#ch: cassia

[moondust-bard]

Potent Poison, Treasured Tonic: Character Intro Masterpost

Elowyn

Juniper

Holly

Linden

Rowan

Acacia

Cassia

Laurel

Olivia

Myrtle

Willow

Hazel

Queen Ileana

King Karlens

Lady Aisling

Lord Adair

Lady Katrina

Leondra, the knight

King of Spring

Queen of Spring

Hessina of Summer

Annika of Winter

Learn about the wip here

[rheaofficial]

Tristan/Trista, the Chosen One

In hindsight, Tristan/Trista being the Chosen of Heptra should not come as a surprise. They are very good-looking, with glimmering golden hair and smooth, marble-white skin. Their eyes, a brilliant shade of blue, are more captivating than the most finely crafted sapphires; their smile is more dazzling than diamonds. Most important of all, Tristan/Trista has a kind, noble soul, a rare gem in such uncertain times.

Cassius/Cassia, the Renegade Mage

Cassius/Cassia has always dreamt of becoming the Arch Wizard, but their hope is crushed to dust after failing the Test of Will. Now, they are on the run, for it is illegal to practice magic without passing the Test. Despite the difficulties, the mage is still determined to unravel the secrets of the arcane.

Zareb/Zaria, the Lost Sailor

The sailor bears ethereal features, with midnight-black hair and rich brown skin, their eyes a warm shade of honey. Many were charmed by their crooked smile and paid the price for it- often in coins, but sometimes in blood, too.

Sekhriu/Sekhria, the Dark Champion

The current Dark Champion of Isferata is always shrouded by a veil of shadows that writhes and dances around their imposing figure. Legends claim that those are souls of their former foes forced to serve as their unwilling aides; others claim that they are favors from the Dark Queen. No one knows what the Dark Champion really looks like, for they dare not even stay within Sekhriu/Sekhria’s proximity- the aura of fear is enough to stop one’s heart.

(Note: This RO’s romance route only triggers when the story reaches its middle point)

[cassiaorsellio]

AND I SAY THAT'S MY LADY NOVATOR 🗣️

Bonus option I had but didn't take because I know what ending that option leads to but it confirms I'm on the right path:

[spookyrps]

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[happyhauntt]

tell me what makes you most happy about Jaime and Cassia

okay for the longest time i wasn't getting inbox notifications and i've just realised there's stuff in here so let's get to it and thank you!!!

also there's literally nothing about them that makes me happy, they're the most depressing couple i've ever had to pleasure of writing and i have traumatised them beyond reason!!!

[gwynethshadowsinger]

Gwyn and Azriel Connections Pt. 2

Continuation of my last post, and this will be long as well due to me including text from the book itself and my thoughts I jotted down as I was reading.

Ch. 59 of ACOSF - I loved this part with the Valkyries. The friendship bracelets were a good bonding moment between them, and I love how each picked out colors that suited the others spirits. Nesta, in particular, picking out the colors that she did for Gwyn stood out to me.

What do these colors signify? Do they signify anything at all? Colors in question: Blue, White, and Teal.

My thoughts? Blue could be for Azriel and/or her Invoking Stone. White could be for the healing/protection aspect of said stone, or maybe Gwyn has some unknown power that still needs to be revealed. Teal, I could see Nesta picking for the color of Gwyn's eyes 🥹🥰

Ch. 60 of ACOSF - Gwyn cutting the ribbon was a BIG deal. Cassian looking over to notice Azriel attention fixated on Gwyn with "admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face." How Azriel goes wholly still as if aware of larger forces. The particular wording Sarah uses to describes Gwyn's movements "swift as the winds off the Illyrian mountains, her entire body working in singing harmony." Gwyn becoming the 1st Valkyrie.

Has Azriel attention shifted towards Gwyn? I love the way he is looking at her in this scene and how he went wholly still.

Does he sense a potential threat to Gwyn?

Has his fixation on Elain finally started to wane, and he's realizing Gwyn might become more important to him, but not sure why exactly?

