#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)

[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]

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.

[dumfanting]

Same Heart ch 29, The Veteran

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Rating: M, mature

Warnings: wound care, description of injury, implied sex (but there actually isn’t), painkillers

7410 Words

It’s been more than a month since the last update! Life got busy, between finding a job (first day today!) and helping my mom recover from surgery, I didn’t realize how long the gap had become.

Cassia Nu belongs to @kaminocasey, and is the main character in their Bonsoir series; I was given the okay to include this cameo.

F! Reader/ Echo

F! Reader/ Crosshair

You get into the library, then visit Kix, and Rex finds out about the ‘agreement’.

After Hunter returns to his room, you, Echo, and Crosshair leave the hotel and are about to split up for the day. After the debacle with the Duros man yesterday, you make it a point to be sure whoever’s cab the guys get into isn’t being driven by another jackass. You slip Echo enough credits for the ride there and back, kiss his cheek, then Crosshairs, and wave them off as the cab pulls out into traffic.

An empty taxi takes its place, and you hop inside. You quickly consult your data pad, and give the driver, an unusually quiet Gungan woman, the address General Skywalker sent you. As the speeder drives off, your comm device chirps at you with a call from him.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you yesterday, it completely slipped my mind,” he says, sounding embarrassed, “you’ll be meeting up with Jocasta Nu at the Library. On the off chance you can’t find her, just ask somebody, everyone there knows who she is.”

“Jocasta Nu, got it,” you repeat, ensuring that you’ll remember the name.

“If she can’t help you figure this out, I don’t think anybody can,” he says, but he doesn’t sound very serious.

“I can’t thank you enough General,” you say, and he interrupts you.

“Just ‘Anakin’ is fine,” he says, catching you by surprise.

“Oh! Okay, um, Anakin. I really can’t put into words how much you doing this means to me,” you say, feeling odd about using a superiors first name.

“Hey, I’m just as invested as you are, remember?” he says, laughing a little.

“Right! I’ll let you know whatever we find out. Thank you again sir,” you say brightly.

Before he can say anything else, you hear what sounds like Rex getting his attention in the background.

“Yeah, we’ll meet up later,” he says, ending the call.

You return your comm to your bag and it occurs to you that you still don't know who exactly you’ll be meeting. All you’ve got to go on now is a name and that she’s a woman. You can’t find it in yourself to be annoyed by this though; not only is the General (or Anakin , apparently) doing you a massive favor, you know he’s got an entire galaxy’s worth of bigger things to contend with.

You spend the rest of the ride to the Library thinking about everything you’ve experienced up to this point. It all weighs heavily on your mind, and you’re so deep in thought that you don’t realize right away when the speeder has parked. You shake yourself, pay the driver and thank her, then step outside.

The sheer size of the place is intimidating, and when you notice a few Jedi in their brown robes looking curiously at you, you feel grossly out of place. Despite that, you make your way up the stone stairs, determined to get to the bottom of whatever’s been happening to you. Once inside, you find yourself in a wide hall, and your footsteps echo loudly in the impressive space.

You have no idea where to go. You’re sure that Master Nu would be in the actual library area, but it feels very wrong for you to just go waltzing inside. You glance around, wishing you’d gotten more about her from Anakin, and so don’t immediately notice the young human woman you crash into.

You both hit the floor and you quickly scramble to your feet. You bend and offer your hand before you pull her to her feet, apologizing profusely. She dusts herself off and meets your eyes, and you’re momentarily startled by her fair skin and bright red hair; she’s very pretty. You ask if she’s alright.

“Oh, I’m okay, you just startled me,” she says, waving it off. “What about you?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you say, but she frowns slightly at you.

“Now, I’ll admit that I don’t know every single person who comes through here, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” she says, sounding more curious than suspicious.

“Well, this is my first time here. Do you know who Jocasta Nu is? I’m supposed to meet her inside,” you say, and the woman smiles brightly at you.

“Oh! She’s my great aunt, I was just on my way out from visiting her,” she says. She tells you to follow her, and you match her stride as she leads you through the entrance hall. You chat a little, and find out that her name is Cassia, and that she owns a small bookstore.

“Like, actual ink and flimsi books?” you say, surprised. She nods at you.

“There’s something special about having a physical copy in your hands, y’know?” she says, and you agree. You both continue walking and she asks about you. You give her your name and tell her that you’re a contracted field medic in the GAR. She seems impressed, but doesn’t ask about it.

By this point, you’ve reached the doors, and once you step through, you’re taken aback by the grandeur of the Library.

This room is just as impressive (and intimidating) as the building itself. The ceiling is high and the polished floor is so reflective that it makes the place appear even larger than it already is. Looking around, you see rows and rows of what appear to be data banks sprawling across the floor, and they’re several feet high. The way they’re laid out creates twisting paths of varying width, occasionally spacing out far enough to create a sort of ‘clearing’ which houses computer terminals, desks, and chairs. It all reminds you of a well traveled forest, though with much better lighting, and hopefully less wild animals. You can hear the soft tapping of footsteps, the hum of the terminals, and the occasional chirp of a droid.

