#cassius tea

[kad-dala]

Mando'skraan

Gi pripaak @synthwwavve

Tiingilar @misha-farfaraway

Cassius uj'ika @fox-trot

Ne'tra gal @archeo-starwars

Aliit'skraan @hypersped

Pog pirpaak @lothcatskilledthesith

[controlledchaosofficial]

Helloooo! How's everyone doing? 💖💚

(also, to Finley: you and I have the same name!! How AWESOME is that??)

Actually pretty decent. Eating some ramen in the middle of the damn night like usual, lol. Me n’ Tempest are snuggling together watching some anime.

-💣

I’M DOING STUNNING, DARLING !! Blade (the love of my life) and I are watching some anime recommended by him. You ?

-💅

I am doing ok. Trying to isolate noise. Too much outside noise, but I am doing fine.

-🧮

HI HI HI !! I’M GREAT !! I SHOULD BE IN BED BUT I’M NOT RIGHT NOW HEHE !!

-🧸

… Fine, I guess. I feel loopy … maybe it’s a hangover or something …

-🪐

Busy. Trying to figure out how to tailor suits …

-🐱

OMG WE SHARE THE SAME NAME ??? Rad !! I’m good, clicking through channels for some tea haha

-📺

I’m doing alright !! Listening to broadcasts for events that might be important … lol

-📻

[thefauxsport]

Any tea on Cassius Marsh?

Is he still playing? I know no tea for him. Sorry…

[bitethedevil]

Living with The Devil You Know (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 13

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen

Read this fic on AO3 (Link)

Fic Summary: Tav broke their agreement by handing the Crown of Karsus to Mystra instead of Raphael. Not only that, but she also robbed his house and killed his incubus. Raphael is patient and he is determined to get his revenge.

…Tav isn't too bothered. She will figure something out eventually. Until then she just has to find a way to live peacefully with a devil.

Chapter Summary: Tav speaks with Korrilla and decides to do something stupid. She returns to the House of Hope and Raphael is less than thrilled to see her.

(AN: We are back in the house babyyyy.)

“Are you going to tell me why you were napping in my backyard?”

Korrilla was sitting on Tav’s sofa, wrapped in a blanket. Tav handed her a cup of tea.

“You know I can’t tell you the boss’s business,” Korrilla said.

She sat down beside her.

”I also know that you have a wonderful tendency to gossip,” Tav said. “Please Korrilla. If you can’t tell me why he’s keeping an eye on me, at least tell me what is going on. Why did he free me and Hope?”

“I can’t say.”

Tav sighed. She needed to know. It was time to play dirty.

“I wonder how Raphael would feel about his favorite warlock getting caught and the fact that she is sitting in my house drinking tea.”

Korrilla glared at her.

“Your little threats might have worked on Cassius, but not on me,” she said. “I am not telling you anything, Tav.”

“I’ll do it,” Tav said. “I’ll tell him.”

“And how exactly will you do that?”

“A sending spell,” Tav answered.

That made Korrilla pause and scowl at her.

“Don’t,” she said harshly and sipped her tea. “Your sending spells have caused enough trouble as it is. Fine…Ask your questions, but I was never here and I—”

Tav interrupted her.

“You were never here, you never said anything, I never heard anything, and we have never talked,” Tav finished her sentence and smiled at her. “I know. Of course.”

Korrilla looked at her and sighed deeply.

“I have no idea,” Korrilla began explaining. “I just know that he had almost destroyed half of the furniture in the house when he summoned me there after you left. He has been acting odd ever since.”

“Odd?” Tav asked.

“On edge,” Korrilla explained. “He thinks something might happen to you, so he makes me keep an eye on you at all times.”

Tav’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Happen to me?” she asked. “Am I in danger or something?”

Korrilla shrugged.

“If you ask me, he just seems paranoid,” she said, and a yawn escaped her. “He thinks that someone might have gotten word about those sending spells you sent back and forth to the Hells. You’re not the first of his prisoners to have done so, so I don’t know why he fusses so much about it. I happen to value being in one piece, so I don’t ask.”

Tav looked at the floor in front of her as she contemplated this.

“And it truly is odd,” Korrilla continued. “Some of the devils of the Hells know about my sister and Raphael’s obsession with her. One should think that she should be the obvious one to go after, but she is granted no protection whatsoever.”

That was rather odd.

“How is she?” Tav asked. “Hope, I mean. Do you see her?”

Korrilla shook her head.

“She hides,” she explained. “As she should. No reason to tempt him into taking her again. If you’re clever, you’ll do the same. He misses you, though he won’t admit it. Raphael never lets go of something he deems as his. You and Hope should count your lucky stars.”

Tav did not feel lucky. She had been so determined to forget everything about him and to close that chapter of her life, but here she was, missing him again. Korrilla’s words had opened up those wounds that she was still trying to heal. Korrilla must have seen it in her expression.

“You look like someone who is considering doing something stupid,” Korrilla said. “I can see it on your face.”

“Hm?” Tav said and looked at her. “What? No.”

“Oh, it’s no skin off my back if you do,” she said. “Just know that you might never get so lucky again, if you do decide to go back to him.”

“Go back to him?” Tav repeated as if it had been an outrageous statement. “You think I’d be stupid enough to go back to my captor who kidnapped me and kept me imprisoned?”

Korrilla rolled her eyes and smiled at her as if she did not believe a word she was saying. That offended Tav.

“What the fuck do you know?”

“Oh, nothing at all,” Korrilla said in an innocent tone. “It is not like I have been watching you drown yourself in wine and cry for the last month. It’s not like I was waiting outside while you went into the Devil’s Den all by yourself. Let me guess, you were pining and sniffing the pillows? You really are insufferable, the both of you.”

The warlock got to her feet.

“You have some nerve, Korrilla,” Tav huffed. “And when I have been so nice to offer you my hospitality...”

Korrilla smiled and opened the door to leave.

“Thank you for the tea, Tav,” she said. “I will see you around.”

Tav huffed after Korrilla left. She paced around her living room for a moment, as she looked out her window to see if she really was leaving or going back to watching her again. When she saw the shape of Korrilla disappear in the distance, she sat down in a chair.

She sat in the quietness for a moment, thinking about what she had just heard. Her fingers drumming on the armrest as she did. She took a deep breath and looked out the window again. She felt restless. When she finally decided to go to bed, she couldn’t sleep for all the thoughts in her head. However, a conclusion to all those thoughts and her last many weeks of feeling miserable presented itself in her mind:

She weighed her options. She had nothing making her stay except her friends, and most of them were in other realms or cities anyway. She had made up her mind: she wanted to stay with him, and she was desperate to make it happen.

Tomorrow she was going to do something stupid…

Helsik was looking at her with wide eyes and an even wider smile in amusement.