Ch. 60 (still) of ACOSF - The competitive banter between Gwyn and Azriel is 😘. I LOVE that the shadows are dancing around Azriel during this scene & Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge with "we look forward to proving you wrong."

The shadows dancing has to mean something here. They haven't danced around Azriel while he's conversed, joked, or bantered around with anyone else. Maybe they sense Gwyn would be good for Azriel and like her themselves? Instead of appearing to react to Azriel emotions like in other scenes they've appeared in.

This scene also reminds me of Sarah's endgame couples. I think she's planting evidence for a Gwyn and Azriel endgame.

Ch. 60 (still) - The "See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger" toss over Gwyn's shoulder. AZRIEL STARING AFTER WITH AMUSEMENT & NESTA SAYING HE'S THE NEW RIBBON!!!!

AHHHH!!!!! If this whole scene isn't endgame foreshadowing, I don't want it. There is no way Sarah laid this down and wasn't kicking her feet with glee.

Ch. 60 (still 😅🤣) - She wanted to be the first. Wanted Nesta and Emerie and her to be the ones who wiped the smirks from Azriel's and Cassians faces. Especially Azriel's....

Why does this read as if it's from Gwyn's POV specifically?!? Did Sarah unintentionally, or intentionally, give us a little excerpt from Gwyn POV because she already has plans to write Gwyn's story and wanted to give us a little something beforehand?

Ch. 60 - Gwyn was grinning so wildly that her teal eyes glowed like a sunlit sea, and she extended her battered hand to Azriel. And Azriel alone.

I wonder what Azriel was thinking at that moment of Gwyn's teal eyes glowing like that and her reaching out her hand to him 👀

What's also interesting is the theme of the book seems to be "keep reaching out your hand," and we have Gwyn reaching out hers to Azriel specifically 😉

Also, sheesh. In ONE CHAPTER ALONE, Sarah has put a lot of meaningful Gwyn and Azriel content.

Ch. 67 of ACOSF - The Blood Rite. Gwyn kept to the trees for two nights and watched the beasts. She learned where the beasts slept during the day and that they got angry when awoken. She used that knowledge to then lead one of the beasts to the male and his companions camp just in time to help save Nesta and Emerie.

That sounds like spy work.

Gwyn is cunning and great at biding her time for the right moment.

Ch. 68 of ACOSF - Near the beginning of this chapter, we get this scene from Cassian and Azriel in which Azriel talks about spying and Cassian mentions how unspeakable things could be happening to Emerie and Gwyn as well as Nesta. Azriels shadows appear to deepen around him, and his Siphons are said to have even gleam like cobalt fire.

It's nice to have confirmation Gwyn was indeed doing spy work like I had thought while she was waiting and watching those beasts. Maybe she'll become a spy as well and go on missions wit Azriel? They'd be one dynamic duo.

Azriel's shadows deepening and his Siphons gleaming like cobalt fire.. could that be a hint somehow? Because I don't remember his Siphons ever gleaming like cobalt fire in the series when anyone else is in danger of "unspeakable things" happening to them...

Trusting in the training they gave them? Sounds like mate behavior. Endgame couples tend to trust each other to make it out alive, even in dangerous situations where they are separated. I like this new side of Azriel trusting in the girls, maybe even Gwyn specifically.

Ch. 68 of ACOSF - Gwyn is talking to Nesta and Emerie. She mentions how she is tired of being in the library and wants to take a new road. A road that will forge them into something new. And after Gwyn's done speaking, "A cold wind blew off Ramiel's side. Whispering. Murmuring." Gwyn goes on to relay her side of the story of what happened to her and how Azriel saved her by slaughtering all the soldiers within moments & went on to give her his cloak as well as wrapped her in it.

Yessss Gwyn!!! I'm so proud of how far Gwyn has come. She is truly a warrior, a survivor, a woman to look up to. I can't wait to read about her own journey because there is NO WAY we won't get her story told after this.

Um... Azriel didn't hesitate? AND HE GAVE HER HIS CLOAK AND WRAPPED HER IN IT?!?