As you’re marveling at the place, you hear someone say Cassia’s name, which redirects you to the task at hand.

“I thought you were leaving?” they say.

“Oh, I still am, I just literally bumped into someone who’s looking for you,” Cassia says, gesturing towards you.

You look toward the voice and see a short, wizened old human woman with brown robes and white hair approaching the two of you. She looks you up and down and claps her hands together.

“Ah, of course!” she says. She asks your name and you give it to her, then she nods at you and says “Anakin told me to expect you today.”

Cassia smiles at her great aunt, then looks over at you.

“It was nice to meet you,” she says. “The next time you’re planetside, you think you’ll be able to come by The Spine?” she says.

“Sure, I’d love to see the place,” you say, also smiling at her.

Cassia quickly digs a bit of flimsi and a stylus out of her bag and writes down the address for you. You take it and tuck it into your own bag.

“I’ll be heading back out then,” she says, politely excusing herself. “Be safe out there, okay?” she says, speaking to you directly. You nod and tell her to do the same, then she leaves through the door you both came in and Master Nu waves goodbye to her great niece.

“She’s a sweet girl, my Cassia,” she says fondly, before returning her attention to you. When she continues speaking, her tone is business-like. “Now, Anakin and I agreed that it would be better if I heard about everything from you directly, so I don't know much. Once you fill me in, I’ll know where to start,” she says, walking down an aisle.

You follow her through the data banks and into a secluded ‘clearing’ in a smaller section with nobody else around to overhear, which you appreciate. You both take a seat in a pair of nearby chairs.

“Whenever you’re ready dear,” she says. You nod at her, then take a deep breath and tell your stories yet again. She’s listening intently and looks startled when you describe the shared dream. That expression changes into near-shock after you finish talking about how you felt Fives with you back in the ship’s bunks.

“Good Maker,” she says quietly. “Is there anything else?”

You think about the vague feeling of dread that’s been following you around since Anakin confirmed that you are force sensitive, but halfheartedly brush that off as general anxiety about the war.

“No ma’am, I think I understand everything else just fine,” you say, shifting in your seat.

“The Force works in mysterious ways,” Master Nu says. “Which I know isn’t a very helpful answer. Out of everything, what stands out to you the most?” she asks.

“I mean, Anakin was able to explain a fair bit of the visions to me,” you say. “So the biggest thing is the shared dream, and what happened in the bunks,” you say, then pause for a moment. “It all seems to come back to Fives, doesn’t it?” you say softly.

“It certainly looks that way,” she says. “You’ve been through quite a lot. I’m sorry to say that I don’t have any direct answers for you, but I do know where to look for them. Follow me,” she says. She gets to her feet and beckons you to join her.

You obediently walk alongside Master Nu as she leads you to a large terminal station in the center of the cavernous space. She activates one and types in your name, followed by a few other things, as you watch. She must have Sensed your confusion.

“Oh, I’m not looking up anything about you, don’t worry about that; we leave the GAR affairs entirely separate from the data here,” she explains, chuckling softly. “I’ve simply taken the liberty of adding you into our registry. I get the feeling you’ll need more time than just today to find what you're looking for, so now you're free to come and go without a chaperone,” she says.

“Oh, thank you!” you say, surprised by her thoughtfulness. Master Nu smiles softly at you.

“Anytime dear. Now,” she says, clapping her hands together again, “I’m sure you want to get right to it, yes?”

“I do, yes. I’ll be shipping out in a few days, so the sooner the better,” you say, inclining your head in her direction.

She starts walking again, quickly this time, and you follow her once more through another twisting pathway between the data banks.

“Is there a way to access any of this from outside?” you ask, recalling that Anakin asked why you didn’t just have Tech look into any of this for you.

“No, there isn’t, it’s all encrypted. Security reasons, I’m sure you understand,” she says, then you nod at her while she turns a corner and stops so abruptly that you nearly run into her too.

Master Nu scans over a nearby display screen, then you watch as she fishes a small key out of her robes. She uses it to unlock a section of the data bank just out of her reach, then uses the Force to summon a handful of data chips, catching them between her fingers. You watch, spellbound, and wonder if you’ll ever be able to move objects like that. The librarian takes a moment to carefully examine each one, then uses the Force again to put two of them away. She locks the bank, then goes back into her robes. This time she pulls out a small box with slots for each chip, and she carefully sets each one place before closing it and handing it to you.

“There we are, that should be enough to get you started,” Master Nu says. “If you need help finding another section, I’m usually near the entrance or the terminals at the center, so come find me and I’ll take you wherever you need to go,” she says.

