#poor cassia

[dairine-bonnet]

Some time after visiting Commorragh

*Rogue Trader, Cassia and Jae are sitting in Rogue Trader's study, enjoying amasec and discussing casual things*

RT, very relaxed and slightly drunk *giving Cassia's some 'useful' advice*: ...and you can't let a random guy go into your bedroom. You know, someone unreliable. For security reasons, of course.

Jae *innocently*: Then why do you invite our Interrogator to your bedroom from time to time, shereen?

Rogue Trader *choking on amasec and somehow trying to sober up instantly*: In case someone else decides to sneak in there... someone truly unreliable, certainly!

[gingerfan24]

*My RT talking to Cassia on the bridge*

Cassia: *Talking about how she sees the Warp like a painting and talking about everybody’s colors*

Ana’s bisexual ass: “God-Emperor she’s so cute”

[one-half-guy]

🤔I was thinking here🤔 How many times Eggman has possibly used Cassia the Pronghorn as guinea pig in the PostSGW-Archie?

The madman must have been like "Hey Clove, I've installed these new prototypes to help your sister, keep me informed about ANY unexpected effect, both good ones and bad ones!"

And in the very start the poor deceived old sister must've thought "all right, it's happening, it's going, if I do my work right, Cassia's treatment will run with no problem" without even imagine Eggman was just making the final tests before pass on the equipment to the whole egg army... And she was helping...

Without imagine that all the "unexpected defects" were actually expected and Eggman just wanted a quick way to confirm his suspects...

And the thing gets worse after Eggman decide "I haven't to waste my time faking explanations to this subordinate" there by the Eggman's Dozen Arc...

From that moment Clove became fully aware that her dear sister was being just a guinea pig and still she had no options else, she found herself totally helpless with her poor sister at the mercy of the crazy scientist's "goodwill".

Just imagine Cassia learning not only the treatment was being useless, but also that she has been just a guinea pig to Eggman and that her loved sister WAS aware of the BOTH parts.

I always thought the planned plot of Cassia quiting was dark, but it gets darker as deeper you dive...

[algolstare]

sitting in the Reasonable Rational Persons corner w/ walker whose careful well-thought-thru plans all got thrown away in favor of "what if we could pull up via bootstraps like le troll physics" not-logic & doppi who is here for not only emotional support but to help me accomplish my tasks boy

[casiia]

MAGS. IM ACTUALLY DYING AND CRYING like she is so cute i love her i love her.

[madameoni]

Cassiopeia “Cassia” Lobos - Courier for the Mojave Express

This poor woman keeps getting new scars and its hard to keep up. And I'm yet to finish the game. Anyway- a few sketched outfits.

She has high INT, good medicine and science knowledge. Overall an intelligent woman that knows the benefit of careful manipulation but still really really likes shooting shit.

[sinful-lanterns]

Ok, so I saw the Chelsea pearl cum thirst and for obvious reasons my mind went to oviposition, and then I got the best idea ever.

I present to you...

✨Path to Nowhere Monster AU!✨

Reader a regular, everyday citizen somehow finds herself in the middle of many monsters getting infatuated with her then they proceed to try court reader and make her their mate.

I got a good list of what type of monsters I think the sinners would be, I also wanted to keep a variety of monsters so there aren't any doubles.

Cheif - Witch

Nightingale - Cheif's apprentice or familiar

Uni - Frankenstein Monster

Cinnabar - Centaur

Ninety-Nine - Hellhound

Rahu - Werewolf

Oak Casket - Litch or something else undead/ that affiliates with dead things

Hamel - Puppet or Kraken

NOX - Grim Reapper

Bai Yi - Jinn (I looked it up and jinns move super fast and can phase through solid matter.)

Serpent - Naga

Shalom - Fallen Angel

Lamia - Siren

Chealse - Gorgon (She turns people into gems instaed of stone, she can turn things into gems with physical contact too, oh and her hair can shift between human hair and snake hair.)

Cassia - Vampire

Eirene - Dragon

Stargazer - Geinie

Conquelic - Succubus

Garofano - Drider(Half human, half spider)

Deren - Reality Bending Eldritch Horror (I don't have a name for her monster specifically but she'd be some kind of godly horror.)

This is all I have right now, but feel free to use and change whatever you wish!

This is an old thirst but I’ve been saving it for when I was ready to share my thoughts on it 😌

ANYWAYS HHHHHHH. Monster girls are my obsession rn. Rather than an ordinary citizen though, I imagine Reader could be like a curious researcher who likes to document and explore different territories in which monsters inhabit. As she is wandering aimlessly for her research though, she stumbles upon various different monster women (many of which want to claim Reader for themselves) and it leads to interesting scenarios with them and the poor Researcher.

Researcher! Reader who oftentimes finds herself in the coils of a lamia, trapped in the web of a drider/arachne, or stuck in the middle of a vampire orgy while on her expeditions. Multiple times has she been the object of these monsters’ affection, yet all she wants to do is finish her guidebook on monsters and biology 😅

Oh, poor Reader… unfortunately for her, monster girls are attracted to cute oblivious nerds 😭😭

[whenstarslie]

Made a tier list about cat!chief in your fic

Been playing ptn for a while and I don't know much of these characters so I based them on vibes and appearance feel free to change it

If your wondering why wolverine is on top its because I hc during the incident cat!chief has some beef with Pippy as for tetra and princilla probably because they are the Fox and Rabbit idk just te vibes

Anyway have a Good day :DD

Ooh, this is good! I imagine this is how cat!Chief will separate Sinners by their likeability after Nightingale calms her down and can't return to human because the neutralizer is unavailable. Bet the Sinners will try to get cat!Chief to like them, but she's just too fickle and unpredictable to figure out and please.

