, cracking open a bottle of beer. “Let’s get this show on the road; who’s dealing?”

The third man, mahogany-skinned and handsome, shuffles the cards artfully, making a show of bridges and cascades as he smirks to himself. 

“Mike thinks he’s hot shit with his little card tricks,” the blond man says bitingly. “Just deal the things already, Mike. Jeff has a curfew.”

“Fuck off, Simon,” Mike shoots back. “I’m perfecting my craft.”

“Women are attracted to money, not junior high magic tricks,” Simon says, nudging the third man with his elbow. 

“I like magic tricks,” the third man comments self-consciously, and the other three laugh. 

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me,” Mike says, shaking his head. “You always gotta be the weird one, don’t you, Frank?”

“Yeah, well, you won’t be laughing when I clean house,” Frank grumbles, and Mike finally deals out the deck. 

Frank does, in fact, clean house. They don’t play with real money, just chips, but that doesn’t hamper each man’s desire to win, nor his disappointment when Frank scoops up the lion’s share of the pile and begins stacking them enthusiastically. 

Simon checks his watch, then sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “I gotta head out in a half hour or so,” he says. “Marcy didn’t want me to stay too late.”

“Well, I guess Jeff isn’t the only one with a curfew,” Mike teases, and Simon shakes his head with a smile. 

“It’s not that, it’s just hard for her to get up with the baby at night right now, so I’ve been taking all that on.”

“Is she okay?” Jeff asks, his mind immediately going to the kinds of things that can cost you a sister. 

“Yeah, she’s fine, just tired. She’s, uh—she’s pregnant again, actually,” Simon offers, and all the eyebrows at the table shoot up to their hairlines. 

“No shit,” Frank says carefully. “Is that good news or bad news?”

“Surprising news,” Simon says. “But ultimately good. We didn’t really plan to have two this close together, but I guess fate had other ideas.”

“Congratulations,” Jeff offers, extending his hand. “That’s great.”

“Can’t say I miss those days,” Frank remarks, still stacking his chips. “Up at 3:00 am trying to get a baby back to sleep when you have to be up for work at 6:00? No thank you. I’m glad mine are all grown.”

“Thanks, Frank, that’s really kind of you to say,” Simon says, rolling his eyes. 

“I always miss my kids when they’re at Jenny’s,” Mike says sadly. “Being a dad is the best thing I’ve ever done.”

“Hey now, I love my kids,” Frank defends. “I’m just saying, waking up in the middle of the night fucking sucks.”

Jeff watches the exchange, unable to take part. He can relate to overbearing spouses and the perils of the working world, but he has nothing to offer on the subject of fatherhood. 

“I actually need to head out too,” he says as he stands and retrieves what remains of his beer. “Wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen to my balls.”

“Send our best to the warden,” Frank quips, earning him a warning look. 

He leaves them, a peel of laughter fading as he pulls the door closed behind himself and makes his way to his car. 

It does bother him a little, the way they talk about Diana. At the same time, what they say about her isn’t untrue. She is a little bit controlling, but not without due cause. He’s made mistakes in the past, ones he can never fully set right, and ones that justify Diana’s desire to know where he is and with whom. He promised her that he would do whatever it takes to make it up to her, and that has included checking in regularly and being home by midnight. Of course, his friends don’t know that, because he’s never told them. He’s too ashamed. So he accepts their cheap shots at his wife, and then drives home to her so he can prove again and again that she is the only one he wants to come home to. 

He slinks into the house quietly, shushing Frenchie’s barks as he enters through the laundry room. He walks towards the back of the house to let her outside, and is startled by Diana’s voice as he passes through the kitchen. 

“You’re late.”

He jumps a little, bringing his hand to his chest as he pulls the sliding glass door open and Frenchie slips out. 

“Jesus, you scared me,” he admits, though that was fairly obvious by his reaction. 

Diana is perched at the kitchen island wearing a silk nightgown, a glass of water on the counter before her. He looks at the time on the microwave display and then back to her pinched expression. 

“By four minutes, Diana,” he defends, indignant. 

She pulls in a deep breath, straightening her posture. 

“Where were you?” she asks. 

“At Frank’s, for poker night. Same as every Thursday. There was an accident on the turnpike,” he tells her, and his gut twists at the disbelieving look on her face. He steps closer, laying his hand over the top of hers on the countertop. “Diana—”

She pulls her hand out from under his and stands, walking to the sliding glass door to let Frenchie back in. 