You briefly bow your head at her, saying how thankful you are for her help, and she gives you a soft smile before leaving you to your own devices.

You examine the box in your hand. It’s small, like something a ring would be held in, and after you crack it open you count eight different data chips.

A sudden chill runs through you as you realize that you may be holding the answers to everything in the palm of your hand.

You carefully close the box and retrace your steps, stopping in another clearing full of chairs, then plop yourself down into the first one you see. After retrieving your datapad from your bag, you unlock it and open the box of chips. You aren’t sure if there’s a specific order they need to be read in, so to be safe, you delicately pick out the one in the first slot and click it into the side of your device.

It takes a few seconds to load, and in that time you briefly wonder if Echo and Crosshair have reached Shalka’s yet. You realize that unless Echo warned him, Crosshair would have no idea what he’d be dealing with. You can’t help but smirk and wish you were there to see his face the first time she casually swears at him.

After the text finally loads, you shift your focus and the world around you takes a backseat as you read.

Around the same time, miles away, the two clones are stepping through the door into Shalka Myrr’s workshop. The speeder they had taken there was open-air, so they didn’t bother trying to talk on the way, and they’re still quiet. Echo goes first and Crosshair follows, then does a double-take at the barely organized clutter of the small space.

“Good Maker, I thought Tech was bad,” he mumbles.

“Yeah, Meds said something like that too,” Echo says. “Apparently I haven’t been around long enough to see it yet,” he continues with a shrug.

“You’re calling her that?” Crosshair says, surprised.

“Should I not? The rest of you do,” Echo says, frowning slightly.

“Well yeah, but-,” Crosshair says, sounding skeptical, but Echo interrupts him.

“Look, I know you gave her the name, and I don't care. If we’re going to make this thing with her work, we can’t keep doing that ‘me versus you’ shit,” he says firmly.

“Fair enough,” Crosshair concedes, looking around the room again. Echo also glances around, trying to figure out which ‘fuckin’ shelf collapsed’ after he left with you yesterday.

On the heels of that thought, just as he wonders where Shalka is, there’s a sudden crash and a loud curse from the back of the room. Crosshair meets Echos eyes and raises a brow at him.

“That seems to happen here a lot,” Echo says, unaffected, before carefully making his way through the space, around the packed shelving units, and toward the workbench. Crosshair follows, and is startled when a large chunk of something metal hits the floor and skids across it with a screech, having been thrown from a smaller room beside the workbench.

Shalka steps out after it, muttering in the same unfamiliar language to herself. She bends down and retrieves the object, then throws it into an unmarked barrel, scowling as if it had personally offended her. When she turns toward the room, she obviously isn’t expecting the two of them to be there, if her sudden shout is any indication.

“Dank ferrik, I have got to get that fuckin’ door chime fixed,” she says, regaining her composure quickly and pinching at the bridge of her nose. She’s dressed like she was yesterday, only her cargo pants are a medium tan color and her tank top is blue with quite a few scorch marks on it. She hasn’t bothered with the goggles or gloves yet, but she does have one of the styluses you gave her yesterday tucked behind an ear.

“Well Hero, now that my hearts aren’t gonna stop, hurry up and sit, we got a lot to do and not much time to do it,” she says. Echo obeys and Shalka gathers some materials and the large flimsi sheet of sketches and notes from yesterday, then drops them onto the workbench. She moves to walk into the larger area of the room, and bumps into Crosshair.

“Who the hell is this?” Shalka barks, crossing her arms and regarding him suspiciously. Crosshair is taken aback by her attitude and doesn’t know how to react, so he just stands there.

Echo, trying not to laugh, quickly fills her in. Shalka looks the sniper up and down again.

“Never heard of ya,” she says dismissively. When Crosshair still hasn’t moved, she rolls her eyes at him.

“You gonna get out of my way?” she says, moving her hands to her hips, and he finally stands aside. “Thank you,” she mumbles, exasperated, as she pushes past him to grab a few more things.

He looks over at Echo, who’s snickering. “Probably should’ve warned you,” Echo says while Crosshair shakes his head in disbelief.

“What, that I’m rude?” Shalka says from directly behind him, startling the sniper for a third time. She frowns at him for a few seconds before returning to her stool at her workbench and dropping a few more small containers onto it.

“Bit jumpy, ain’t he?” she says, settling down. She throws a sharp look at him. “You ever say anything?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Crosshair growls, having returned to his senses.

“By the Maker, he can talk!” Shalka says in exaggerated surprise, holding her hands on either side of her face, then she shakes her head at him and returns her attention to Echo, who’s having a hard time keeping a straight face.

Smirking, she taps the worktop, and Echo stretches his replaced arm across it. After taking off the armor he had on that arm, she picks up a small screwdriver and taps it a few times against the link, a couple of joints, and near the point where the metal of the cybernetic meets his skin.