“He really did a number on you, didn’t he?” she laughed. “Let me see if I got this right…So the first time you went there was to kill him. Then you got kidnapped and cried your eyes out on my floor when you were finally freed, and now you want to go back?”

Tav grumbled and sighed. Why was everyone always in her business?

“…yes…” she answered. “It’s complicated.”

“I’m sure it is,” Helsik said with a chuckle.

“Why do you even care? Just take the gold and let me upstairs.”

“Can’t a girl be interested in a bit of gossip?”

It dawned on Tav that whatever she said could be shared with Helsik’s patron, and she was not sure she wanted another devil to know what was going on. Especially if Raphael’s suspicions were correct and it was not just paranoia that he was afraid that she might be in danger.

“My business is my business,” Tav said. “Look, who cares? You and Mammon profit from my stupidity.”

Helsik’s eyes went to the sack of gold on the counter and then back to her.

“You know the price,” she said and crossed her arms. “It isn’t ten thousand, it’s twenty.”

“I’m a frequent customer, surely that must mean something,” Tav said with annoyance. “I paid you twenty thousand last time we went there, and that was with three more people.”

“You pay for the portal, not the amount of people that passes through it. Besides, I should charge you even more. Going there multiple times means I’m taking a bigger risk.”

Tav groaned.

“As if Raphael can’t figure out that I am using one of the only diabolists available to the public. He knows I live in the Gate, where else would I go? Ten.”

“Twenty.”

“Ten,” Tav said stubbornly.

Helsik considered her for a moment and sighed. She took the sack of gold and gave her the supplies for the ritual.

“You know what to do,” Helsik said. “You are an odd one, you know. One has to wonder why anyone would return to the Hells after having escaped like that.”

I’d be tempted to tell you if I had an answer, Tav almost said.

“Keep wondering,” she grumbled and took the bag of supplies to head upstairs.

Raphael was writing a contract when he thought he heard something. He paused his movements and held his breath for a short moment as he listened. He knew that any of his servants or debtors would not be stupid enough to go against his wish of complete silence while he worked. They knew the consequences.

The sound stopped and he looked around the room. There was nothing to be seen, so he went back to writing. Shortly after there was another sound. It stopped the second he looked up from the contract in front of him. Someone was moving around in the house.

He put down the quill and slowly got up from his chair as he listened. There was a faint sound of footsteps. He walked away from his desk to investigate and find out who was going against his order and begging for a broken spine. The sound of footsteps had brought him to right outside the archive.

The loud sound of the organ suddenly starting to play made him jump. His fists clenched and his teeth gritted in anger before he recognized the melody. He had only taught that song to one person.

His brow furrowed. It could not be.

Tav was using an invisibility spell. She saw him enter the room from the corner of her eye and her heart started pounding. From fear and excitement all at once. She did not know how he would react, so she kept her eyes on the keys and focused on playing the melody right.

He just stood there as she played until the end. When she finished, he snapped his fingers, and she became visible. She finally gathered the courage to look at him. His expression was unreadable, though she could see a small smile.

“Brava,” he purred. “What are you doing here, mouse?”

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again. She did not really have a good answer to that. She sighed.

“I…I don’t know…” she said quietly.

It was odd. He was just standing there looking at her. There was a hint of coldness to his expression, even though he was still smiling. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him. For him to hold her and smell her hair like he always did.

“Lying has never suited you, Tav,” he said. “Try again…”

She got up from where she was sitting at the organ to look at him better. She still kept her distance. She took a deep breath and searched for the right answer in her mind. She knew it, of course, but she did not want to say it. Though there really was no reason to be coy now. She had already broken into his home…again.

“Despite my better judgment, I’ve missed you,” she said, and her voice cracked slightly.

“Have you now?” Raphael asked in a tone that really did not reveal much of how he was feeling about the whole thing.

It made her even more nervous. She took a deep breath and looked at the floor. It was too intense to look him in the eyes at that moment of vulnerability.

“Yes,” she said quietly. “It doesn’t make sense, but I have.”

He looked her up and down before looking at her face again.

“I told you that I did not want you here anymore, did I not?” he said in a cold tone. “I am not sure that I could have made it much clearer that I wanted you out of my home.”

That was like a knife in her heart. It hurt and it made her tear up. It also made her stubborn.

“Tell me that you haven’t missed me, and I will leave immediately,” she said and looked up at him with tears in her eyes. “I’ll go away for good. You will never see me again, I promise.”

He stared into her eyes, and they narrowed at her. She mentally prepared herself for him to twist the knife in her heart.

“You know I will never lie to you…” he said calmly. “Though that does not change what I have said. I want you out.”

“Why?”

Raphael’s eyes narrowed further and there was a cruelness in his eyes as he slowly stalked towards her.

“Your friends risked their lives to get you out of my claws, little mouse,” he said. “Had it not been for the circumstances, they would be dead right now. Are you truly so selfish?”

He was getting closer, and his expression was almost threatening.

“And here you are…” he said in a low voice with a cruel smile. “The mouse saved from its trap, only to happily jump into the cat’s maw itself.”

She started walking backwards as he got closer.

“You can save the dramatics, Raphael,” she said.

She was trying to put on a brave face though she felt the fear in her bones. She was not sure what he might do.

“And you, my dear, can stop pretending that you are not a terrified little girl,” he countered. “That act has gotten old and tired a long time ago.”

She was now backed up against a bookshelf, trying not to tremble as she looked up at him.

“I’m not scared of you,” she said quietly.

“You might not want to be, but you are,” he growled. “And you should be.”

 “Fine…” she whispered. “I am scared…but so are you. You are terrified. That’s why you are pushing me away isn’t it? So I don’t ‘distract’ you.”

“Watch your tongue,” he warned in a dangerous tone as he loomed over her.

She did not like seeming him like this. This had been a mistake, but she still felt herself becoming more and more desperate to fix it. She wanted nothing more than for everything to go back to how it was.

“Please…” she pleaded with tears in her eyes. “I don’t like this anymore than you do, but please don’t push me away.”

He was so close that she could feel his irritated breath on her skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. For a moment she held her breath as she thought he was going to explode. Instead, he leaned his forehead against hers. She sighed softly in relief.

He was so close, and she wanted nothing more than for him to kiss her. For everything to go back to how it was. He cradled her head with his hands and leaned back to look at her. His thumb brushed over her burn scars.

“When someone is stupid enough to love someone so cruel and so evil, then they deserve to live, and die, with that choice,” he said quietly though there was still a harsh quality to his tone. “I believe those were your exact words when you told me of what happened to your mother. I do wonder if you see the irony, my dear. Have you truly learned nothing?”

“You are not like my father,” she answered.

“Indeed,” he said and caressed her cheek. “I am much more cruel, and unlike your father, you will find me a monster that is quite difficult to burn, my sweet.”