I made an extensive tier list based on yours and explained why I categorize a specific Sinner in a tier. This only covers globally released Sinners up to Bianca. You can see it below.

Will straight out murder you in your sleep / Will sacrifice you to the gods

Peggy - noisy as fuck #1

Joan - noisy as fuck #2

Dr. Iron - smells like a hospital; doctors/veterinarians and cats often don't mix well.

Chameleon - tried to hypnotize cat!Chief once and ended immediately on the hit list.

Dudu - noisy as fuck #3

Echo - noisy as fuck #4

Shawn - I don't think any explanation is needed on this one.

Raven - terrible poetry and can be classified as 'Wants you out of her territory' because of her ink ravens.

Wants you out of her territory

Wolverine - Pippy

Chelsea - Sitri is seen as an intruder, and gemstones don't make good cat toys. Boxes make better beds than expensive plush ones, sorry.

Serpent - snakes

Doesn't want you near 24/7

Lisa - it's actually the other way around; Lisa doesn't want to be involved.

Kelvin - I'm sorry, Kelvin, but your powers do not agree with cat!Chief.

Gekkabijin

Demolia - the smell from scavenging does not sit well with cat!Chief's sensitive nose, is only tolerable if she approaches after a bath.

Flora - smells like smoke.

Victoria

Cassia - cat!Chief isn't a fan of her perfumes

Stargazer

Enfer

Oak Casket

Cabernet - close to joining the 'Will straight out murder you in your sleep / Will sacrifice you to the gods' squad.

Etti - her idea of 'playtime' isn't feline-friendly

Shalom - poor Shalom, even Rahu is more liked than you; does not stop her from trying and taking pictures of cat!Chief

Lady Pearl

Bianca - considered a nuisance by cat!Chief, she's this close to joining the 'Will straight out murder you in your sleep / Will sacrifice you to the gods'.

Aggressively bites

Tetra

Pricilla

Mess - only if she annoys cat!Chief, which is often.

McQueen - gets chomped on the moment cat!Chief hears her voice

Corso - For the last time, Corso, you don't challenge a cat to a fight!

Uni

Zoya - thinks it's amusing; gets climbed on a lot because of her height; her head scratches are giving her way to 'Will tolerate you (within limits)'.

Langley - no one bosses a cat; they make the not-so-evil boss and her cat duo work, close to joining 'Will tolerate you (within limits)'.

Bullies you for fun / Messes with your stuff

EMP

Levy - needs to rethink bringing in expensive stuff inside the bureau; cat claws are pretty sharp

Nino - her streams always get interrupted by cat!Chief taking over her keyboard or chewing on the computer cables

Eureka - cats and potentially dangerous inventions don't mix well

Summer - the frustrating combination of Nino and Eureka

Bai Yi

Coquelic - her flower beds were ruined, her clothes shredded to pieces, etc.; might as well be allergic to cats at this point

Donald - see that luscious blond hair, now it's a mess; surprisingly good with cats, close to earning his way to 'Likes you'.

Vanilla - same as Eureka

Eugene - gets bullied on day one, and continues to get bullied afterward

Will tolerate you (within limits)

Pepper

Macchiato - good with cats, might join the 'Likes you' squad soon.

Wendy - murder buddy #1, they surprisingly vibe together

Roulecca - don't let them team up during a gamble/bet

Mr. Fox

Luvia Ray

Ariel - would have joined the 'Likes you' team if she hadn't accidentally stepped on cat!Chief's tail many times.

Anne - only if she's not in the medical ward with cat!Chief

Kawa-Kawa

Letta - nap buddy #1

Christina - if she's not investigating who stole someone's food (cat!Chief is the culprit, btw)

Golan

Eirene - chess games go wrong

Demon

Deren

Du Ruo - only if the incense doesn't smell strong

Likes you

K.K. - cat butler #1

Che - nap buddy #2

Sumire - gives excellent head scratches #1

Cinnabar - cat butler #2

Lynn - the only one who cat!Chief approached first

Garofano

Matilda - one of the few that do not bother cat!Chief, gives excellent head scratches #2

NOX - cat butler #3

Hamel

Dreya - they vibe together when stargazing

Rahu - surprisingly more liked than Shalom

Eleven - nap buddy #3, her voice is soothing for cat!Chief

Angell

Wynn

Likes you because you're a heater / you always have food

Labyrinth - cat butler #4, heater #1

Pacassi - heater #2

Ninety-Nine - heater #3, food buddy #1

Ignis - heater #4, food buddy #2

Thistle - tries to be subtle when giving food

Adela

Yao - first falls under the 'Food' tier and later becomes heater #5

Faye - bribes with food, gets an increase of visitors in the Supply Office and revenues in exchange; catnip dealer

Sees you as one of her kittens / kids

Hella - gets scolded often #1

Oliver

Horo - gets scolded often #2, play buddy #1

Hecate

Dolly - play buddy #2

Crache - murder buddy #2

OwO - gets scolded often #3, play buddy #3

Eve - best lap pillow

Yanyan - play buddy #4

Bites, scratches, and cuddles affectionately / Loves you / Will listen to you

Nightingale - the only person who can make cat!Chief listen...but that does not mean she will obey

Food

Lamia

Mantis

Ducks - nearly got eaten on day one, now terrified of cat!Chief

Scared shitless of you

No fear. Cat!Chief's a hellspawn.

[gutfaced]

Ooooh Haymitch's childhood, let's hear some of that 👀

𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

i so didn't have to make a whole quote thing for this but we're gonna talk about it! it's a post!