“Can you feel that?” she asks, and Echo shakes his head. “Good, otherwise this is gonna suck,” she continues. She leans down to one side, and returns with the high magnification goggles in her cybernetic hand. She quickly pulls them on, and, surprisingly gently, takes hold of Echos scomp and begins to undo a few screws.

“So where’s Sunshine at? Surprised she ain’t here with ya,” Shalka says.

Echo internally panics for a second, unsure of if you’d said anything about your plans to Crosshair or not, and if you had, he doesn’t know what you’ve told him. Crosshair doesn’t seem to notice this and speaks up.

“She got shot-,” he starts, but is cut off by a startled exclamation from the Zabrak woman.

“What the fuck you doin’ here then?” she asks, dropping the screwdriver and staring at Echo in confusion.

“Excuse you,” Crosshair hisses, regaining her attention. “As I was saying, she got shot during our last mission and she’s getting it checked out today. If you had let me fucking speak, you wouldn’t have needed to freak out like that.”

Once again, Shalka crosses her arms and looks him up and down, then she smirks.

“Well, with the way you worded that, how else was I supposed to react?” she says, and the two stare skeptically at each other until she speaks again. “You’re an ass, you know. I like you. Now sit down, shut up, and lemme work,” she says, gesturing to the empty stool on Echos' right side.

Echo glances between her and the confused expression on Crosshairs face and can’t help but laugh again, sorry that you’re missing this.

Over in the Library a few hours later, you’re about halfway through reading the fourth data chip. Taking in the history of Force abilities and related events throughout the galaxy is fascinating, but you’re getting annoyed, as you’ve yet to find anything pertinent. You take a breath and remind yourself that you’ve only just begun your research, so it’s highly unlikely that you’ll discover anything this soon. The chrono on your wrist chimes the hour, and when you glance at it you’re mildly startled by how long you’ve been here.

You decide to pack it in for today, since you still wanted to go see Kix. You carefully eject the chip from your datapad and replace it in the small box before getting to your feet and stretching. You return your device into your bag, and you’re about to stow the box away too before you realize that you probably can’t take it out of the building. You don’t remember where the chips came from, but even if you did, it was unlikely you’d be able to find them again tomorrow. You decide to see Master Nu and ask if there’s a way to have them set aside for you.

After taking a few wrong turns, you eventually make your way back to the center of the room. Master Nu isn’t at the terminals, so you continue toward the doors you came in through, spotting her nearby behind a kind of counter. She glances up at you as you approach.

“Oh, you’re through already?” she says, surprised.

“For today,” you say. “I have a few other errands I need to take care of.”

“Understandable,” she says, nodding. “Did you find anything?” she asks.

“As interesting as it all is, no, not yet. But I didn’t really expect to right away,” you say.

“I imagine you’ll be back tomorrow then,” she says, and you nod.

“That’s actually why I’m here. I got about halfway through the box, but I don’t think I can take it with me-,” you start, before Master Nu gently interrupts.

“Oh my no, they cannot leave this room,” she says, holding her hand out. You give her the box and she continues; “Did you say you’ve already read half of these?” she asks, sounding impressed.

“Yes, I read pretty quickly,” you say.

“You and Cassia would get along well, I think,” she says thoughtfully. “Anyway, since you’re coming back tomorrow, I’ll keep this,” she says, gesturing with the box, “in here,” she continues, opening a kind of safe or cabinet, “so you don’t have to find it again.”

“Oh, good, I was just about to ask, thank you,” you say.

You watch her place the box snugly into a perfectly sized niche in the safe, then close it before running a fingertip along a small sensor at the top.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Master Nu says, and you thank her again before making an exit.

You walk through the entrance hall, thinking about what you’d learned today. What little you found that was relevant to the events with Fives was not quite what you were looking for. It had basically repeated what Anakin told you in the beginning; a shared dream is incredibly rare between those who are Sensitive and those who are not. You sigh, then hail another cab.

One pulls up and you step inside, telling the driver, an old Pantoran man, that you need to get to the GAR headquarters. He moves back into the flow of traffic and regards you through the rear view mirror.

“Pardon me nosin’ around, but what business you got there?” he asks. Similar to Cassia earlier, he sounds more curious than anything else, so you humor him.

“I got shot during my last mission and I’m going to get it looked over before we ship out again,” you say.

“They got you goin’ on missions?” he asks as he glances into his mirror at you again, surprised.

“They do,” you say, staying friendly but not volunteering too much information.

“Why the hell you get involved with the war?” he says, sounding confused. “Ah damn,” he says, catching himself. “That was rude, sorry abou’ that.”

“I'm a civilian contractor, I work for the GAR as a field and combat medic,” you say. The man is quiet for a moment before speaking again.

“I dunno if that’s admirable or crazy,” he says.

“Bit of both?” you respond, keeping the tone light.