“What if I don’t care?” she cried.

He studied her face as he kept caressing her cheek. His eyes went to her lips, and she could feel his breathing get slightly faster as he was leaned against her. In one swift movement, his hands went under her thighs, and he lifted her up against the bookshelf behind her.

He gave her an almost bruising kiss as if he wanted to devour her. One of her arms went behind his neck, the other to his cheek as she returned the kiss immediately. He groaned into her mouth as her lips parted for him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and the kiss turned even hungrier.

He suddenly breathed in deeply and the kiss turned sweeter instead, as if reining himself back.

“For once, I am truly sorry, dearest,” he said breathlessly between kisses.

“What?” she mumbled against his mouth.

She had not even noticed that he had removed one of his hands from her thighs. She heard the snap right beside her ear.

The bookcase behind her disappeared and he released her from the kiss and his grasp. She opened her eyes and saw that her surroundings had changed. She was at home. Her heart fell and she looked at him. His hand was ready to snap again.

“Don’t return,” he said. “You will thank me for this one day,”

“NO!” she said and grabbed his hand. “Don’t do this…Don’t fucking do this to me, Raphael. Take me back.”

“No.”

“Take me back!”

“Don’t tempt me,” he snapped at her. “You will stay here. You will go back to your library and your books. You will grow old, and when your soft little heart stops one day, I will be there to collect.”

He said the word ‘soft’ as if it was something that disgusted him.

Tav was not having it. She felt herself grow angry.

“I’ll tell them,” she snapped right back at him. “Which ever devil, warlock, cambion or whoever will listen to me. Isn’t that what you are so scared about? That someone will find out that I am a weakness. That I’ll—”

She was interrupted when Raphael’s hand shot out and closed around her wrist in warning. He yanked her closer and for a moment she thought he would hurt her. She had hit a soft spot. He looked like he was seriously considering snapping her neck for a moment. There was a fire in those brown eyes of his that told her he was absolutely furious.

There was a low groan of frustration from him before he let go of her arm. He calmed down somewhat.

“You will do nothing of the sort,” he said in a low voice. There was a hint of a cruel and hateful smile on his lips. “But fine. If that truly is the game you want to play, then let’s make a deal…”

She should have been more rattled by the fact that he had almost hurt her, but she was too relieved that he finally seemed to see sense.

“I’ll sign,” she said without question.

She even surprised herself with how desperate she had become.

“I truly appreciate your enthusiasm,” he said. “Though it is not that kind of deal. I have your soul regardless, so you have nothing to bargain with.”

“What then?”

“I realize that I have sheltered you too much,” he explained. “The deal is this: You will spend a day with me and see for yourself what it is I have been doing while you have been sleeping in my bed. When the day is over, I will give you a simple choice. You will decide if you want to stay with me or go home.”

She nodded.

“But know this,” he said with a raised finger and leaned closer to her. “If you leave, you will stay away for good. I will not have you back in the House of Hope ever again, and you will not seek me out. If you do, I will be forced to act and I will not be as kind as I have been today. Should you instead for whatever reason decide to stay, then you are mine and there is no way back. Do you understand?”

“Will I be permitted to leave if I decide to stay?” she asked.

She was pretty sure she knew what he would say, but his answer surprised her.

“We could discuss it if you do decide to stay,” he said with a shrug. “You won’t though, so let’s not waste our time on hypotheticals.”

That made her slightly nervous. Whatever he was going to show her, he seemed sure that it would be enough for her to refuse to stay with him. She wondered what horrors she would be exposed to in the next 24 hours.

“Do you agree to the terms?” Raphael asked.

In a way it was a win-win for her. One option was that she would stay with him, and potentially be able to leave and visit her friends every now and again, which was everything she could ever want. The other option was that Raphael would scare her away and she would hopefully be able to get over him for good.

“Yes.”

Raphael smirked at her and reached out and took her hand in his. He kissed her knuckles.

“Then let us not waste any time, dear,” he said and then snapped his fingers, whisking the both of them away from her house.

[transosdd]

hello! i think requests are open? if they are, can i request a c!wilbur inspired/influenced by the dark academia aesthetic, possibly with a name that isn't wilbur? lvl 2 or 3, either is fine. ty in advance, going to send in one other request, no rush on completing either! love your blog.

- @heralds-bah-commune

　 ⬭ 　　C!WILBUR SOOT ALTER PACK

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – rory, willow, symphony, theodore, julius, cassius, xavier

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 26

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – he/him, coco/cocoa, fea/feather, piano/piano, rea/read, book/books, poe/poet, scrap/scrapbook

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – masc-aligned, darkacawritic, poemgender, myracademic, acadelibre, priacademic, comfycoric, cogticksoundic

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – limnosexual, cepturomantic

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – memory holder, reliefmate, social protector, archivist

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – C!WILBUR [DSMP]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – vanillascentic, brownbloodic, ASPD, mania

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: reading/discussing literature, libraries and coffee shops, classical music/jazz/piano, rainy or overcast weather, mentions of philosophy/history, 1800s-early 1900s aesthetic

NEG: being interrupted, disorganization or messiness, overly cheerful/overwhelming environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: nearly handwritten letters or journals, vintage clothing or antiques, routines and rituals (like lighting a candle before reading), historic places and events, intricate puzzles, tea, fire and burning things

DISLIKES: modern technology, clashing colors in decor or clothing, overly sweet/artificial foods, procrastination, invasive questions