ISN'T THAT ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE WHAT LUCIEN DID FOR ELAIN (minus Lucien killing anyone given that circumstance)?!?!? And Elain and Lucien are mates soo....

The rest of the story.. I was a blubbering mess.

But Gwyn became Carynthian. Just like how Azriel is Carynthian. Which is just another point that led me to think Sarah is going to have Gwyn and Azriel as endgame. Mates are equal after all.

And while Gwyn might have went back to the library, I just feel and know her story is far from over. Her journey is coming, and Azriel will more than likely be her endgame.

[rosemaze-reveries]

2, 3, 8, 10, 18, 23 for the path to nowhere ask please 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

ahhw ty for the ask bloo 🥺❣️ i totally meant to answer sooner !!!! i remember you mentioning you were interested in ptn 👁️ are you still thinking abt playing ... cutely bats eyelashes

2. When did you start playing?

nov 2022 🏌️ BY TOTAL CHANCE TOO, i don't really like tower defense or dystopias (how did i get here??) but, it was super refreshing to find a female-centric game whose main selling point wasn't overblown sexualization 🫶

3. Who is your favorite character?

yes yes yes my lovies incoming

i suffer from loves-everyone disease so i've jumped around too many charas <//3 but im pretty confident in these 3...!

8. Who is your favorite A rank?

other than the above sinners? dudu 😖♡ she's cute and upbeat and often dances with death ?? something about that struck me too hard

10. What was your favorite event (so far)?

flora unfurl's plot outshines them all i think ... but phantom of the mist had me gasping for air 🤒 once upon a dream i had a wife

18. Are you saving for anyone? Who?

miss cassia mwahmwah i will be proposing on november 28 at 2pm !!!!!!!!!

23. What advice would you give new players?

try to clear level IV of the stormy memories stages asap !!! crimebrands' drop rates are terrible, so the sooner you're able to start raiding them the better up until ch.9 (maybe 10...?) of mainstory you can probably get away with using whatever sinners you like in battle 🧐 but most guides will use charas like nox, che, labyrinth if you want to make it easier on yourself they seem to be dropping limited sinners every CNY and anniversary, which haven't had reruns so far, if that's something you want to save for !

[moondust-bard]

Hi starsong

Can you give me a metaphor to describe each of your blorbos?

A fun fact about me is I had to ask for clarification in regards to the term ‘blorbo’. If I’m understanding correctly, a blorbo is any character— be them from an established fandom or your own work— one daydreams about, fixates on, or otherwise turns their mind to for the purposes of escapism and entertainment.

While contemplating this new-to-me word, I encountered a post lamenting the dominance of male-aligned blorbos in fandom spaces. Apparently, it’s more common to see people openly obsess over such characters. I figured I’d do my part to further the female-aligned blorbo agenda by sharing with you the twelve “princesses” from my urban fantasy fairytale retelling.

Without further ado, here are the metaphors I thought up to describe the twelve “princesses” of the story.

Elowyn is that first crisp, dark breath of autumn breaking through the bright summer haze

Juniper is a crowded bar colored by cigarette smoke, strong liquor, and the glow of crooked neon signs

Holly is the warmth of fresh baked bread lovingly shaped by steady hands

Linden is the ruthless precision of a disciplined artist after decades spent honing their craft

Laurel is a steaming mug of curative tea sipped on a stormy night spent curled up in bed

Rowan is a bold, burning flame of determination in the quiet gloom of despair

Acacia is a sturdy, stolid mountain among flimsy, frantic reeds

Cassia is glossier than the pages of a fashion magazine— the wide, white-toothed grin and flutter of thick, black eyelashes she offers the crush of paparazzi just as artificial

Myrtle is every bit the coiled serpent— poised, beautiful, and unmistakably deadly

Olivia is owlish in her large, round reading glasses, her thin frame perched upon the window seat, an open book clutched in her hands

Willow is that first vivid swirl of paint on a stark, blank canvas

Hazel is a cheery shaft of golden sunshine shattering the dull morning’s fog

At first, I had the idea to compare each of the sisters to their sacred animal. In Faerie, each being has one, the identity of which depends on birth details and some religion-based world-building derails. After writing a few of the above metaphors, however, I changed my mind. The sisters’ sacred animals will remain a mystery for now. One or two did slip through, though…

Belatedly, I realize you tricked me into writing, Sleepy. Was that your scheme all along? Because it so worked.