“Yeah, I ‘spose that’s fair. There anyone else like you?” he asks.

You take your turn to be quiet and think.

Aside from Bortuse and maybe one or two others back in your old stomping grounds, everyone you’ve worked with has been either a Jedi or a clone. You also can’t recall seeing many other ‘nat-borns’ during your missions with the Batch.

“I haven’t given it much thought before,” you admit. “But no, not really. I’ve been working for the Republic from the beginning, but I’ve only met three or four others from the private sector,” you say.

“Shame, that,” the driver says, making a left turn.

“How so?” you asked, taken aback by the comment.

“Well, the Clones don’t got much choice in the matter, and the Jedi ain’t much better off,” he says.

You frown, but hold your tongue. You know damn well that the Clones have no choice whatsoever, but this isn’t the place to go off about it.

“You’re different,” the man continues. “Takes a special kinda person to volunteer for that brand of hell,” he says.

“Oh no, I’m not-,” you say, but he cuts you off.

“Yes ma’am, y’are. Folks like you are the only ones who can really appreciate the men getting kilt out there, if you’re askin’ me,” he says. You sit in surprised silence for a moment, slipping back into thought before eventually speaking again.

“It’s just so cruel,” you say quietly. “To be forced into existence for the sole purpose to be used as nothing more than a tool and thrown away.”

“Aye, it is,” the man says.

There’s a minute of somber silence before he speaks up again.

“You get hurt bad?” he asks.

“Thankfully it just grazed me, but I don’t know if it’s worse than it looks,” you say.

“Smart thinkin’ then, getting it looked at,” he says. He hesitates for a second, and you can tell he wants to ask something else.

“We were overrun by droids,” you say quietly, correctly guessing what his unspoken question was. “One of the men was already injured and I took a shot aimed at him while I pushed him out of the way,” you continue, keeping the story as bare bones as possible.

The man softly says something in a language you don’t understand, and you’re startled when a strong gust of respect rolls over you from him. He doesn’t say anything else to you until he stops along the sidewalk. You count out the credits you owe, then hand it to him. He takes it and says “Thank you, miss,” with an odd earnestness.

This feels like too great of a response for such a simple transaction, so you hesitate before leaving the cab.

“Now, I gotta be clear on something,” he says. “I wasn’t thankin’ you for the money.” He turns around and you get a look at his face for the first time, managing to hold back a sound of surprise. He has a cybernetic eye, and a good third of his face, neck, and head are heavily scarred by burns.

“Back when I was fightin’, nobody cared abou’ us. It didn’t matter if we was out there or back home, dead or alive. So it gives me hope, meetin’ someone like you. Not many people left can really appreciate what you’re doing, but I can. So, thank you,” he says.

He holds out an equally scarred hand. Unable to speak, you take it and give him a firm shake as you lock eyes for a moment.

“Be safe out there, miss,” he says, giving you a crisp salute before turning back around.

“Y-yeah. You do the same, sir,” you say quietly before stepping out of the speeder.

Once you’re on the sidewalk and have walked a few steps away, the cab merges back into traffic. You watch it drive away until you can’t see it anymore, and regret not asking the man his name.

As you make your way through the familiar halls of the GAR headquarters, the conversation you just had with the old veteran replays in your mind, and you remember when you and Hunter had a similar conversation, just before the Trench mission. It seems like you really should give yourself a little more credit than you do, if these talks are anything to go by. You glance over the faces of everyone you pass on the way to the med bay, and aside from the clones and occasional Jedi, you don’t see anybody else. Now that the lack of contractors like you has been pointed out, it bothers you greatly.

You’re about to step through another set of doors when someone calls your name, getting your attention. You look around and spot a clone in full kit headed in your direction, then recognize Jesse by the distinct design on his helmet, which he slips off as he gets closer.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. “I thought you stayed with Echo?”

“Oh, I did, the squad is just taking some leave for the next few days,” you say.

“Still doesn’t tell me what you’re doing here,” he says, smirking.

“I got shot before we left Anaxes, I wanted Kix to take another look at it,” you say, starting to walk again.

Jesse, startled, asks how that happened, and you spend the remainder of your walk through the halls filling him in about the mission and what happened to you. When you're done talking, he tells you what that same day looked like on his side.

“It’s a damn good thing that Echo was there,” he says. “I don’t think we would have made it out otherwise.” You nod.

“Absolutely. I swore to myself that if I lost anyone else I’d go supernova, but thankfully that didn’t happen,” you say.

“Yeah, we definitely don’t want that,” he says, holding a door open for you. You thank him and continue walking, then realize that he (hopefully) hadn’t heard about you snapping on Skako Minor. You debate telling him about it, but remember how he and Crosshair had nearly come to blows, twice, during your joint mission and decide not to.