𝟏-𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

haymitch got by as any seam child did, grew up in a poor environment with squalor and death surrounding — and also met all of his milestones at the right ages and was significantly a talker by early 2-years.

kipley was born when haymitch was 6, so he had 5 years of his parents adoration and very specifically his mother's attention.

he was outgoing, rowdy but also showed clear signs of intelligence from a young age, and it helped him within a school environment.

𝟔-𝟏𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

as the years went on, he began to learn to pick up his father's trade; hunting and woodworking. he'd often work long hours once hasil returned home, often getting splinters or slight injuries up until he succeeded in his crafts.

he kept a watchful eye on kipley, who could barely protect himself physically because of his condition, and so more fights ensued. the abernathy's had always struggled monetarily, and with his slow awareness of this, the more he became frustrated with his environment.

𝟏𝟎-𝟏𝟐 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

by around 11, he already suffered his first break; that being his nose in a fight. he'd often deal with being ambushed while hunting by older brothers of kipley's bullies, usually braving these fights to the point of significant injury.

at 12, he was legible for the reaping, taking tessarae in turn for grain/oil.

in the late winter (2 months after his birthday,) his father was executed during a time where uprisings were common and district unease high (especially within the mines.) his years of (what then became illegal) hunting had caught up with him, and he was whipped to death.

to his and his mother's dismay, the surviving abernathys and family did next to nothing to help amidst hasil's death (with peregrine and the sarvers scorning cassia for her husband's actions and his death.) (note: cassia and linnea are both seam in appearance, while peregrine is merchant.)

seeing this, haymitch was immediately thrown into a role of becoming the "man of the house" with his mother's feeble aid not being enough to last them. after the unrest died down, he followed (carefully) and more cautiously in his father's footsteps.

𝟏𝟐-𝟏𝟔 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

maintaining good grades and a decent social life, haymitch continued to make sacrifices for his family, with kipley's eventual adoption of a hen helping towards their income.

he also meets junia at 14 (the mayor's daughter.)

by the time the 50th had rolled around, his family was utterly and completely dependant on him.

and you know the rest :3c

[somethingclevermahogony]

As Promised! A Recipe for Kipsha (Sort of)

Hello everyone! A few days ago I said that, as a way to celebrate reaching 100 followers that I would make one of the dishes from the setting of my WIP. And I did that! Kind of. You see it turns out that Sainsbury's or at least Google, lied to me, and so I was unable to find barely which was a necessary component of this recipe. Even worse when I returned home I found that the only wheat flour that I had was self-rising. And so, I did not make Kipsha (recipe here) which is eaten in the western and central parts of Kishetal, rather I made Kipisa which is eaten on eastern border of Kishetal and Makur in cities like Kutar and Nabi (shown below).

The primary difference between Kipsha and Kipisa is the grain used. Kipisa is made with rye while Kipsha is made with barley. In addition, Kipisa is often served with butter. Butter as a culinary ingredient is almost entirely limited to the eastern plains, where it preferred to or eaten alongside olive oil. Saramuk Ukishiya, meaning "Butter Eater" (Saramuk coming from the Lakuri word for butter, Shayram) is a common derrogatory term used to refer to those people living in the region shown above. The recipe is below the cut!

Kipisa

Kipsha or Kipisa or Kipcha is a kind of cake or biscuit commonly eaten by the wealthy and poor alike. It can vary wildly from soft and spongy to harder and more cracker like. It is a popular form of street food and can be served as savory or sweet. In savory applications honey is typically forgone and olive oil may be replaced with various varieties of animal fat. All varieties contain some amount of barley or more rarely, rye, however examples meant for nobility may contain up to 70 or even 90%.

The name Kipsha is a reference to the sesame and/or poppy seeds used in and sprinkled over the top. Kip being the Kishic word for seed or grain. Though it may also refer to an infant, thus part of the cake's association with fertility.

This recipe is for Sweet Kipisa, as it is enjoyed in the city of Kutar. A similar varient is eaten just across the mountains in Labisa, though here they make use of barley rather rye. It is this barley variety, Kipsha, which is my MC, Narul's favorite dish.

This particular variety of Kipsia is cracker-like, with a slightly chewy interior.

Ingredients

Note: For those ingredients which are not available on earth, approximate substitutes are provided.  

The Cakes

(Note that Kishetal has no distinct set of measurements nor are recipes recorded. Recipes are typically passed down orally and differ greatly between regions and even families. Adjust ingredients to one's own liking)

1 ¾ cups Rye Flour

1 ¼ Unbleached Wheat Flour

½ cup Water

1 Tbsp Olive Oil or Untoasted Sesame Oil

2 Tbsp Sweet White Wine (Riesling or Muscat are suggested)

3 Tbsp Kafa (This Kishic yogurt drink can be substituted with equal parts plain greek yogurt and whole milk)

2 Tbsp Honey 

1 Tbsp Red Wine Vinegar

2 ½ Tsp Untoasted White Sesame Seeds

½ Tsp Sinrian Cinnamon (Substitute Cassia Cinnamon)

¼ Tsp Ground Black Pepper

Toppings

 1. This are meant to reflect Narul’s Preferred Toppings, though with the addition of more typically eastern additions

1-2 Dried figs chopped (Fresh figs may be substituted)

3 Tbsp Honey, warmed

2 Tbsp Regula Juice (Substitute 1:1 parts orange and lemon juice)

Ground black pepper to taste

Sesame Seeds to taste

Chibalan Salt to taste (Substitute: Flake Salt)

Torn mint leaves

Goat Butter, melted (Cow or sheep is also acceptable)

2. Other Toppings

Unsalted soft cheese such as ricotta

Yogurt

Dates

Crushed nuts (typically walnuts or pistachios)

Chopped Cherries or other fruits

Preparation

1. Combine all dry ingredients in a large bowl.

2. In a different bowl combine all liquid ingredients and whisk thoroughly.

3. Combine wet and dry ingredients, knead using your hands to form a firm ball, add water and flour as needed to achieve this.