[rheaofficial]

How did RO's react when they first discover their feelings for mc?

I think T's feeling will be illustrated somewhere in the IF (as a flashback). They have, surprisingly, the most "healthy" reaction out of all four ROs. Basically, they just accept it- it feels as if they are fated to love the MC (heh).

S will panic. Because their former lover died, and they are afraid that it will happen again. As a result, they will deny the feelings and generally acting very broody & angry.

Z will also panic- because they know love will make people do strange things, such as putting someone else above yourself. It goes against their number one rule in life: always putting their own welfare first.

C will try to rid themselves of that feeling. It serves no purpose; worse yet, it interferes with their studies. So that love has to go. But will reason win against love? Let's find out, shall we? ;)

[cassiaorsellio]

what was your 6:30 am realisation?

That the romanced!Cassia ending I got on my original run of the game on release may not be the true romance ending, despite the fact at first glance, it reads like one.

I know for a fact the correct path is noted as her 'freedom' path, and that she needs to be sufficiently romanced in a courtly way. And it's easy to think "well, freedom in this context means freedom from duty, right?", particularly on the first run on release when no one has written any guides yet.

And here's the thing about Cassia. Despite the fact she's likely to be one of the most romanced companions (not here at least, but wider playerbase, I could 100% see it), isn't it a little weird that there's no guide out for her true romance a year after the game's release? And then the other night I learned about the existence of a romance epilogue for her that not many people seem to know about or have gotten based off what I've seen on Reddit etc. This epilogue is what got me thinking. The language between this and what I call the Elope ending is quite different when you compare the two:

Despite scandalous rumours about a love affair with the Rogue Trader, Lady Navigator Cassia continued to accompany her lover among the stars of the Expanse for a time. Their love was delicate and selfless. The Lord Captain and the Lady Navigator wordlessly understood and accepted each other's feelings. Even after Cassia ascended the throne as Novator, she spurned all claims on her hand and heart, remaining loyal to her first and only love. As the years passed, mutations transformed her body, but the bond between the Lord Captain and the Lady Navigator endured and they continued to find solace and consolation in each other. — AMOUR COURTOIS/NOVATOR

Cassia Orsellio renounced her destiny of becoming the Novator and chose to spend her days with her beloved. She lived a short life, trying to fill every moment spent together with colour and passion. Alas, Cassia's genetic mutations did not allow her to bear an heir, and soon they began grotesquely deforming her body. One night, she gave her lover a kiss and disappeared forever, leaving behind a short note: "My love, from our first meeting to our final days together, you were the only morning light that shone in my heart, never fading. You have a life ahead of you — live it happily, for both of us. As for me… I love you endlessly. Yours, Cass." — AMOUR COURTOIS/ELOPE

What gets me is the mutations part — Cassia has a crisis event early in act 4 during her romance. In that event, she tells the Rogue Trader that she has had another mutation. She calls herself a wretched mutant, a monster, but von Valancius can tell her that he finds her beautiful all the same and can list what he loves about her. At the end, she says "you have captured my heart. Made me fall in love with you. And shown me how to love myself." So why, in the elope ending, does she walk back on that and disappearing forever as her mutations became too much for her when her growing comfortable with her mutations is a keystone of her romance? Yet as the Novator, she doesn't and their courtly relationship continues. In the elope ending, they use 'grotesquely deforming' compared to the far more neutral 'transformed' in the Novator. Weird choice of language, I think.