“So you really took a shot for him?” Jesse asks, referring back to Echo. You nod and stop for a second. You can’t show him the actual injury without undressing, but by slipping your belt downwards and pulling the fabric of your caftan taut against your side, he can see the shape of the bandages well enough.

“I’m surprised Rex didn’t tell you anything about it,” you say, pulling everything back into place before moving forward again.

“He did say you were hurt but didn’t really go into details,” Jesse says with a shrug, then glances around as if he’d just realized something.

“Speaking of Echo, where is he? I’m surprised you’ve let him out of your sight,” he says. You roll your eyes, then quickly tell him about Shalka. Before he can say anything else, you finally make it to Kix’s office and knock on the door. As it slides open, Jesse says it was good to see you again and nods at Kix in the doorway before returning to what he was doing.

Kix nods back, then steps aside to let you in.

“You missed me that much, huh?” he says with a smirk, leaning back on his desk.

“Gotta get my Kix fix,” you say with a laugh. Kix stares at you for a second before snorting back a laugh of his own.

“That was terrible,” he says.

You roll your eyes and playfully jab his shoulder.

“Yeah, I know, but if we can focus, I think you should take another look at my side,” you say, gesturing to it. Kix frowns slightly.

“What for? I told you earlier that it was fine, did something happen?” he asks, standing normally again and approaching you.

You quickly talk about how it’s been healing, but mainly focus on the pain you feel when you flex the muscles on that side.

“I think there might be damage deeper than we realized,” you say, and he nods.

“Yeah, I’ll look at it again, and if I find anything, we can figure out where to go from there,” he says before quickly moving to wash his hands and glove up.

As he does this, you undo your belt and pull your dress off over your head, then lie on a nearby cot, absentmindedly slipping out of your shoes. You turn onto your uninjured side and, with your permission, Kix carefully removes your bandages. You hiss with discomfort as they peel away from your skin and tug at the raw edges of the wound. He kneels onto the floor beside you, tells you he’ll need to actually feel into it to get a better idea of what’s going on below the surface, and you nod at him, despite the anxious lurch in your stomach.

Rex, having heard from Jesse a few minutes ago that you’re in the building, is walking through the halls and wondering where you went. He doesn’t have to wonder for long though; when he passes Kix’s office he's startled to hear a high gasp that sounds exactly like you coming from inside. He freezes in front of the door, listening.

“Oh my god, Kix,” you whine, and Rex immediately pictures the worst.

Kix says your name. “I know. You’re doing great,” he says, his voice low and soft.

Rex is tempted to barge in there and confirm his suspicions, but he hesitates; he doesn’t want another blowup like you two had on Anaxes. As he debates on what to do, you suddenly gasp and make a startled kind of sound.

“Kix, Rex is outside, he can hear us,” you pant.

“How the hell does she know?” Rex thinks, taking a single step back.

“Do you want me to chase him off?” Kix asks, and Rex is surprised when you laugh a little before moaning softly.

“Just keep going, I don’t care if he sees me like this,” you say.

“Well, if you’re sure. The doors unlocked, Rex,” he says, speaking up.

Incensed by how blatant this is, Rex marches into the room, ready to tear into you both, but freezes when he sees what’s really going on.

Your dress, belt, and shoes are in a heap at the foot of the cot you’re lying on, and you’re wearing only a bra and panties, but it’s the least sexy thing he’s ever seen. Kix, gloved up and kneeling beside you, is carefully prodding around on top of and slightly into your blaster-shot wound, his gloved hands red at the fingertips. Kix looks at you apologetically and does a few final palpitations. You curse and cry out his name again as your eyes water over with pain, then he sits back on his heels, taking his hands off of you.

“We’re done now, you can relax,” he says, his voice soft again.

Rex, having been given obvious context to what he’d heard, turns away, ashamed of himself. How the hell he’d overlooked not only that you’d been shot, but you were also in the medics office was a mystery to him.

“You know,” Kix says, pulling Rex out of his own head and getting to his feet, “I’m surprised Echo isn’t with you.” Kix disposes of his soiled gloves before washing his hands again and pulling on a new pair. He then grabs a med kit similar to the one you used last night, comes back to the cot, and returns to his knees beside you.

“Jesse thought that too,” you say.

While Kix redresses your wound, you tell him and Rex about the work Shalka is doing for Echo, and by the time you’ve finished talking, he’s bandaged you back up. Kix stands again and sheds his gloves, then washes his hands a third time. Once you’re dressed and back on your feet, he tells you that there is indeed muscle damage.

“Dank ferrik, of course there is,” you say, exasperated, as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “So now what?”

“Come to this room first thing tomorrow morning,” Kix says, then writes something down on a scrap of flimsi and hands it to you. “It’s too deep to heal properly with how we’ve been treating it, but after a few hours in a bacta soak it should significantly improve.”