4. Cover the dough with a damp towel and allow it to rest at room temperature for a minimum of 1 hour and a maximum of 4.

5. Preheat oven to 400 F or 200 C (fan 195 C).

6. Liberally dust a counter or large cutting board with rye flour. Dust a rolling pin or similar instrument with flour.

7. Place the rested dough onto the floured surface and roll out to approximately 1/4 inch

8. Using a biscuit cutter or knife, cut dough into cakes, these can be any number of shapes, delicately score the surface.

9. Place cakes on a covered cookie sheet making sure that they do not touch. 

10. Bake for 10-15 minutes until golden or lightly browned.

11. Remove and immeditately apply melted butter, honey, and regalu juice to surface. Allow to sit and cool for at least 5 minutes (Kipisa is not eaten hot. The more time is allowed for the absorption of the toppings, the better)

12. Once cool, add additional toppings. It is not unusual at this point to add additional butter and honey, nor is it unheard to dip the cake in the regalu juice and butter while eating it.

13. Enjoy!

I probably should have a taglist but I don't know who all would be on it, whoops. So I'm just tagging my followers that liked the original post @patternwelded-quill , @skyderman , @flaneurarbiter , @jclibanwrites , @alnaperera, @rhokisb, @blackblooms , @lord-nichron , @kosmic-kore , @friendlyshaped , @axl-ul , @talesfromtheunknowable , @wylanzahn , @dyrewrites , @foragedbonesblog

[morallygreyparents]

Brenda "Blonda" Fairywinkle

Basic Details:

-Brenda is her first name. Blonda is her stage name. Undecided on a middle name

-Age is around 40,000

-Female

-Straight

-Parents are Yolonda and Miguel Fairywinkle, is the older twin sister of Wanda Fairywinkle, and is the Aunt of Cassia and Poof "Peri" Fairywinkle.

-Is not currently married or dating anyone. Also has no children of her own.

Appearance:

Blonda is rather short compared to her mother, Yolonda, but is slightly taller than Wanda by an inch. While she shares her sister and father's magenta eyes, she has long, blond hair that swirls at the tips just like Yolonda's. Her face is often caked with make-up; light-blue eyeshadow often the focal point of her look to match her sparkling, light-blue gowns. She's also very rarely seen without jewelry on as well, choosing silver or sky blue pearly to compliment her gowns.

Personality, Likes, and Dislikes:

During her childhood, Blonda almost always gotten what she wanted. Since she wasn't as involved in her father's company, Miguel often neglected her from his work and offered her money (or whatever she's throwing a tantrum for) in order to keep her out of his hair. Meanwhile, Yolonda had a habit of spoiling the girls due to her "fun but irresponsible parent" nature, making Blonda believe she's entitled to the finer things in life.

Despite getting everything she wanted, Blonda often felt alone or as if the world was against her. She became an actress in hopes that people would admire her and she would become famous; alongside wanting a high-paying career and had no interest in god parenting.

After her career took off, she moved to Fairywood to star in huge productions that eventually led to her making millions (though not nearly as wealthy as her parents). She really only called home anymore to ask for money for luxuries and new cars, until Big Daddy decided enough was enough, cutting her off. Angered by this, Blonda exposed Big Daddy's trash company to be "mafia like and practicing illegal and unethical practices" and is currently trying to make sure her father doesn't find out she was responsible for ratting him out, knowing that she'll "sleep with the fishes" if he finds out.

Thank to her poor relationship with her father, Blonda often has a poor outlook towards men, claiming that a real man would stay at home and do as his woman says, abandoning his job to stay home and take care of the kids, since deep down, that's what she wishes Miguel would have done for her.

Noteable Relationships:

Miguel Fairywinkle: Blonda was often neglected by a very busy, CEO Miguel during her childhood, resulting in her resenting the male side of Fairyworld. Their relationship further deteriorated after Blonda had exposed his company after getting cut off, resulting in her having to hide from Miguel's guards.

Yolonda Fairywinke: Though not in contact with her after moving to Fairywood, Blonda considers Yolonda to be her favorite parent, as she has no problem giving Blonda whatever she wanted. Out of her and her husband, Yolonda was also the one that gave Blonda more praise and attention, in contrast to whenever Miguel would take Wanda to work at the business.

Wanda Fairywinkle: The two don't get along well, and both believe they are both superior to each other. Wanda believes her sister is lazy and entitled, and Blonda believes that Wanda's parents prefer her since she's shown some interest in Miguel's company. Blonda is often seen flirting with Wanda's husband, Cosmo, mostly to get back at her for being the golden child of their childhood.

[astriel-nya]

Now that I finished the game I wanted to just post some highlights of the journey of Vibrance Von Valancius!!!

Idira being the fucking SAVAGE she is about Heinrix and yes I think I did become his Mistress xDD then errr became Marazhai's pet?

ASDGFASDHG thIS IS A COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP!!!

My gay ass was shut down by Cassia and she complimented my shouLDERS?? :'DDD I love her smmm forever my besty and the only one that got a truly good ending

i WILL NEVER NOT SWOON AT THIS MAN!!!!!!!!

duDE I WAS HITTING ON THIS MAN LIKE IT WAS FUCKIGN WACKAMOLE :'DDD

I can hear the typing of a mILLION FANFICS IN THE DISTANCE :'DD

I was such a FUCKING DICK to the footfall people holy shit

I think I just a a fUCKing thing for interrogators??! Pasqal, Heinrix, Marazhai and ohh yeah my dakest moment was being kidnapped and tortured, my girl got traUMA :')))

Heinrix dispensing a RARE W in my playthrough :'DDDD

Did I go onto romance Yrliet after condemning her planet to Slannesh? yES :'DDD

Yrliet saying Kunrad had a crush on me hAS ME CRAVING A ROMANCE MOD!!!