And that made me think "what if Cassia's freedom path isn't freedom from duty, but freedom from reliance and fear?" It checks out with what I consider to be her other key path: Subservient. The subservient path has her continue to rely on figures like Aaronto and the Rogue Trader and she never really gains any form of confidence - her basic Subservient ending has her "return to the bosom of her House." But on the freedom path, where you encourage her to think for herself in various study events, and if she's in Commorragh with you, Cassia actually says that she is "the blood of House Orsellio, its heiress" and she's determined to make sure everyone gets out. The line is delivered with such surety. Compare that to when you speak to her in act 1 and she'll deflect and say nothing is decided yet regarding her inheritance. She goes from she's thinking she may not to being worthy to showing she's worthy and commanding respect from her House. She's no longer frightened of the machinations of her House. She has the Rogue Trader's support but she isn't reliant on them.

Another thing about her is that she doesn't wish to shirk her duty, particularly as she takes great pride in her position as a Navigator and cares a great deal about the noble spheres. The elope ending is wonderfully romantic and the line "be with me for as long as the stars allow" has me in an absolute chokehold. She acknowledges leaving House Orsellio in that same crisis event (re the mutations) is the only way to truly be with von Valancius, but I also remember her being nervous about doing it and needing to be convinced that the end of The Price of Power is the right time to leave House Orsellio behind to be with the RT.

Sure, they aren't together-together in the Novator ending, but to me there's something exquisitely romantic about these two influential heads of houses spurning all offers of suit because of their love for one another, and their love enduring despite everything that's thrown at them and their duties to their houses. It reminds me a lot of Cassandra's romance with the Inquisitor if she ends up being Divine (which I really enjoy), as well as Leto Atreides Snr in Dune keeping his marriage hand available for political reasons but being very much in love with Lady Jessica. What can I say, I'm biased.

For what it's worth, I think they're both equally valid paths and it's hard to know which one is actually the true romance path, but I personally prefer the Novator ending as it feels far more consistent with Cassia's personality and romance arc and themes compared to the elope ending rather than her walking back on some of her personal growth.

[dragonologist-phd]

Cassia Whitlocke (The Exile)

You heart hurts. But you’re fine. Your jaw aches from the held in tears, but you’re okay. You’re broken, but so is just about everyone else. You need to be strong. You need to keep it together. You can handle this! You’ve always been able to handle everything else, so why should this be any different?

- @exilethegame

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full Cassia playlist here

[sirbeaumains]

Drabbles

Some drabbles I wrote a few months back set in my Colors series, featuring a variety of major and minor characters and also some technical spoilers. -shrug- These are true drabbles, aka 100 words exactly ignoring the prompt. And all the prompts were given by @stardustscribes who patiently came up with 15 words for me over the course of like two hours lol

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Horse

As Bran trudged through the field, disgruntled, Gillian ambled slowly behind her. Whatever his opinion of living in the capital, seeing the mountain bloom in spring was a beautiful thing and he was glad to see it.

Bran had taken to mumbling under her breath.

“Are you complaining about walking again? How many times have we talked about this?” Gillian asked in amusement as Bran kicked a wildflower. She’d gotten better at travelling discretely and not acting like a duchess, but there were some things she’d never fail to complain about.

“Is it so much to ask for a horse?”

Dusk

It’s dusk as he slips out of the palace and into the city that sprawls before it. Yet another day of forced interaction with nobles who abhor his presence. Yet another day of people giving his father pitying looks, murmuring about how poor King Dov is left with his own future murderer as a child. How sad the other two were killed. They were good girls, unscarred, no miserable prophecy on their head. How sad.

Medrath pulls his cloak’s hood up as he enters a market square, merchants packing up for the day. How sad, he thinks bitterly. How sad.

Starlight

Dairna pulled at Medrath’s hand as she led him through her house. It was the home of the Baron of Hoaryrath, but it was small and barely a house in Medrath’s opinion. He was used to the large castle in the capital, and this tiny lodge high in the mountains was as different as you could get.

He let Dairna yank him around, unsure why the younger girl was so excited. He expected she didn’t meet many people.

A blast of frigid air hit him and he shivered, but his eyes went wide. The snow under the starlight looked incredible.