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – he is introspective and articulate, with a sharp mind and a penchant for deep, meaningful conversations. his demeanor is composed, often carrying a quiet intensity that hints at unspoken thoughts and emotions. he values intellect, structure, and beauty, particularly in the form of literature, philosophy, and art. while he may appear aloof or distant at times, he is deeply passionate and driven, often channeling his emotions into creative or intellectual pursuits. beneath his refined exterior, there is a lingering sense of melancholy, which he carries with a quiet dignity. (MBTI : INTJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – as a memory holder, he carefully compartmentalizes specific memories, ensuring they are preserved and protected, only sharing them when absolutely necessary for the system’s growth or understanding. he approaches this responsibility with a quiet sense of duty, treating the memories like pages in a book that he safeguards with precision and care. as a reliefmate, he steps forward during times of stress or exhaustion, relying on his calm, structured nature to handle tasks efficiently. whether it’s managing daily responsibilities or navigating difficult situations, he maintains focus and ensures everything is completed with care, allowing others to rest without guilt. in his role as a social protector, he excels in diffusing or managing overwhelming social situations. he uses his articulate nature and composed demeanor to redirect or de-escalate interactions that may be anxiety-inducing or harmful. his intellect and quick thinking enable him to handle conversations or conflicts with poise, setting firm boundaries when needed to protect the system from undue stress. as an archivist, he treats the system’s memories and events like entries in his well-maintained library. he uses his innerworld space as an archive, organizing information into clearly labeled constructs such as books and files, ensuring everything is stored in an orderly and accessible way. he has an innate ability to recall specific details about the system’s experiences, whether from the external world or the headspace, and can retrieve this information quickly when needed.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, he often retreats to a quiet, refined space that mirrors his dark academia aesthetic. his home resembles a study or library, filled with towering bookshelves, dim candlelight, and worn leather chairs. the atmosphere is cozy yet slightly somber, with muted tones and heavy curtains. he spends his time immersed in books, journaling, or organizing the system’s internal “archives,” keeping memories and thoughts in order. his presence is steady and grounding, offering a quiet reassurance that everything is under control. his space is a haven for those in need of a calm, intellectual retreat, though he tends to value his privacy and may only allow others to visit if they truly need his guidance.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, he is composed, articulate, and deliberate in his actions. he approaches tasks with efficiency, prioritizing what needs to be done and ensuring the system feels in control and grounded. his calm demeanor makes him effective in stressful situations, as he rarely lets emotions cloud his judgment. in social settings, he carries himself with a reserved confidence, speaking thoughtfully and maintaining a distant tone. he tends to avoid unnecessary small talk, steering conversations toward topics of depth or importance when possible. if the situation becomes overwhelming or invasive, he is quick to set firm boundaries or gracefully remove the system from the environment. he focuses on maintaining a sense of order, whether by organizing the system’s external environment, completing responsibilities, or engaging in quiet, grounding activities like writing, reading, or listening to soft instrumental music. though he is not outwardly warm, his steady presence and logical approach provide reassurance to those around him, ensuring the system’s stability and protection.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🍪, 🧺, 🖋️📜

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = all unknown

[pianostrings]

Rebel Moon Novelization

Some interesting parts from the novelization! Contains potential spoilers for Rebel Moon under the cut.

The novelization opens with the destruction of King Heron's world, as punishment for aiding the Bloodaxes. Noble forces Heron's son, Aris, to kill his father with the bone staff to protect his family before he is conscripted into the army. Noble beats the rest of his family to death anyway.

Kora's sex scene with Den is fleshed out (wink). Inwardly, she admits to liking Gunnar, despite his shyness, but has issues with intimacy and the idea of starting a family.

Hagen, a villager whose wife and daughter died, was the one who found Kora and took her in. He is something of a father figure to her.

Slightly longer dialogue scene with Sam & Jimmy. Features Jimmy's line from the trailer that a 'A king is a man, and a man can fail or betray. But a myth is indestructible.' He mentions that Balisarius had the Jimmies separated from Princess Issa, despite their vow to protect her, and that most of them had never set foot on the Motherworld.

Sam thanks Aris for saving her (❁´◡`❁)

Den takes over as the village leader after Sindri and his wife are bone staffed to death 😓

Before Kora leaves, she asks Hagen to task Private Aris to fix the guns on the dropship she crash-landed on Veldt in.

In Kora's flashback scene, we learn Kora's family lived above the tea shop they owned. She had two older siblings. They are killed by Imperium soldiers while she is upstairs packing.

Kora's scene with Balisarius has dialogue. He introduces himself. She tells him her name is Kora. She believes he is impressed she had the guts to pull the trigger. He renames her on the spot 😒 and takes her as a 'a gift to himself and his legacy' 😒 because 'every leader had an heir'.

Kora's life on the ship is briefly detailed. Balisarius brings her to a surrendering planet and makes her watch the soldiers open fire on its people. She is sent to train at the Imperium military academy and doesn't see Balisarius for years. Before she leaves, he tells her she can't tell anyone about her past or where she came from. She graduates with top marks and her final test is orchestrated by Balisarius: it involves her executing a man without question.

More scenes in the village. Aris keeps his Imperium uniform to keep up appearances for transmissions to the Motherworld.

While trying to fix the ship, Aris and Sam share how their parents died. It's giving young love over shared trauma 🥰 They wake to find there is a deer with antlers removed (important!) roasted on a spit and the ship has been repaired. Aris guesses it was Jimmy who did it.

We hear from Jimmy's perspective that he ran to save Sam because he felt the same connection and loyalty to her as he did Princess Issa (interesting). He decides to make his own choices, carves his own staff, cloaks himself with a robe, and a pair of fashionable deer antlers to go into the wilderness.

Hickman hints at Tarak's backstory-- he says Tarak runs when given the chance and that he let his own people die at the hands of the realm.

Cassius takes a call from someone who makes him more uneasy than Noble, a high scribe named Enoch with abilities that defy logic. Cassius finds Noble predictable in his brutality.

We learn more about Cassius: he doesn't have the implants the realm's upper classes and high-ranking officials make to their bodies because it would leave him open in ways he didn't want. Cassius's family isn't native to Moa (the Motherworld) but had been there for generations and became affluent. His mother's penchant for opulence mounted debts for his father, a senator, and her modifications revealed their circumstances to another senator who blackmails them. Cassius's father trades him to serve with the priests who tells him that silence and observation are powerful tools (interesting).

Sexy scene with Noble and the Octopus, called the Twins. They were gifted to him by a warlord and are one of the few things he actually likes. Not shockingly, he is really into tentacle shit and BDSM. Cassius interrupts and Noble offers to let him go a round with the Twins. Cassius, grossed the eff out, politely declines. It's TMI, even for him.

More Cassius backstory: his career in the priesthood doesn't work out; after his family is ruined and executed, he joins the military order where he meets Noble, who confirms his father was responsible for Cassius's family's downfall & execution. In the academy, Cassius sees Noble's cruelty up close. He thinks of Noble as someone charming and cruel, surrounding himself with slightly smarter but less ambitious people. Good at working his way into the right circles.

Daggus is known throughout the galaxy for its cobalt mines. The land was leveled and indigenous life died out. Workers, mostly refugees, move there with the promise of wealth only to be exploited and live in poor conditions.

Kora offers to help Nemesis with Harmada, but she declines. She says: 'Harmada has grown accustomed to the pain of her grief. I know her rage intimately. We are not enemies.'

After watching Gunnar save the child, Kora thinks that even though he isn't a seasoned warrior, he has the heart of one. She's catching feelings.

In a flashback scene, she watches Princess Issa play in the snow at the winter castle. There is a frozen lake with giant fish and creatures swimming underneath (important later).

Kora witnesses Issa bring the bird back to life and warns her not to show anyone her power. Issa recounts that when she was born she almost killed her mother but when she was placed in her arms, the Queen was miraculously healed. Everyone present was sworn to secrecy. Unbeknownst to them, the King watches this scene from the castle window.