“I believe you, Jeff. But call next time, okay?” she says tersely, and he nods. 

He lies awake in bed, and by Diana’s breathing, he can tell she is awake too. He feels guilty, but also angry that he feels guilty when he didn’t do anything wrong. He knows that he deserves this, knows he’s lying in a bed of his own making, but he still hates knowing that it will never go away. Six years later and she’s still watching him like a hawk. He thought it would get better over time, but it hasn’t. 

And then there’s Simon and his new baby. He was surprised by the pang of jealousy that lit up in his chest upon hearing the news, a sensation he’s never experienced before. He’s always considered he and Diana to be childfree by choice, but looking back, he doesn’t really recall weighing in on that decision. Diana never wanted to be a mother, and he wanted to be with Diana, and so it was simply part of the deal. Now, at nearly 39 years old, he suddenly wonders if being a father would suit him.

“Did you always know that you didn’t want children?” he asks out loud, and Diana’s breathing pauses briefly. 

“Where did that come from?” she questions.

“Marcy is pregnant again, and I was just thinking—”

A blustering sigh. 

“Jeff, are we really going to do this right now?” she asks, annoyed. 

“Do what?” he counters, equally irritated by her dismissiveness. 

Diana rolls to her side to face him, propping her head up on a fist. 

“Can you really see yourself giving up poker night, and sleeping in, and playing basketball on the weekend?” she asks, her tone shifting to something lighter. 

“I mean…I don’t think I’d have to give up all those things. Not forever, anyway,” he says. 

“Imagine walking into the office to find your rare book collection in tatters on the floor, covered in drool,” she teases, and he smiles. 

“That would be less than ideal,” he agrees. 

“Imagine having to stay quiet when we make love,” she continues, sliding her hand across his belly. 

“I’m not even sure that’s possible,” he says, now grinning. 

She hitches her leg up over his hip, straddling him, then peels the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, revealing her breasts. 

“These are, and always will be, exclusively for you,” she says in a syrupy voice, then leans forward and brushes her lips over his. “Help me fall asleep, Jeff,” she whispers. 

Her nightgown finds its way to the floor, as do his boxers. She sits astride him, grinding with her eyes locked on his. She’s possessive, maybe a little desperate, though he’s not sure why. 

“That’s it,” she encourages him, her hands planted on his chest. Her eyes slide closed, her mouth falling open. “Yes, Fox,” she murmurs. 

When she collapses against his chest he rubs wide circles over her back, and his mind instantly returns to its wandering state. 

“What did you say about a fox?” he asks, and she stiffens. 

“What?” she asks breathlessly, her face tucked against his neck. 

“You said something about a fox, during—”

“I’m relatively certain I said ‘fuck.’ Sorry to offend your delicate senses,” she says somewhat defensively, rolling off of him. 

He turns toward her, laying a reassuring hand on her bare hip. 

“I’m not offended, Diana, I was just wondering—”

“Goodnight, Jeff. I have work in the morning, I need to get to sleep, if you don’t mind,” she says in a clipped tone. 

“Okay,” he acquiesces. “Goodnight.”

He waits for her to turn her face towards his so he can kiss her goodnight, but she keeps her back to him. He presses his lips to the curve of her shoulder, lingering there as a confusing mix of emotions swirl around in his chest. 

The life he has. The life he sometimes thinks he might want. The discrepancy between the two. He wonders why now, all of a sudden, he’s peeking over the fence at possibly greener grasses. Why the life he’s been content with for years suddenly doesn’t feel like enough. 

The rush of the waves fills his ears, calming him. A gull calls out, its shriek carried away on the wind as his toes sink into the sun-warm sand. He spies a child further down the shore, a boy with dirty blond hair building something with a shovel and a bucket. There is a feeling of recognition, a sense of knowing, though he cannot recall the child’s name, nor their relationship to one another. 

A strong wave pushes up beyond the waterline, sweeping across the child’s half-finished project and washing it into an indecipherable mound. The child’s shoulders slump, defeated, so he approaches and calls out to him.

“Oh, hey, buddy. That’s okay, you can build it again.”

He kneels down beside the boy and touches the child’s cheek, brushing an errant grain of sand from his downy skin. There’s something in the child’s eyes, something familiar that makes him feel a swell of affection and protectiveness. 