Reflection

Gillian can see himself reflected in Fay and Maylor de Catroph. He has Maylor’s height, and Gillian wonders if his beard will grow in that thick when it finally appears. His resemblance to Fay is more obvious—they both have fair hair, fair skin, and fair eyes. He finds himself glad that she has silver hair and blue-green eyes compared to his gold hair and blue eyes. If he had been a male copy of his—of Fay, he wouldn’t know what to do.

He laughs to himself. Even in his mind he can only call them by their names.

Dozen roses

Cassia spends the days mending clothing instead of making gowns with her sisters. Her mother is angry at her for staying out so late the night before, and darning socks is her punishment.

She knows she shouldn’t be upset—she broke the rules, so punishment is natural—but she can’t help but pout. Eir had snuck her into her castle and let her look through the medical books in its library. Cassia had never been happier. And then Eir had given her a bouquet of roses. Books, flowers, Eir—her favorite things. How could she have remembered to go home?

Protect

The maze is silent around them, and the silence is only magnified in Gillian’s mind each time they come across another corpse.

There’s chaos all around them as Gillian darts forward, but the king is already dead, dead at Diomedes’s hand and Bran’s sword.

There were riots throughout Perfysiko he was told, but he was forced to stay the night on the boat. They didn’t want any of the Stelemuntene delegation hurt. For their protection.

Protection, Gillian thinks, staring out the small porthole at the sea. Something I have failed to do this entire journey. What a healer I am.

Statue

Shasta stared at the lady statue unblinkingly. She wondered who it was. There was writing at the bottom, but she couldn’t read, and neither could any of the animals.

It was a good statue, she guessed. Even covered in moss it looked like a human. A very green human.

Shasta peered around it. The grove behind the statue was the greenest thing she’d ever seen. She looked over her shoulder at the brown and white of the mountain in winter. She looked back at the much-too-green grove.

The animals said it was weird, she mused. A god’s grove. Still odd.

Cook

“What is this supposed to be?” Gillian asked flatly, staring down at the bowl in front of him.

Bran scowled at him. “Haven’t you ever seen porridge before?” She held her head high and tossed her braid from one shoulder to the other in a show of pride, but the blush on her cheek betrayed her embarrassment.

Gillian raised an eyebrow and made a show of lifting the entire bowl up by the spoon.

“Oh, shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything. But if I did, it would be that you should never, ever cook anything ever again.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Seaside

Chrysanthe loved the sea. It would be hard for her to hate it—she lived on an island—but she found it fascinating. It was a force of destruction—destroying ships with storms, flooding her village every spring, silently killing anyone who dared to think they could tame it.

And yet there were moments like this. She had convinced Diomedes and Tabitha to take a break from worrying about the future to go seashell collecting at the beach. The sea gently pooled around her ankle before retreating, a playful game of tag.

Chrysanthe could hear her siblings laughing. She smiled.

Seraphim

Gillian goes through the motions of gardening, instead focusing on his recent conversation with Fay. He didn’t enjoy initiating one-on-one conversations with her, but he needed a ten-year long mystery solved.

Unfortunately, she had no idea where he had received a brand of the sun goddess Orleana’s mark. He hadn’t had it as a child, and the Tesvik general that had kept them hostage hadn’t dared touched them—they were noble prisoners, deserving respect.

The mark brushed uncomfortably against fabric. He usually forgot about the raised skin, but he was intensely aware of it now.

How did it get there?

Woods

The woods grew deep on the mountain. The trees rose tall, tall enough to nearly blot out the midday sun. Gillian wanted to make a comment to tease Bran about how they could never maneuver a horse through this dense forest, but something stops him. He didn’t want to be the first to break the unsettling silence that surrounded them.

He knew it wasn’t truly silent—they had passed many animals already—but the woods had a strange way of muffling all noise. Gillian found himself uneasy, but Shasta and Dairna both considered it normal.

Even their footsteps were silent.

Companion

Medrath was talking but Gillian wasn’t listening. It was unusual for him to ignore the other man, but Gillian couldn’t stop looking at a moving lump on Medrath’s arm.

“—and, Gillian will you listen?”