The King approaches her later and tells Kora that Issa likes having her as a guard and expresses his happiness at her new role. He asks if she misses her homeworld, but Kora doesn't respond. Balisarius told the King that Kora was abandoned as a child.

King Levitica agreed to help the Bloodaxes because he finds the Imperium's notion of 'homogeneous purity vile' and because 'they neither respect nor value anything that doesn't serve them at the expense of their own lives.' His comfort and kindness remind Kora of Hagen, her father figure on Veldt.

While waiting for the Bloodaxes, Tarak tells the others of how the people of his home, the Samandrai system, were killed or enslaved by the Imperium. Kora asks why he wasn't taken and conscripted to be made an example of. When he doesn't respond, she surmises he left before that could happen. Kai calls him a coward and ribs the other men. He and Titus almost get into a fight. Gunnar tells Kora he thinks Kai is a dick.

Darrian tells Devra that "people need a revolution they can see". When he refers to not allowing another world to fall in their name, he is presumably referring to King Heron's world at the beginning of the book.

A dying King Levitica tells Noble that "goodness will return to the universe. Endless war and needless death will end in the universe., There will be one to bring it back." So sad to see the end of his squidgy face.

Kora and Tarak speak; Tarak doesnt trust Kai, but she brushes it off. Girl, there are SO many alarm bells ringing.

Kai's betrayal reminds Kora of the "first monumental betrayal in her life."

There is more dialogue between Noble and the team as they are bound and about to be transported. Noble mocks Nemesis's dead children (seriously, fuck this guy!!!). The spine machines are meant to paralyse them for transport.

Noble asks if Gunnar will be a problem being transported unbound but Kai laughs it off, saying Gunnar is a coward. Oop. That was a bad read.

The fight sequence actually has them fighting together. Titus acknowledges Nemesis saving his life. Tarak and Titus fight happily side by side.

Darrian's death scene is vague; it says his body 'shut[s] down like the hunk of metal he clung to' while screaming 'Death to the Motherworld! Death to the Realm! For Shasu!' while hysterically laughing.

More dialogue when Noble and Kora fight. When she looks over his (presumably) dead body, she wishes it was Balisarius instead and is sad to know that she'll likely never be able to confront him in person.

There's a "who's going to fly this thing" moment with Kai's freighter. A crime this was left out. (Also, they don't answer this; the freighter apparently just lands itself when they arrive back in Providence.)

Back on Veldt, Sam invites Aris to stay in her home. She loves sewing and quilting, which she learned from her grandmother. Aris likes the quilts, which is good because she has so many.

After the company arrive in the village, they are followed by two Hawkshaws at a distance. They are watched, in turn, by Jimmy.

Devra commands her ships return to 'Base One'.

The astral plane setting where Noble meets Balisarius is confirmed to be the winter gardens of the royal palace where the Princess Issa scene was set.

Balisarius' face is noted to have been kept young with 'fortune and science' (yeah, and bad CGI 😐)

It's explicitly confirmed that Kora is responsible for the assassination of the royal family, or at least is being blamed for it. Noble says: 'I have found her. The hated other who murdered in cold blood that which we held most dear.' He also calls her 'the ethnic impurity, the monster, the Scargiver, the enemy of us all.' Balisarius says Arthelais is the 'assassin of the royal family, she who killed the king and queen, as well as her charge, the Princess Issa.' - From Rebel Moon Part One - A Child of Fire: The Official Movie Novelization by V. Castro Other interesting parts:

The scribes extract the teeth of their victims and put them on their masks in front of an image of Princess Issa to 'honour her.' The effect is, not surprisingly, extremely horrifying.

While Kora is living on the ship, she sees a Kali in a giant metal encasement with 'thick tubes of red and blue energy' and 'something alive in there'. She feels sorry for it, and thinks it is the only other thing on the ship who understands the feeling of being trapped.

Kora's off-worlder status is being made a big deal of, and I'm still not sure why. Balisarius apparently gets no heat for raising the assassin that murders the royal family?

Cassius is given way too much backstory for him to just be a random henchman. I suspect he may be collecting information to overthrow Noble at some point.

I am outing myself as a Sam is Princess Issa truther, even if it doesn't make any sense at all. But I think it's neat.

Sam and Aris ❤

Jimmy ❤

[bullet-prooflove]

4000 Follower Celebration: Safe With Me - Remy Scott x Reader

Tagging: @whateversomethingbruh @luannysousa @scorpio-1357 @littleone65

References to:

My Girl Series:

Marks - Remy likes to leave his mark.

Too Much, Too Soon - You stand Remy up.

Helpless - Remy learns why you stood him up.

My Girl - Remy checks in with you at the hospital.

You don’t remember much about what happened during the Rhode Island case. It’s a mix of fragments, images and sounds. You recall stepping into the Enlightenment Room at the Awakenings Centre with Cassius Lee, the leader of a religious sect you believed was trafficking girls. Sitting down on the couch as he served you tea.

Things get hazy after that, you start to feel a little sick, a little faint. You lose control of your muscles, your ability to move, to speak. A hand grips your jaw, forcing your head back so all you can see is the floral etchings in the plaster on the ceiling above.

“Let me go.” You’d mumbled as his thumb traced over your lower lip.

“Why should I let you go when you look so pretty like this?” Cassius had murmured against your throat as he’d drawn down the straps of your dress.

You still dream about that day, it comes to you in the depths of the night, invading your peace. Your heart pounds and your breathing quickens because for a moment you’re back in the Enlightenment Room as Cassius Lee begins to disrobe you.

It’s Remy’s voice that draws you back to the present, his warm, gravelly tone. The shelter of his form is warm and soothing as he gathers you up into his arms, cradling you close. You bury your face into his bare chest, his hand soothing through your hair.

“You’re home baby girl.” Remy whispers against your skin. “With me, in our bed.”

Your breathing starts to even out as the room filters in around you. It’s bathed in the glow from the nightlight that Remy bought when the two of you first got together. He’d realised quickly in the early days that you couldn’t sleep without one. That’s when you knew that he was serious about you, that he was envisioning a future.

His thumb ghosts over the apple of your cheek, his forehead coming to rest upon yours.

“You’re safe with me honey.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “You’re always safe with me.”

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[dreamymoonpearl]

– Severus!

Turning around and left the cup of tea on the table at the alarmed arrival of his friend and roommate, who he expected to arrive tomorrow afternoon. Clarissa* Greengrass's white face framed by her blond curls was full of panic.

– What's wrong?

– There's a vagrant in your room...with Dulcie as a hostage! – she shouted in low tone, clearly scared – Let's call the aurors, NOW!

Severus bit his lip with his cheeks turning red, he was holding back the laugh he wanted to let out at his friend's face and the embarrassment he was feeling about her discovering James sleeping after he had been staying for three days... he didn't want to reveal their relationship yet, so the option of letting her think that someone had broken into the apartment was very tempting...