>>>///////////<< pasQAL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Pasqal liTERALLY HAS MY FUCKIGN HEART IN A DEATHGRIP :'DDDDD

This poor fuCKING GUY JUST CANNOT CATCH A BREAK :'DD I wonder if he just reports all the batshit stuff I do to the Inquisition

pOOR ABELARD CANNOT CATCH A FUCKING BREAKK!!!

pAPA PASQAL I CONVERTTTT!!!!!!! UR TOO WHOLESOME

oKAY BUT THIS WHOLE INTERACTION HIT SO DIFFERENT AFTER YOU LEARN ABOUT HIS TRAUMA AND HOW HE GREW HIS EYE BACK ETC??? LIKE NO SHIT HE WANTS TO KEEP HIS LIMBS AAA

MY BOYS HEINRIX AND ABELARD WITH ME ON DARGONUS!!! :DDD

aHH YES ME PICKING HEINRIX TOTALLY DISCOUNTS ALL THE ACTS OF HERSEY I COMMITED!!!

PAPA ABELARD IS SUCH A GOAT I LOVE HIMMMMM

fiRST KISS WITH HEINRIX AFTER HE WARNS YOU ABOUT CALCAZAR EVEN THOUGH HE CAN'T REALLY!?!?! SO FUCKING ROMANTIC THE STRUGGLE BETWEEN DUTY AND DESIRE AAAAA

aCTUAL TSUNDERE I LOVE HIM!!!!!!

BOTH MARAZHAI AND HEINRIX APPEARING IN MY FUCKING DREAMS IS SUCH A MOOD AHAGHAGHAGH

duDE THE SITUATIONSHIP IS REALLLLL!!!!!

PICKING GODAMN DUTY OVER ME AAAAAAAAAAAAA

asdghfasdgJASDGJASDGHJ LET ME ROMANCE HIM AAAAA

[sdvsalad]

Tidepool Stroll

Hello Author C here! Before I even began writing these short stories I made a relationship chart for every character with Cassia. I realized I'd missed out on exploring quite a few of these relationships, so here's a short about someone you don't see too often!

It’d been a long day in the mines and Cassia really needed a break. She didn’t get outside often since the sun hated her guts but it had begun to set already. 

“I’ll be back later,” Cassia called out to no one in particular. The house was quiet, but that didn’t mean no one was there. It was hard to tell when her cousins were around, especially when one of them could be doing some strange spells to listen in on the rusty old cabin they called home. Even with it being a cloudy dusk she ensured to apply sunscreen to her pasty skin and keep an umbrella in her sword sheath. 

“Biscuit!” Cassia exclaimed with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. She really loved her border collie but her exhaustion had taken a toll on her tone of voice. Still, her dog came barreling towards her with enough energy for the both of them. Biscuit excitedly moved side to side with his leash already in his mouth, he definitely knew what time it was and wouldn’t wait a second longer! Cassia chuckled to herself and clipped Biscuit’s leash to his collar underneath the bandana he never took off. As she lifted herself back up from her squat she saw a tiny creature in the corner of her eye.

“Chirp!”

The noise took Cassia by surprise- she thought it’d be asleep by now. But there it was, a tiny dinosaur stumbling awkwardly towards Cassia. Nugget the dinosaur was barely a month old, it was quite the shock when it hatched but Cassia treated it like any other pet. It had grown quite fond of Biscuit, treating him like it’s mother and always curling up next to him to sleep. It seemed as though Nugget wanted to join them. Cassia was hesitant at first - after all, the poor thing kept stumbling over itself - but she couldn’t say no to its puppy dog eyes; clearly a trait it had learned from Biscuit. 

--

Nugget happily chirped as it rested on top of Cassia, curling around her neck like a shawl. She thought of it as a way to socialize the creature and get a small workout in the process. Biscuit happily ran forward towards his favorite spot, the beach’s tide pool. Ever since Cassia used some spare lumber to repair the bridge to the secluded tide pool it acted as a peaceful area to walk around and enjoy the waves. Well, it was supposed to be anyways. 

“Why Cassia! What a peculiar scarf you’re wearing! Please join me by the water, I’d love to take notes on it for my novel!” Elliott was patting down a spot next to him on the dock for her to join him by. 

Ugh. At least at the saloon Cassia could pretend his pretentious way of speech was a drunken joke, but here he displayed it so proudly. What a pain. 

“It’s uh, it’s not a scarf. This is Nugget.” Cassia gestured towards the small dinosaur as she approached him, while being careful not to disrupt its resting place. 

“My word- Cassia is that thing breathing?!” 

“Yes.”

It was clear Elliott wanted further elaboration but Cassia couldn’t be bothered, this was supposed to be time for her pets. He decided not to pry after seeing her apprehensive expression- or was that her resting face?

“Well, what brings you out here? The beauty of the sea? Or perhaps you just wanted to see me..?” His hair seemed to flow in the wind with perfect timing. He blinked elegantly as the setting sun sharpened his features into a thing of beauty. Cassia didn’t notice though, she was fixated on the rotting deck beneath her. Robin would have been mortified of the state of the dock, she thought to herself. 

“Just wanted to walk Biscuit.” Cassia said it bluntly, but at least she engaged in the conversation at all. If she really disliked him she would’ve walked away by now. Elliot took it as a sign of friendship and kept his usual enthusiasm. 