Gillian started and looked up. Medrath was glaring and Bran was snickering. He smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, it’s just that you have a moving lump on your, well, shoulder now.”

Medrath paled slightly. “Ah, that’s—”

Whatever he was going to say was drowned out by Bran’s laughter. A small mouse peeked over Medrath’s collar, whiskers twitching adorably.

He was never going to live this down.

Soft

“Gillian,” Dairna says as she sits next to Gillian.

He smiles in greeting. “How did you get in here? I thought only students were allowed in the Academy’s library?”

Her smile turns playful. “How can they tell who is a student?”

Gillian laughs. “Fair enough. Why are you here then? I didn’t know you liked reading old tomes.”

“Not particularly,” Dairna admits. A hand plays with a heavy looking necklace, the softness of her hands contrasted to the angles of the metal. Gillian tears his eyes away to look her in the face. “I just knew you would be here.”

Breeze

A gust of wind signals Dimi’s arrival. The steward of the Royal Communications building gives him an exasperated look. “Dimi Knifesmith. I believe we’ve talked about your tardiness.”

Dimi gives his award-winning smile. “A charming habit, I believe you said.”

He sees the steward beat back a laugh. Dimi counts that as the win for the day—late to the job and made his superior laugh it off. “If you weren’t one of our fastest runners—and such a smooth talker—you would’ve lost this job months ago.”

“But I am, and I’m still here!” Dimi cheerfully waved himself in.

Storm

It’s said that the unpredictability of the ocean is caused by Safloes declaring war against the humans who dared think they could cross his sphere of influence unchallenged. The other gods of the elements were incensed at this and fought Safloes back with their own power, turning the world into their battleground and causing typhoons and volcanic eruptions in their wake.

As Gillian desperately hung onto a post fixed to the wall, he could see how an ocean storm was a battle between Safloes and Herion. He had never felt anything fiercer. He hoped their ship could weather the damage.

[spookyrps]

hey wassup i’ve made  311  gifs of   JASMIN SAVOY BROWN  as taissa turner in yellowjackets (season 1, episodes 1-5). feel free to edit, crop, whatever, just please credit me ( tag me + link to post ) if u do ! likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

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[happyhauntt]

fic edits ━━ Inkpot Gods  ━  Game of Thrones: Jaime & Cassia.

“Whenever you fear you may bend, I want you to remember her. That child you broke. That girl who loved you without question, endlessly, in spite of all your sins. I want you to remember her, and get up off your knees.” 

insp.

[moondust-bard]

It’s Cassia’s birthday!

[clinquaant]

12 DAYS OF GIFMAS / Day One: An Upcoming Republished Story Idea: Swan Song, a Finnick Odair Fanfiction

ONCE UPON A TIME, Mira Bielatir was merely a little girl from District 4 who had her entire life ahead of her.

That was, until her name was the one of eligible hundreds read the morning of the dreaded Reaping. Then, her life changed for the worst.

Reigning victorious of the Games out of pure luck (and perhaps something—or someone—else…?), Mira is quickly thrust into the role of a Victor. Money and jewels at the snap of a finger, acquiring so many riches that her predecessors would be set for life. Her young age came as a blessing and a curse; President Snow had some decency to spare what was left of her innocence despite she undoubtably being a Capitol favorite, yet that only allowed Snow’s iron-clad fist to plan out the rest of her life. Almost as if he were the power-greedy puppeteer behind a cloth curtain, moving each of Mira’s limb at his own totalitarian will.

Mira was forced to grow up with haste; however, her maturity bore no influence over her impressionability. Part of her remains naïve, believing the lies spewing out of others’ mouths that are so convincing they sound true. Part of her is quick to act without thinking, ending up with unforeseen consequences.

Behind the pretty face, dazzling smile, and Capitol-issued clothing and appearances, Mira Bielatir’s trauma-ridden mind is too far past gone. Her nightmares will stick with her for a lifetime, plaguing her waking thoughts and preventing her from ever finding a sense of peace.

Contrary to popular belief, time does not heal all wounds.

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