But he had to do the right thing. And it would be a long day, knowing well Clariss was going to tell everyone about her relationship with James Potter, Gryffindor and mortal enemy in their time as students, Mulciber will surely laugh, Barty will not stop bothering him and Regulus...he already suspected it.

Lucius and Narcissa would be the least pleased.

‎⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓‎⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓‎⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓⌓

[*]OC because I need Severus to have more friends 🤺

Clarissa & Cassius Greengrass, my twins and besties of Severus in my AU’s 🥰

[greenerteacups]

Can you spill some tea on fifth book? I’m dying here, love love love your work

i can tell you the way i would currently describe it as "a bunch of heists stacked in a trenchcoat shaped like a spy movie," but that's probably too organized, so perhaps it would be more accurate to say "several heists dancing a quadrille with a spy movie, while the third act of when harry met sally keeps trying to cut in."

(also, here's the list of chapter titles, if you're interested >:])

[5.1] Summer’s End

[5.2] The Ministry of Magic

[5.3] The Old London Place

[5.4] Rumors on the Hogwarts Express

[5.5] Umbridge’s Lament

[5.6] The Miseducation of Hermione Granger

[5.7] The Hogwarts Resistance

[5.8] The Room of Requirement

[5.9] Occlumency

[5.10] Gryffindor vs. Slytherin

[5.11] The December Rebellion

[5.12] Tannenbaum

[5.13] For Auld Lang Syne

[5.14] The Patronus

[5.15] The Pureblood Sisters

[5.16] The Fall of Cassius Warrington

[5.17] I Will Not Tell Lies

[5.18] The Golden Afternoon

[5.19] Heroes

[5.20] As Though Nothing Could Fall

[5.21] Toujours Pur

[5.22] The Princess’s Tale

[5.23] In Extremis

[nkirukaj]

Deerly Beloved (3)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing;

Genre: ANGST/Fluff (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2K

3. My Dear

“Vera!” Daphne called out, “Where is that little girl?” she wondered “Oh well, please dig into the cheese balls, they’re made with aged brie,”

“Daphne,” her mother called in between bites of cheese balls “How’s my granddaughter, what’s she been up to?”

Daphne clasps her hands together and looks off to the side with an awkward smile “Well, Vera gets the highest grades, of course, she’s taking improv and violin classes-“

“Yes, yes, I know all that, but is she doing alright? Cassius told me you had to bring her to a psychologist. What was that about?”

Daphne clears her throat “Oh that? That wasn’t anything! No cause for alarm, it was just a precautionary measure. No issues whatsoever,”

“Wonderful, I would hate if Vera started subscribing to those labels, my little girl is perfectly normal,”

“Perfectly normal,” Daphne sighed as Vera listened from behind the door

____________________________

“Tell me about yourself, Vera,” May says as she pours a cup of tea for her out in the town square.

Vera lifts the cup to her lips “What do you want to know?” she takes a sip and burns her tongue “Aw shit!” 

“Oh my! Language missy! It’s not ladylike for a woman to curse,”

Vera raises her eyebrow. “Ladylike? What time period are you from? The 1800s?” she laughs 

“1960 miss,”

“That’s when you were born?”

“That’s when I died,”

She looks up with wide eyes “When were you born??” “1880 miss,”

“Woah! You’re like old as fuck!”

May purses her lips as she sits across from the new angel and sips her tea “What was your life like?”

Vera shrugs and lifts the teacup again “Pretty good; I was born in Harlem and raised on the Upper East Side. I was a rich kid who went to a private school. Common rich kid shit. learned how to play an instrument-violin-and I took dance and improv classes, mostly to help me with my socializing, and I guess it worked, but who’s to say?” She shrugs again and takes another sip of the tea, trying to keep it in her mouth.

“Work on your socializing, what for?”

“Well, you see, I have autism,” she laughs at what she guesses was a joke to herself, like a little secret that she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. When she finished laughing, she saw May’s extremely confused face. “Wait, you don’t know what that is, do you?” she sighs “It’s classified as a mental disorder that affects the way that people socialize. So, for me, it makes me awkward, and I find it hard to relate to other people, amongst other things,”

“Oh,” May takes another sip, clearly to avoid responding to what she had just heard and was confused about. 

The two women sit in silence before Vera breaks it “What about you then?”

“What about me?”

“What made you want to clean my house?”

May bent her arm at the wrist “That’s what I did when I was alive! I did enjoy it very much, just not the way I was treated,” she pressed her mouth into a thin line.

“How so?”

“I was born in the 1800s, my dear,”

Vera’s face lit up with understanding “Oh right! The racism!” she slapped her palm to her forehead. “Sorry, forgot about that for a second,”

“It’s quite all right, miss,” May carefully put down the empty cup and inhaled “It was me, my husband, and my son. I had to work double duty because my husband wasn’t around all the time, so I often had to leave my son alone. But I taught him all about how to take care of himself. Once he became old enough and had finished school, he started to join me in my work, you know, to help alleviate the stress from off of his father from having to support us.”

“How old was your son when he started to work?”

May think it over “About 13,”

“That’s young to be working. I didn’t start working until I was….” Vera thinks about it. “22”

May shrugs “That was how it was back then. But I gotta acknowledge the corn, there was no school for him to go to after that, so he might as well join me in working to support the household,”

Vera scrunches up her face “What do you mean there was no school for him to attend? School goes up to 12th grade,”

The older woman shakes her head “Not back then, not for us.”

“Wait, where are you from?”

May smiles proudly “Born and raised in New Orleans, my dear,”

“Like from Princess and the Frog,” she instinctively says. At that moment, a flash of red appears before her eyes, and jumbled-up voices appear in her head. She can almost make them out; they seem deeply familiar, but she just can’t place them. When she returns to reality, May is staring at her with a bit of concern “And they didn’t have high schools in New Orleans?”

The concern melts off of her face “They did!” She chuckles “Just not for us,”

“What?! Are you serious?”

She nods again “Yes, ma’am,”

“That’s…that’s crazy!” 

May offers a warm smile “It’s just how it was back in my day. But don’t be fooled; my son is very smart.” She grins proudly “He might be even smarter than he would have been had he gone to school,” 

Vera can’t help but feel some of May’s infectious joy “What did your son do to help you with your work?”

“Why, he handled the flowers, of course,”

“Flowers?”

“Yes, well,” May leans forward, “I had my house cleaning, and on the side, I would sell flowers to make some extra money,” her southern accent comes through the clearest at this moment “While he was in school I taught him all about the flowers and how to take care of ‘em, and he took over the whole thing when he started working!”

“That’s so sweet,” Vera’as eyes soften

“Yeah, that’s my son, sweet as a beignet,”

“What’s that?”