“That’s wonderful! The fresh air of this valley is good for body and mind. A quick stroll outdoors always invigorates me.”

Elliott began to ramble about his book and all his latest inspirations while Cassia gave short but responsive replies. Cassia continued her walk and Elliott followed, happily talking the whole time. By the end of the stroll Cassia had softened a bit, and she allowed Elliott to pet Biscuit, though she was still wary of Nugget being touched by others. When nightfall arrived they split ways, Elliott had tried to make the ending poetic and grand by offering her a rose. Cassia simply pretended not to see the gesture and walked home, he wasn’t all that bad- but that was probably enough sober Elliott interaction for the week. 

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“Why didn’t Lady Cassia accept my fair rose- a token of my friendship? Oh how she looks like a ghostly figure who longs for interaction, yet she is as cold as the depths of the arctic itself. Surely a gentlewoman such as her will open up to my light!” Elliott was loudly exclaiming as he sipped his fifth beer of the night.

“Maybe she thinks you only like her for her cold, unemotional exterior?” Shane joked, sliding an empty bottle and his payment across the counter.

“Elliott we’re closing up now- I’ll put the drinks on your tab. Get home safe now!” Gus tried his best to be sympathetic as he walked him out of the Stardrop Saloon. 

“Skin as glowing as the moonlight, eyes as deep as the blood that rushes through my veins! Oh why won’t she reply kindly to my pleas of companionship!” Elliott clearly wanted to stay and recite his free verse poetry but he’d already been escorted out the door.

He walked home while loudly reciting verses to a poem he’d made in his own head. The teens in the graveyard next door found it utterly hilarious. Though eventually he passed out in the safety of his home.

Apparently the old mayor and old marinor didn’t take too kindly to poetry at midnight. Elliott found a noise complaint notice on his door the following morning.

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Compromise Pt. 2

The only sound in the office is the soft scratching of Ms. Polter’s quill on parchment as she grades essays. Outside her window the grounds have long since fallen into darkness. Although she’s not particularly surprised Severus didn’t show–he is a proud man, after all–she is disappointed. I’ll go for a walk, she decides, gazing out the window, after my grading is done. Then, with a great sigh, she returns to work. Or she would have, if not for a single, quiet knock on her office door.

Knowing it could only be one man she smiles and straightens her robes, “Come in.” The handle turns and the door swings open to reveal just who she’d been hoping to see, “Ah, Severus. You look beautiful.” She wonders what he’d done to his hair. It looks soft, hanging in gentle waves and shining like silk. He’s also wearing different robes, the darkest shade of blue. A beautiful contrast to his pale skin, which is painted with a blush from her compliment.

“Thank you,” his voice is quiet. That’s not really surprising, she’s sure he’s nervous.

“So, what are you here for?” This catches him off guard. At first panic flashes through his mind, he was sure she’d invited him here. Next he felt embarrassed, he’d spent so long getting ready for her only to find he’d been mistaken. She didn’t want him at all. Maybe she’d taken a second look at him and decided he looks just as disgusting as everyone else says. His cheeks start to burn and he whips around to leave, “You didn’t answer my question, Severus.”

“You..you invited me here.”

“I did.” She conjures a chair for him and clears her desk. “Sit, and try to relax, Severus. I’m only asking what you’re here for. What do you want to come of your visit?”

“I want you to do what you did last time.”

“And only that?” 

The man looks like he wants to melt into the chair beneath him. “I thought,” he pauses, fiddling with his robes and looking anywhere but her eyes, “I thought we would have..”

“Sex?” She raises a brow. For how composed Severus usually is he looks horribly embarrassed to hear her say it and even more embarrassed when he nods. Ms. Polter hm-ed then stood, “I’m sure I can arrange that. Stand, Severus, and follow me.”

Ms. Polter leads the way into her connected bedroom then to a set of armchairs near the fire. With an easy flick of her hand she summons two crystal glasses and pours a glass of fire whiskey for each of them. Severus takes his gratefully, more than eager to ease his nerves. The uncomfortable conversation isn’t done yet it seems when she asks, “Did you dress up for me? I haven’t seen those robes before.”

Severus nods, taking a look around the room to distract himself. Her quarters are much larger than his, and indeed much larger than they would’ve been without magic. The living area was decorated with heavy wooden furniture and rich, dark colors. Severus has little experience with luxury but thinks this room must be worth more than he’s made in his teaching career.

A laugh brings him back from his wonderings, “Ah, I know why you came now. You just wanted to admire my interior design.”

His cheeks light up again with a blush and he apologizes quickly. For all his effort he can’t stop fidgeting in his chair. It’s not like this is worse than a meeting with the dark lord, so why is he unable to compose himself?

“Severus?” The man in question  jolts out of his thoughts and looks up at her, “I was just asking where you’d like to start. Do you want to stay here or move to the bed?”

“Here.” He sets his glass down on the drink table and rearranges himself purposefully in his chair. Further than that he seems completely lost and he looks to the woman beside him for guidance.

She smiles and sets his glass with his, then stands for a moment to shed her outer robe and settle herself on his lap. His eyes go wide. He raises his hands once, twice. He’s rescued from this purgatory when Cassia guides his hands to rest at her hips. Poor Severus looks like he might keel over there and then. On top of that there’s already a very noticeable erection pressing into her.

“I thought you were going to do it like before?” It’s cute, she thinks, how frantically he speaks.

Cassia taps the top of the leather wingback, “I can hardly do that in a chair like this, Severus.” When he pouts, yes pouts, she laughs and adds, “Everything in its own time. Besides, I think you’ll like this.”