“Just start again,” he tells the child, reassuringly. 

He jolts awake, his heart racing. Frenchie stands from her bed on the floor, alerted by his sudden movement, and watches him for an indication of what’s next. 

“It’s okay, Frenchie,” he murmurs, rubbing his hands over his face. 

The night is still in full swing, only inky darkness peeking in around the blinds. He looks over at Diana’s sleeping form, her back still turned to him and her breathing even. It feels like only minutes have passed since he fell asleep. 

Wired from adrenaline, he stares at the ceiling and waits for the potential of sleep to return to him. His dream has mostly faded, and he grasps at snippets. The beach, he remembers the beach. 

Just start again.

Tagging @today-in-fic

[eclipian]

Auroracore Sidesystem

pt: auroracore sidesystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

number of members: 4

divider credit

System Name: Land of the Fae , Fae of the Valley , The Ethereal Lands , Aurora Collective , Aurora Coven , Aurora Glade , Fairy Glade , Ethereal Glade , Ethereal Coven

Collec. Name(s): Aerin , Calliope , Freya , Lyra , Eira , Cassiopeia , Noa , Lysander , Meliora , Melusine , Vesper , Zephyr , Nimue

Collec. Pronouns: Ae/Aer , Sie/Sier , Shy/Hyr , Cae/Caer , Cae/Caem , Fae/Faer , Fei/Feir , Ny/Nym , Ce/Cir , 🌙/🌙s , 💐/💐s , 🌸/🌸s

Collec. Gender: Aurethesia , Auroracoric , Aurethesia Subterms

Collec. Orientation: Queer , Faradallion

Aesthetic(s): Auroracore , Etheral , Fairy Tale

Name — Age — Pronouns — Identity — Species

Ruby , Scarlett , Lucy , Sylvie — 15 yo — She/Her , Shx/Hxr , Ze/Hir , Grr/Grrs , Howl/Howls , Wolf/Wolfs , Vi/Vir — GNC Butch Agender, Bisexual Arospec — Human

Nadia , Alina , Blair , Deirdre , Aisling , Aislinn , Elysia — 18 yo — Ae/Aer , Fae/Faer , Fei/Feir , Ny/Nym , Ce/Cir , 💐/💐s , 🌱/🌱s , 🌿/🌿s , 🌸/🌸s — Transfem Nonbinary , Asexual Biromantic — Fairy

Evren , Lavender , Juniper , Heulwen , Nereida — 17 yo — E/Em , Ey/Em , Cy/Cyr , Ae/Aer , 🌙/🌙s , 🌿/🌿s , 🌱/🌱s , 💐/💐s — Transmasc Nonbinary , Pansexual — Elf

Sedna , Thalassa , Mira , Damona , Kai , Delmar — 20 yo — Sea/Sear , Sie/Sier , Shy/Hyr , Cae/Caer , Cae/Caem , 🌊/🌊s , 🧜‍♀️/🧜‍♀️s , 🧜/🧜s — Seagender , Genderfluid , Lesbian — Merfolk

[nolanhollogay]

SOMETHING WICKED

Following a bad breakup that involved an arson case, Isabel Kitagawa moved to Melas, Pennsylvania for a fresh start. They needed something to break them out of their routine, something to make her feel alive again, instead of the shell of a person they knew they were becoming.

Enter Cassiopeia Aroha and her girl posse. Cassie is nothing like anyone Isabel has ever met, and neither are her friends, Arlo and Petra, who she jokingly refers to as her left and right hands.

The girls are witches, and they think Isabel may be one too. They want her to join their "coven", to be their "North".

So she does.