“What’s what, dear?”

“What you just said, a beignet?”

May stares at her with wide, disbelieving eyes “No, you certainly are not from the South,” she laughs, and Vera blushes in slight embarrassment “A beignet is like a. “ She thinks of something to compare it to “Something like s donut, but it’s square and covered in powdered sugar,”

Vera sticks out her tongue “Sounds tasty,”

“They are!” May confirms, “I’ll have to make some for you sometime,”

“Yeah!” they sit in silence for a few more moments when Vera speaks up again “Can I hear more about your son?”

May grins at her once more “Of course you can, my dear,”

____________________________________

If asked, Daphne would probably agree that Vera was a “problem child,” one that was difficult to raise or ‘contain,’ as she would put it. However, her darling husband Cassius would say the exact opposite. 

“Daddy, Daddy!” Vera would run and jump into her father’s arms with a loud whining noise, her mother not far behind

She would sigh, “Cassius, you’re babying her,”

“Is it so wrong for a father to comfort his daughter?” he would ask

Daphne would roll her eyes, “Look at her! She’s not even crying!” and Vera would bury her face into her father’s chest, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on. “She’s manipulating you!” Eventually, Daphne would just give up; there was no way she was prying her daughter out of her husband’s arms

“You sound like a really good mom,” Vera told May when they had walked back to her house.

May put down the parasol she insisted on carrying “Well, thank you kindly, my dear, I sure hope so,”

“So where is your son anyway?”

She waves her hand around “Around her somewhere, you’d think he’d want to come see his mother,” she huffs jokingly “But children grow and no longer need their parents, so I just hope he’s taken care of,”

Vera wiggles her eyebrows “I sure hope to meet him; he sounds like the perfect man,”

May’s eyes widen “Oh yes, yes! I would love for you to meet him. He never did marry while alive, but you would be the most wonderful bride, Miss Vera!”

Vera blushes and turns towards her door “Really?”

“Oh yes! Your momma must be so proud of you,”

Vera leans on the door “Ya think so?” May nods “I don’t know my mother is quite different from you, I don’t think she’d be proud of me at all,”

“Well, that’s balderdash, sweetie. See you tomorrow, Miss Vera!” May turns and walks away, once again lifting her parasol over her head as she strolls away. 

When Vera enters her house, she sees a tall figure with grayish-brown skin and six wings standing and waiting in silence in her living room. Vera enters the room with her fists bared when the figure turns around.

“Hi! Vera right? I’m Emily Emmy E I go by whatever,” she sticks her hand out to the doe.

Vera lowers her fists and sighs “Hi, I know who you are. You’re like Sera’s little sister, right?”

She mulls it over, “Something like that,” and retracts her hand “I just came by to see how you were doing,” she chuckles nervously “Are you all right? Having a good time?”

Vera’s eyes turn up “Yeah, why?”

“Oh, just wanted to make sure you were adjusting properly after Sera-“ Emily shakes her head “Never mind. I just need to make sure that you’re happy!”

“I guess I’m happy,” she answers honestly

“You guess?” The seraphim’s eyes open wide

“Yeah, I just feel like I’m missing something,”

Emily steps closer “Like?”

“I’m not sure exactly,”

Emily nods and flies out the door “Don’t you worry, I am on it!”

Vera closes the door after her and sits; she wonders if she deserves to be here. She was a cool person, fucking awesome, really, but she’d done some not-so-amazing things in her life. Temptation got to her when it came to all those brides she’d seduced out of their marriages. But she sustained that she did not make that boy that she rejected kill himself, just a little light teasing was all it was.

Who was she kidding? She wasn’t worthy of this place; she was a garbage person, depressed about being a garbage person, doing garbage things to make herself feel better about being a garbage person. And then there was that nagging feeling she had tugging in her chest like something was missing. She felt like some huge part of her life was just gone, and she couldn’t put her finger on it. Vera racked her mind through and through for any semblance of anything hidden. And what was that flash of red she’d experienced earlier when May had mentioned New Orleans?  

May was a kind and interesting woman, she spoke of her family often, as though her life revolved around them, maybe it had. You know, Vera thought, she’d spoken so much of her son, and she didn’t even know the boy’s name. She’d have to ask the woman later. Only now had she noticed that the woman called her ‘Miss’ and ‘My dear’-

‘My dear’

Again, with another flash of red, Vera heard a voice calling out, “My dear,” a voice that wasn’t May. A man’s voice. Certain that the voice was talking to her, oddly enough, she heard her voice respond, but she couldn’t see anything but the red.

When she came to, she was on the floor, something hitting her face gently and someone calling her name. This voice was familiar, something she could never forget, when her eyes came to focus, she looked up and saw above her.

“Mom?”

[crimswnred]

LITG SEASON 7: STICK OR TWIST

third sneak peek — meet Joyo

a scuba diving instructor (from Cornwall)

doesn't like drama but seems to be always in it

not sure if he's there to find The One™

but he's open for a good time

believes in not waiting for good things to happen

would like to find someone special if they came along

says his job is super chill

and god, he has OPINIONS! 👇

about the others:

coupled up with Geri

thinks she's fire and so, so sexy

but isn't sure if they are right for each other

is happy Alex is there with him and they have great chats

says Rafael is like a clueless puppy and needs to slow down a bit

and that he doesn't know how to be mysterious

thinks Cassius is a good looking man

doesn't seem to be a fan of Bryson

think he's a lot, that he's drama and that he's like an annoying little brother

says Willow is one of the sweetest person he had ever met and has his eyes on her too

says Estelle is sarcastic, that he likes her

and that her sarcasm is sending Bryson through a loop

Daphne is proper jokes, according to him

but it's totally friendzone between them

says Daph and Raf look like they found true love

but he's not sold on it yet

wishes Daph and Raf would enjoy the summer rather than trying to hang onto each other

says Daph is happy to look somewhere else (tea)

he had to help Raf with Cassius

apparently they had a challenge that led to chaos

Willow was annoyed, Geri loved the attention and Bryson was obviously involved.

and Geri was a bit off with him.

appearance:

*I think he's Filipino but take that with a grain of salt.

[jarbaje-dump]

☕️&💘? 🥺 Cassie and Estella please save meeeee

☕️ — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Both Cassie and Estella would like coffee, but Estella's palette would be much more varied. She has access to imported beans and would've grown up with something similar to Turkish-style coffee, made with a cezve, so I designed a cup that would probably be found in her noble house. Cassie would otherwise like chamomile tea.

💘 — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Estella considers her twin sister Clarimonde to be the most important to her despite spending long times apart. Cassius considers his guardians, Kalliope and Vander, the most important, especially with his mother's passing. There's potential for Estella and Cas to be in the 'circle of importance'.