Without further ado she leans down to kiss him. Gently at first, because he seems like he’s hardly breathing. She picks up the pace when he defrosts and reciprocates. Not wanting to overwhelm him she pulls back after only a couple heated seconds. Severus keeps his eyes closed and breathes deeply as if to calm himself. Cassia leans back down to kiss his nose, then his jaw. When she kisses him on the underside of his jaw she can feel his hammering pulse. As if to prove it to Severus she nips the pulsepoint before moving on. When she sucks gently under his ear he bucks his hips up into her.

Cassia pulls him up with her when she stands. She lets out an amused huff when Severus stays stooped down to kiss her even while she’s undressing him. With the buttons undone she pushes the cloak from his shoulders, pleasantly surprised that he’s decided not to wear a shirt underneath. Her lips leave his and instead return to his neck. She kisses him there softly before moving lower.

Severus moans when she moves her attention to his nipples. A wildfire of a blush spreads across his cheeks and down his chest and she only laughs when she looks up to see him staring back down at her wide-eyed. Deciding to have mercy on him she continues down until she's on her knees. She pauses there for a couple moments, holding her hands on his hips and massaging some while letting Severus calm down. When she’s had enough waiting she undoes his belt and waits for him to shift his stance so she can pull his trousers down. While doing that she helps him kick off his shoes, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. After he’s undressed she pushes him gently so he’s sitting in the armchair again.

Severus picks at the armrest of the chair and shuffles slightly in his seat. It’s hard for him to ignore the memories creeping to the forefront of his mind. The last time anyone had seen him in such a state of undress was back when he was a student. His breath seems to leave him. Again he tries to push those particular memories from his mind, again he’s unsuccessful.

What is successful in refocusing him is a sharp pain on his inner thigh, to which he gasps and jolts in place. Cassia kisses over the spot she’d just nipped him, “Alright, Severus?” Severus, not Snivellus. He isn’t back there. There are no feelings of hate or shame or powerlessness. Most importantly he wanted this and she wanted him too. It’d almost be unbelievable if she wasn’t kneeling between his thighs looking up at him expectantly. Oh! Right, with that series of thoughts over Severus swallows his nerves and nods. He’s alright.

Just a second later he’s left breathless again, by both the dazzling smile his assistant shoots at him and the feel of her lips pressing a featherlight kiss to the waistband of his boxers. Without permission his hips buck up again and he presses his eyes shut. Another kiss to his waistband and her fingers come up to tease him. One hand caressing his thighs and what parts of his torso she can reach and the other dipping just beneath the elastic of his boxers, teasing their removal. “Oh, Merlin, please! Just do it already!”

“Odd name for your lover, Severus.” Cassia snickers at her own joke, but hears his plea and gently pulls the boxers down, with the help of him lifting his hips. Unconsciously her tongue flicks up to run along the edge of her upper teeth when he’s revealed to her. Despite very much wanting to suck him then and there Cassia decides she hasn’t had enough of teasing him yet.

Thinking of what to do next she glances up to Severus, who’s watching with rapt attention and still gripping the armrests. While her mind wanders she ghosts her nails over the tops and insides of his thighs, enjoying his sweet whine. Next her hand wanders up to his navel and down the soft happy trail there. Oh a whim she stretches out her other hand, and traces along the crease of his hips on either side, starting at his sharp hip bones and following them down. Almost immediately Severus makes a high-pitched choking sound, his dick giving a fat twitch towards his stomach and his whole body lurching as his back arches. Then he curls forward, his head resting on a smirking Cassia’s shoulder.

“Sensitive there Severus?” She says in faux curiosity, before doing it again to much the same result.

“I didn’t—hah—think I was,” Severus speaks into her shoulder, breathing hard to compose himself. A task made all the more difficult by his lover’s hands restarting their exploration. This time one hand dipped between his legs and drew her nails from that sensitive bit below his balls up to them, drawing a low keen from him. For a while she seems content with this, fondling and kissing at his neck and listening to his beautiful sounds that he tried very hard to contain.

Though Cassia could kneel here forever, she figures it might be best to go easy on him. Rather than indulge herself she turns to press a kiss to Severus neck again, just below his ear, and says in a low voice, “Want my mouth now, Sev?”

Despite the poor angle and movement from his frantic nods Cassia sees Severus glow an even brighter red as his blush redoubles. Not wanting to torture the poor man any longer she pushes him to sit back in the arm chair. After he’s seated comfortably she presses a kiss to one knee, then the other, slowly bringing herself higher on her knees as she brings her trail of kisses to the crux of his thighs. With one last look up at Severus, who’s abandoned his attempts to strangle the armchair, she leans up to press a kiss to his weeping head then take it in her mouth and suck lightly. Immediately Severus lets out another choking sound and bucks harshly. A sputtering Cassia withdraws and wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Shit, shit, sorry.” Severus reaches for her, then jerks his hands back again. He reaches for her again. Back in hand limbo.

Cassia just laughs and says, “Trying to kill me already? I thought we were getting along, Sev.”  She rubs his thighs a bit, waiting for him to calm down, then continues “I should’ve expected you’d be a little jumpy. Want to keep going?”

“I don’t think I’ll last long. If you want to…” Severus trails off, “well, if you want to do that you should probably stop.”

“I’m asking what you want, Severus. Everything else can come later. Do you want me to keep going?” She palms his erection again and presses a kiss to his knee while she waits for his approval. As soon as Severus gives her another mortified nod she goes back to business. Pressing kisses up his thigh again to work her way back to his dick.

Severus tries to choke down a moan, and is only half successful. He thinks the resulting sound must be worse, but can’t bring himself to care. Can’t believe I ever wanted her to leave me alone. The witch is back to sucking him, and he is back in hand limbo. Again. Cassia also notices this, and decides to do something about it. She grabs his hands and places them on her head and in her hair. With a gentle squeeze she lets him go and looks up at him. This has to be a dream, he thinks, there’s no way.