But as their powers grow stronger, the magic gets harder to escape. The pull of darkness goes from a whisper to a scream, and it's only so long until the coven reaches a point they can never come back from.

taglist:

@witchofinterest @richitozier @praetoravila @hiddenqveendom @xoteajays @kbeebaybe @joshdiaz @arrthurpendragon

[mizii]

Hello honey, please can you do Ekko and Cassiopeia wallpapers? ;; I would be really happy<33

hiii! sorry for the delay in responding to the ask, I've been away from the blog for a while, but I still want to answer everything correctly, again, I apologize, but I did it with love and care, I hope you like how it turned out!!

sorry for any mistakes, I'm using the translator

ekko, cassiopeia, cassiopeia coven e bewitching

[marnz]

also haS IT REALLY BEEN THAT LONG, wowzers, also this is me begging for a Crumb of augustine+mercymorn even though I know you said a lot of it got jossed

one direction fandom is ride or die i guess!!!!!

okay augustine + mercymorn, it was a fanfic i wrote chunks of a couple months after harrow came out and it was meant to cover 10,000 years and explore why/how the plot to kill God came about and go all the way to the end of harrow, sticking to canon and doing some world building. heavily influenced by the idea of the broken covenant in christianity and how blood is the answer, how john twists it, etc. i respect the john/mercy/augustine ship and fics in this fandom but i am mostly interested in these two best worsties scheming, and Nona did NOT help.

here's the first 500 words

edit: find the next 1k here

Later, Augustine would say he did not remember how Alfred died. He didn’t; he lived as if that moment had been erased. Now, he found Alfred’s empty corpse, staring with those cinereous grey eyes--the same ones now gazing coolly out of his own face. He ate Alfred’s soul with the same guzzling heat as a candle flame eating wax. Alfred’s soul rose in him like smoke. The dramatic irony of two who were one in the womb becoming one again was not lost on him.

What he focused on instead were the moments of before. They were dazzling in his memory, as hot and sharp and colorful as the world must have been pre-Resurrection. Before the bombs went off or the cascading blasts had hit and irradiated the world. Truthfully he did not spend much time thinking about bombs. No. He thought, instead, of the brief eternity between the initial explosion and when people had known to be afraid. When they had gazed upon death and only understood it to be a flower of fire in the sky.

He understood that moment intimately.

But when he tried to remember the moment of impact, the knife thrust into the breast, Alfred’s blood on his tongue, he saw nothing. There was less than nothing; there was a void.

When John saw him, he named Augustine the furnace he had become; he named Augustine Lyctor. This Alfred-less world he had to inhabit now held every promise of the uncanny. Nothing could be trusted, not even his own--Alfred’s?--eyes when they report that John’s face was unreadable. Augustine blinked, or perhaps time skipped, and then he saw John was weeping with his great, chthonic eyes, their dark liquid sheen reflecting Augustine back to himself. He was imprisoned terribly by the searing white ring around them.

“I’m so sorry,” John said gently. He was very gentle; Augustine had always thought so. Perhaps he could afford to be gentle because he could not die. John rested a hand on Augustine’s arm and Augustine was surprised to not register the touch. He did register the flick of his own fingers and the new, strange ache to hold a rapier.

“Undo it,” he heard himself demand. Was this Alfred, speaking from his lips? “Please. Please undo it, Lord.” They were all disciples here, but he would make himself a penitent anew. “I cannot live like this.”

John’s eyes flicked to the corkboard behind Augustine, littered with maps and reports on the numbers and movements of the insurgents who raged without purpose. 

“You must,” John said, still gentle, and the gentleness burned. “I cannot bring Alfred back. You have ingested his soul into your body.”

“I will spit it out.” His mind leapt to the theorems etched out in chalk in his study. He still had the notes Cassiopeia and Mercymorn had lent him. He would light candles and draw wards and offer up his heart’s blood, if only he could draw Alfred out of himself one painful inch at a time. 

John shook his bare head. He was humble among them, and did not wear a crown. 

“There must be a way to reverse the eightfold path--”

“Augustine. You cannot. Your soul has consumed Alfred. What made him Alfred no longer exists.”

[in-sufficientdata]

Groundswell

Fandoms: District 9 & Halo Characters: original Current word count: 2312

In 1982, a poleepkwa colonization vessel found itself disabled within Earth's atmosphere. Thousands of aliens became part of the South African population, though xenophobia kept them separate from humans in many ways. More than 500 years later, Earth is embroiled in the Covenant war with a coalition of alien worlds. When it's discovered that the poleepkwa homeworld has also joined the Covenant, the alien population of Earth has to deal with increased prejudice and accusations of disloyalty.

Prologue

Now to everyone’s surprise, the ship didn’t come to a stop over Manhattan, or Washington, or Chicago, but instead coasted to a halt directly over the city of Johannesburg. The doors didn’t open for three months. It just hovered there, nobody could get in.”