An anxious pit starts to form in your gut at the thought of such a confined space, but you stop it by wondering how long the treatment will keep you from Echo (and your research). Annoyed by the inconvenience, but recognizing its necessity, you nod in understanding at Kix without saying anything. He appears to think for a second, then hands you a small pill, which you swallow dry without pause.

“That should stop the pain for the rest of the day, but it'll make you feel tipsy, so I suggest you get some sleep,” he says after you take it. You thank him, then step back into the hallway with Rex.

Having a rare few minutes of free time, the captain decides to walk you out of the building and back outside. About halfway there, you notice that he keeps side-eyeing you, and you stop.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” you say, confused.

“I'm trying to figure out how you knew it was me on the other side of the door back there,” he says. A jolt of panic crosses your face and you pray that he doesn’t notice.

“Lucky guess,” you say, attempting to be casual about it, but the way he’s watching you tells you he’s not buying the act. You sigh and say “you’re a smart man Rex, I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now.”

He smirks at you and you hold back an annoyed sigh.

“What was your first clue?” you ask, slowly starting to walk again.

“Aside from the few dreams you’ve mentioned to me, right?” he says, matching your pace. You nod at him.

“General Skywalker has a habit of thinking out loud; I’ve heard him mumbling your name every now and then, and since all your reports are filed there’s no real reason you’d stay in contact with him,” Rex says with a shrug.

“Yep, nailed it,” you say, sighing again.

“So you are Sensitive then?” he asks, and you instinctively check to see if anyone’s overheard him, but thankfully there’s nobody around.

“Yes, I am. Now, call it a gut feeling, or instinct, or whatever, but only you, Echo, and Anakin know; I’m keeping it as quiet as possible.” you say, preemptively explaining yourself.

“Anakin?” Rex says, distracted.

“It feels so weird to use his first name, but yeah, he told me to call him that now, I guess since he’s been helping me figure out this Force stuff,” you say, fidgeting with the strap of your bag. Rex says nothing, and appears to be deep in thought.

The pair of you make it to the entrance you came in through without saying anything else, and Rex’s thoughts are interrupted when he sees Echo approaching you both.

“Oh, hey!” you say, surprised but smiling and giving him a tight hug. He rests his forehead against yours, and you briefly close your eyes, enjoying the contact with him.

“Shalka finished up with me early, she’s going to be fabricating for the rest of the day,” Echo says, stepping back and giving you a soft kiss. “Besides, we thought we’d surprise you,” he continues.

“We?” Rex says, confused.

“Oh yeah, you don’t know about that,” Echo says.

“About what?” Rex asks.

At the same time, Crosshair makes it through the crowd and reaches you. Neither of you say anything before he pulls you in close and kisses you deeply.

Rex glances between the three of you, completely bewildered, and Echo is trying not to laugh at his stunned face.

“That,” Echo says.

After you and Crosshair break apart, you flush when you realize Rex is staring at you. Crosshair gives him a stiff nod without saying anything, which he returns.

“So, what did Kix say?” Echo asks, changing the subject while stepping closer to you and snaking his arm around your waist. You quickly fill him and Crosshair in on what went on earlier.

“He gave her something for the pain, it should be kicking in around now,” Rex adds as you finish talking. Before anyone can say anything else, Rex’s comm chirps at him; Anakin is asking for him. Rex shoots you three an apologetic look before jogging back inside the building and answering the call.

You dig your own comm out of your bag and call for a taxi. They say it’ll be a few minutes before one arrives, so after you end the call you lead the other two to a bench nearby and sit. Crosshair notices you smirking at him, and makes a ‘what?’ kind of sound at you.

“So how’d you get along with Shalka?” you ask with a snicker. He rolls his eyes while Echo laughs. They tell you about their day until the taxi arrives. When you stand up from the bench, you stumble forward and barely manage to catch yourself.

“Looks like that painkiller is starting to work,” Crosshair says, amused. You try to walk toward the taxi, but stumble a second time, tripping over your own feet and falling backwards into him, and he catches you with Echo’s help.

The two men exchange a glance and hold you steady by the shoulders, steering you toward the cab. Echo slides into the enclosed speeder first and you follow, but trip on your own feet again and land in his lap. Crosshair comes in behind you and gives the driver the hotel address. When the speeder starts moving, you sit up, but stay in Echo’s lap, which surprises him.

“My legs won’t bother you?” he asks quietly.

“Kix must have given me something good, I can’t feel a damn thing,” you say, giggling. “But- but even if I could, I don’t care. I like who they’re attached to,” you continue. You settle yourself, rest your head in the hollow of his left shoulder, and drape your legs over Crosshair's knees.

He looks like he’s going to say something, but is stopped by a sudden loud snore; you’ve already fallen asleep.

The ride back is spent in relative silence, save for an occasional snore or mumble from you. By the time the taxi reaches its destination, the sun is starting to set.