From left to right, Clarimonde, Kalliope, and Vander. Their designs aren't finalized, though :>

[simpingforpjo]

I googled cassius yesterday accidentally instead of cashew and I threw a whole tantrum and ranted to my friend about Ides of March and the ABSOLUTE FREAKING TEA of "et tu brutus" and i open Tumblr today, the tag is trending and i think I've time traveled but oh well it's still the 12th

[eeldritchblast]

Tagged by @babeoffrontiers ❤️

Name: Cassius

Nickname: N/A (he is not a fan of nicknames!)

Gender: Cis male (he/him)

Star sign: (I don't know enough to assign him one rip)

Height: 158cm (5'2")

Orientation: Homosexual

Race: Drow

Romancing: Astarion

Fave fruit: Peaches

Fave season: Winter

Fave flower: Orchid

Fave scent: Freshly baked bread

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Coffee

Average sleep hours: 6-7

Dogs or cats: Cats

Dream trip: He doesn't know enough about the surface to even pick a place lol - but he'd be down for going wherever

Amount of blankets: 0-1 (he runs hot)

Random fact(s):

He was embarrassed by his "ugly" (by drow standards) black hair and purple eyes courtesy of his warlock patron, but after arriving on the surface and realizing no one there gave a shit, he got over it

Mommy issues kinda man

Certified monster-fucker

[quacaserous]

If you haven't talked abt it before, what are your durges relationship w Orin like? Did they feel any vestiges of those emotions past when confronting her post-tadpoling?

OK you didnt specify which durge u were talking about so im just gonna spill the tea on all 3 👀

pre-tadpole cassius & orin are essentially attached at the hip (like you actually would not see one walking without the other @ the temple) (woo codedependency! /sarc). there’s always been a kind of (not) subtle power imbalance between them what with durge being put up on a pedestal since they were a child but, at least in their youth, he treats her as close to an equal as his ego lets him & orin, discarded as unimportant/a dead weight by near everyone else at the temple, BASKS in it. that is, until gortash comes into cassius’ life, slowly ‘stealing him away’ over the course of about a decade until there’s near nothing left of the brother she once knew. he’s distant and patronizing and self-important and orin doesn’t understand why he doesn’t love her anymore & all that hurt and jealousy turns into resentment on both ends :)

post-tadpole cass doesn’t feel any of the fondness he once might’ve harbored for his sister. he sees her as a nuisance/obstacle in his way, a traitor, an example of what will happen to him should he fail father once more.

—

pre-tadpole cerys and orin’s dynamic is very much like. “i know you like the back of my hand and so i know how best to hurt you”. there are some elements of sisterly love in there, there’s an aknowledgement that they’re the only ones in the world that can understand the other but bhaal’s favoritism (& later enver’s involvement in isolating cerys from the temple) really strains that bond. cerys feels pressured to always be the best bc shes Daddy’s Special Little Princess™️ and orin takes it very personally. she thinks cerys is taking all of this for granted and decides hey, she deserves father’s love more than her betrayer sister!

post-tadpole cerys would have sacrificed herself to save and redeem orin if she could’ve, she feels no anger towards the betrayal. seeing orin so violated by the slayer transformation absolutely broke her because she knows exactly what it feels like to have your hand forced. she sits and cradles orin’s remains after the duel, apologizing for not being able to save her.

—

pre-tadpole saber like. almost disregards orin, not even out of self-centeredness but bc as little as she knows her, she cant stand to see orin losing herself to the madness saber knows she can’t pull her out of because orin doesn’t want to be saved. but in that same breath saber can’t afford to be weak, can’t afford to get attached to somebody, because she’ll still have to kill them in the end. saber is torn between feelings of familiarity & disdain towards orin, who simply takes it as saber being arrogant. the “what in the grey wastes are we going to do with you, little sister?” diary entry/note from durge is a huge catalyst in orin’s betrayal, physical proof of saber’s ‘hubris’

post-tadpole saber (in arcane vi & jinx fashion), hope on hope, begs orin to leave the temple with her, to let saber take her away from all of this before it consumes her. when she refuses, saber doesn’t blame herself for not being able to save orin from her demise, she knows there’s nothing more she could’ve done, but the look on orin’s face when she’s forced to transform haunts her long after the fact ❤️

[headmateelevator]

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hold the door!! someone's coming in!

name(s) - Dr. Ratio , Veritas , Alaric , Alistair , Atticus, Caius , Cassius , Elowen , Emery , Evander , Evelina , Isolde , Jules , Leander , Linden , Lysander, Morgan , Rhys , Rowan , Silvan , Soren , Tarian , Thorne , Titus , Valeria , Verity , Vincent , Violet , Violet , Apollo , Dionysis , Augustin , Diandra , Despina

pronouns - He / Xe / Ae / Vae / An / Analyze / Logic / Logics / Logicself / Calc / Calculate / Mu / Muse / Nyx / Eq / Equa / Equation / For / Formula / Formulas / Ma / Matri / Matrix / Vi / Met / Method / Methods / Ne / Num / Sol / Solve / Solves / Tac / Tactic / Tactics / Theo / Theor / Theory / Musi / Musics

gender(s) - Male , Blurimasculine , Catscholaea , Writergender , Libramasculine , Prettyboygenius , Cockygenius , Gnoseogender

orientations - Achillean , Aroaceflux

role(s) - doctor , assidumate , academic , archivist ,

species - human

source(s) - Dr. Ratio , Honkai: Star Rail

emoji(s) - 📖 , 🏺, 🍷 , 🍵, ☕ , 🍇 , 🐈‍⬛

likes - journaling , studying people , astronomy , psychology , reading , teaching others , drinking tea , documentaries , Photography , Organization , Small birds

dislikes - inappropriate jokes , idiots , Bright colors/lights , being disrupted when relaxing , Bigotry

front triggers - watching documentaries , academics , someone being uninformed or just blatantly wrong about something.

personality description - An outspoken member of the Intelligentsia Guild, dedicated to spreading knowledge far and wide, with the goal of eradicating the pervasive affliction of ignorance that afflicts the universe.

typing quirk - usually types with proper punctuation and wording, using a large vocabulary. though sometimes, usually when low energy, he can respond with simple, one to two word responses, even such as "k."

typing example / small message - Another day has passed. Today was particularly tiring, as I had to deal with multiple particularly ignorant individuals. but I remained patient nonetheless, as patience breeds success. though I feel a tad weary. Irritation can easily tire one out. I'm actually quite eager to rest tonight.

source memories - he has romantic memories of Aventurine. Aventurine would often overspend on gifts and outings for the two of them, which got on his nerves at times, but he didn't often complain about it, though he preferred when the two of them could create more meaningful gifts for one another. such as crocheting together. he also has memories of experiencing Chronic back pain, and had memorized several different ways to manage and lessen it.

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