Ever so softly he pushes down on her, and she follows, allowing his cock to push further into her mouth. When he pulls his hands back she pulls back with him. Severus can hardly believe this. Afraid she might disappear in a puff of smoke if he did something that might wake him from a dream. He refuses to go to fast. Still he keeps up his guidance, moaning fully when she pushes down a bit further. Merlin, he can feel her nose pressed against him.

“I’m–oh fuck,” Severus cuts himself off, still fucking into her mouth but much sloppier, “I’m gonna–”

He doesn’t finish his sentence before Cassia takes him balls deep again. This time she smiles, and hums around him. It’s all the poor man can do to hold her hair from her face, otherwise completely lax. He’s twitching wildly in her. When she taps on his thigh to get his attention it looks like he can hardly lift his own head. Somehow, he manages, and looks blearily into her eyes, stunned into silence by the sight of her. Hair perfectly ruffled and eyes crinkled at the edges, like nothing could bring her more joy than this. Like she didn’t view him as a wretched professor or a useful tool in war or some potion master or duelist that may prove handy. Like she viewed him as Severus and that was perfect for her. Maybe he’s finally lost it, he mused.

Only he can’t dwell long on this thought, because his orgasm rips through him. Someone is screaming, it might be him, and all he can feel is silky soft hair and white hot pleasure. When he becomes aware of himself again he can feel Cassia’s hair under his limp hand, and her mouth on him still. Now that it’s over all that liking him for him and caring about him stuff seems very far. The leather makes a quiet peeling sound against his skin as he shifts uncomfortably in the armchair again, all too conscious of his body and lack of clothes.

Unwilling to allow him to stew for long Cassia resettles herself in his lap. She cradles his face gently and kisses him, over and over again, until his breathing returns to regular and his face unscrews.

“Severus?” At her word his eyes open again, but he doesn’t trust himself to speak so for now he just looks. This is enough for her it seems because she flashes that dazzling smile again and presses a kiss to his nose. “Let’s get to bed, mkay?”

Just as he’s about to nod he remembers, “But you didn’t..I didn’t do anything for you?”

“Everything in its own time, Sev.”

Part 1 to this!

[undyingembers]

Hi!! Could I request 4, 5, and 10 for the RT asks please?

4. How did your RT feel about Theodora? How did they feel when she died?

Victoire was being held in an Imperial prison when Theodora personally came to collect her. While Victoire acknowledges that she owes her freedom and status to her predecessor, there isn't much on either end that engenders much affection. Theodora needed what few heirs she could scrounge up, and Victoire craved the power that being a Rogue Trader/Heir would give her.

Victoire showed all the decorum necessary when Theodora's funeral came, of course, but she can't say that she felt too sorry at her predecessor's passing. Victoire balked at the idea of playing as a mere advisor to Edelthrad. She's just thrilled at the new power she's been given.

5. What was their relationship with Edelthrad? Would your RT have been happy with an advisory role, or had they always wanted something more?

Poor, poor Edelthrad. Victoire knows she's much smarter than him, and seethed at the idea of being passed over for him. If Edelthrad hadn't died in the prologue, Victoire probably would have had him assassinated herself. Theodora should have thought this one better: take the most cunning of her heirs, and the one who has shown to have no scruples, and expect her to stay on as a mere advisor? Not very wise.

10. Which companion is your RT closest to?

Victoire doesn't form attachments. Even the people in her inner circle are just pawns. She's the Rogue Trader. Their lives are hers to do as she sees fit. She's certainly not above manipulating them or showing them feigned sweetness to get what she wants from them. The closest she will come is with her love interest Marazhai, but it's more like wanting to keep her prized possession close and why can't she stop thinking about him, needing him?

There was this one time where she comforted Cassia by telling her that she shouldn't care what the common rabble think of her abnormalities.

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"your feet are cold.” [from Caleb, Jayn or Pogue]

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Cassia snuggled up closer to Jayn's back, but it was poor Caleb who was dealing with the cold soles of her feet. It was just an unfortunate factor in sleeping like this, really. And of the fact that he was taller than her- enough that with her legs positioned how they were, her feet were at his shins as he held her from behind. "Sorry," She apologized, looking back at Caleb over her shoulder with a little pout. "I told you I was cold." Though she was quickly warming up being snuggled up in bed with her lovers. Pogue was already fast asleep on the other side of Jayn, his legs all tangled up with hers, her head tucked against his chest. She couldn't tell if Jayn was asleep yet or not, but her breathing was steady and slow as if she might have been at least on the cusp of falling asleep.

Cassia leaned forward to press a kiss to Jayn's cheek, then slowly unwrapped herself from her girlfriend and very carefully turned, instead, to face Caleb. It meant her cold feet were off of him (and barely touching Jayn because of how her legs were linked with Pogue's). It also meant that she could lean up to kiss Caleb. He'd been gone most of the day and had only just hopped into bed a couple minutes ago after showering. He wasn't fully naked- he had his boxers on- but Cassia kind of wished he had been. She was cold, yes, but she wasn't entirely tired yet. And Caleb? Well, she knew he'd had a long, stressful, day. She could think of a good way to help soothe him some... if he was up for it. If they were quiet enough, they wouldn't even wake up the others. If they were too loud, though? Well, she doubted Jayn and Pogue would be opposed to jumping in. As she leaned up to kiss him once more, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers. She was taking it slow for not, testing the waters. If he was too tired or just didn't feel up to it, he'd gently stop her and she'd listen, settle snugly against him, close her eyes, and fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. But if he didn't stop her... well, they were lucky tomorrow was Saturday and none of them had any reason to get up early.