Once you’ve arrived, Echo shakes you awake and you yawn widely.

“Are we there yet?” you ask, still half asleep. Crosshair pays the driver, then leads you back onto the sidewalk, firmly holding his hand on your waist.

“Yeah, we’re there,” Echo says, holding your right hand in his left.

“Ok good,” you mumble. “‘M sleepy.”

The two men guide you back into the hotel while Crosshair speaks.

“I know kitten, we’re taking you to bed,” he says. You perk up, glancing between the two of them and giggling even more.

“Ha, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” you say. “I would,” you add as an afterthought.

Once you’ve reached the cluster of rooms you’d gotten for everyone, Echo unlocks yours and the three of you head inside. You’re led to the large bed, and he slips your belt and caftan off over your head. Crosshair joins you and undoes the hooks of your binder, tossing it aside. You kick your shoes off, then giggle again and look pointedly between them both.

“Getting right to it, I like that,” you say in what you think is a seductive voice.

In reality, you sound like a Bantha with a head cold, so they just shake their heads at you and guide you onto your back. Echo adjusts your pillow while Crosshair pulls the blankets over you. You feel sleep quickly approaching, but before you give in, you gesture to them both and they bend down to your level.

You look at Echo and cup his cheek, then do the same to Crosshair.

“Mine,” you say, glancing between the two of them.

In near-perfect sync, they each move their faces away from your hands, kiss your palms and say “yours.” You giggle again, then fall asleep immediately afterward.

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[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? ;)

[spookyrps]

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[ladykatakuri]

Stardust Reblog Challenge December 2022

1st:

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Bonsoir Ch.6: Golden Hour - Gregor x F!OC Cassia Nu by: @kaminocasey SFW

What a Price to Pay 2 - Boba Fett x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Shadows and Shades 16 - Crosshair x OFC by: @wild-karrde SFW

Love Songs - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rex x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

The Cottage Part4 - Rex x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Busted! - TBB x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Walk Me Home Ch.6 - Wolffe x F!OC Cherise by: @cyarbika Mature

Cody x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Alone Together - Tech x Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Body Paint - Tech x AFAB!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

Night Swimming - Tech x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Echo : There for You Ch.24 - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Under a Red Sun: Ditry Little Thief - Hunter x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Prankster - Fives/Wrecker/Hardcase x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Rebels Wolffe x F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Shadows and Shades: Finale ! - Crosshair x OFC Iden by: @wild-karrde SFW

Forgive Me, My Love - A letter from Cody by: @arctrooper69 SFW

Ashen Moon 4 - Kylo Ren x F!Reader by : @interstellarwraith SFW

Getting Some Rest - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Flattering Art - TBB x M!Jedi Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Jesse x Jedi F!Reader by: @twistedstitcher27 NSFW

Loyal Friends - TBB x Friend!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

About Break Ups and Moving On - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

All is Quiet in the Havoc Marauder - Echo x F!Reader by: @nahoney22 NSFW

12th:

A Jedi`s Sacrifice - TBB x Jedi!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

Tough Decisions - TBB x Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Do You Hear the People Sing part6 - Fox x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

PTSD - TBB x F!Reader HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

Sins of the Father Ch35 Din Djarin x F!OC by: @imabeautifulbutterfly SFW

TBB a sa Rockband HC`s by @zoeykallus SFW

I`m All Yours - Crosshair x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Notes on Tutoring: The Performance - Dave York x F!Reader by: @honestly-shite SFW

Loverboy Part 3 - Echo x Sith!Reader by: @kaminocasey NSFW

A Glitch in the Matrix - Texh x SO!Reader by: @eyecandyeoz SFW

Search & Rescue Dogs - TBB & M!Friend HC`s by: @zoeykallus SFW

The Fallen - Fives story by: @twistedstitcher27 SFW

Sun and Rain: Age of the Empire Ch.9 - Hunter x F!OC by: @photogirl894 SFW

Piercings - TBB + Rex x GN!Reader by: @nahoney22 SFW

Showing You My Love - Echo x F!Reader by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Slow Ride - TBB x F!Reader Spicy HC`s by: @zoeykallus NSFW

Tree Decorating with Cody - Cody x F!Reader by: @kaminocasey SFW

In Command - Rex X F!OC by: @wild-karrde SFW

In Love and War: Moving On - Rex X F!Reader by: @zoeykallus SFW

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[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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[moondust-bard]

It’s Cassia’s birthday!

[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.

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🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

T will blush and chew on their lips. Don't let them play cards, because they lose all the time.

C has a 10/10 poker face and is great at telling half-truths.

Z lies easily, because they are sort of a swindler in their past. Great at all sort of gambling games. They don't have a poker face, because most people are too dazzled by their beauty to notice the... inconsistencies.

S becomes a good liar thanks to their transformation. It's hard to tell if they are lying when a veil of shadows obscures their face.

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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.” 

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