— Grey Bradnam, UKNR Chief Correspondent, speaking of the arrival of the poleepkwa mother ship to Earth in 1982

~~~

9 February 2550 Battle of Jannat Eta Cassiopeiae UNSC Strident

The rush of the pods to the surface of a planet during a battle always brought tension, although ODST troops had a way of taking that tension and building it into a frenzy of anticipation and excitement. It was a bit unusual for the ODSTs to be traveling in the troop pods instead of their individual drop pods, but as far as Henry Reynolds was concerned, this was the best mission he had ever been on. It was his first as a full ODST—no longer a rookie, he was not looked down upon as a newbie, and he was not looked at any differently for his non-human status.

At least, not by many. It was kind of strange, most of the ODSTs in his squad came from other continents on Earth, or from colony worlds, and those who did accepted him without a second thought. He was a fully-trained member of the UNSC, he had passed the rigorous standards that it took to gain admittance to the prestigious special forces group. But Pieter Koorsen was over there, giving him that look again. That look that burned steadily, accusingly, out from under his visor. Henry already had his specially-designed helmet on—he had a suit of armor that had been engineered to fit his unique physiology as the first poleepkwa ODST. (One day, Henry had no doubt, more and more poleepkwa would see fit to join the armed forces and armor would not have to be specially requisitioned for them. It would be stocked as commonly as armor for human troops.) But he did not think that Piet or anyone else could tell that he was looking back.

“Hey, Reynolds,” came a voice over a private COM. Henry turned his head slightly. The speaker was Jin Morimoto, a personal friend and the squad’s sergeant, who was seated next to him. “Don’t worry about Koorsen. Don’t even bother to look at him. He doesn’t deserve your attention. You know he’s a fucking specieist. He can’t even be bothered to dislike you for who you really are.”

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[9tailedfoxfire]

More story ideas. (Soulmate/Coven au)   Sirius and Remus takes Fem!harry (Cassiopeia/Cassandra?) and maybe Neville after James and Lilly's death to San Francisco before Patty Halliwell's death (same age as piper or pheobe) they become neighbors when they meet they find out Fem!harry is soulmates with one of the girls(the adults are very carful to not cause codependent behavior w/mate bond) and because of this the girls grow up with there magic and Paige cause instead of putting Paige up for adoption Sirius and Remus adopt her. Femharry could be a Wicca/foci user hybrid maybe so grams has a reason to teach them if Patty passes away or it could be dangerous for the mates cause femharrys magic is unstable for some reason cue Hogwarts or ivrymore?/(nevermore more crossover potential) letters if ivrymore? is done they could have a Wicca course so the girls could go 2 or they have laws about mates being together?I'm kind of curious how would everyone handle femharry if she ends up like Cassandra Dimitrescu or Wednesday addams either way overprotective femharry for the sisters once the prophecy of the Charmed ones come into play (could go into the show Charmed then w/Cass as Andy's partner on the police force/special magic division)

[clio-of-hesiod]

KLEOPATRA SCHREIBER

“i'm not bad, i'm not good / i drank every sky that i could / made myself mythical, tried to be real / saw the future in the face of a daffodil…”

Nicknames: Kleo Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Bisexual Magic status: Sorceress -- hydromancy specialty, out || Muse of History (dormant) Nationality: Ingarian Ethnicity: Black Accent: Germanic Height: 5’2 Build: Curvy Skin tone: Brown  Eye color: Brown Hair color/length/style: Black, in long dreads/braids Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: No tattoos, regular ear piercing, nose piercing (golden hoop) Occupation: Student Relationship Status: Single What would you find if you Googled them?: Information about her family's political role in Ingary probably. What natives would know about them: Nothing, she just got to town! :) Other: If you're from Ingary or the Boiling Isles or an in-the-know European sorcerer, you might know her mother--Cassiopeia Schreiber, who is part of the Magi Counsel in Ingary. Her family is also in the Serpent Coven.

biography ~ character sheet ~ instagram ~ inspiration ~

[league-of-skins]

Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace

League of Legends

Original Cassiopeia

Desperada Camille

Siren Cassiopeia

Mythic Cassiopeia

Jade Fang Cassiopeia

Eternum Cassiopeia

Spirit Blossom Cassiopeia

Coven Cassiopeia

Bewitching Cassiopeia

Wild Rift

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Legends of Runeterra

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