#kassandra drabble

[thehoneybeestings]

𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬?‧₊˚──

(ft. sevika, vi, ambessa, grayson, ellie williams, abby anderson, kassandra of sparta)

Content/Warnings: x reader, no pronouns used but reader is described as wearing a dress and jewelry in ambessa's, some suggestive content for ellie's and kassandra's, mentions of smoking weed for ellie's) A/N: this will probably flop but as i was driving home with my passenger princess butch beside me, i started thinking about all of my fave characters and what their driving preferences would be... a very important subject to ponder obviously. i'm working super hard to get part two of dancer!vi x dancer!reader and sweet as honey out, but i needed a little break so this brain dump ensued and i thought i'd share with the class. please comment your contributions to my theories, or you fail the socratic seminar! (kidding we don't do those i love you my fellow socially anxious babies)

anyway, here we go, starting off with my arcane sexies:

──˚₊𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

୨ৎ okay so this may be controversial... but 𝐲𝐞𝐬, i think she is a passenger princess- BUT, only when she's with you. you're the only person she trusts with her life, so you're the only person she lets drive her, but for the longest time, you had no idea she preferred being in the passenger seat. she's a very chivalrous partner, so you got used to her volunteering to drive and assumed it was because she liked being the one driving; until, one day, she slipped up and let out a sigh when you mentioned an errand the two of you needed to run. it had already been a long day at work, friday evening traffic had been terrible on the way home, and frankly, she didn't want to be behind the wheel at all before her commute to work on monday. you ask her what the fuss is about, and she (very bashfully) admits that she actually hates driving. the poor baby is terrified you'll think she's a bad butch, but you assure her that you have no problem at all being her chauffer. she does enough for everyone around her as it is <3 (she still DD's tho that's a non-negotiable)

──˚₊𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 

୨ৎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬, she is a passenger princess. no, this was not of her own volition, nor did she get a say. not after she rolled her window down at a red light to tell the jackass who cut her off alllll about himself. her first few trips in the passenger seat are spent with crossed arms and a pout (and when she was particularly annoyed, she'd do that thing where she turned her entire body away from you and faced the window so you knew just how begrudgingly she'd taken the spot), but nowadays, she's fully embraced her role as passenger princess. she likes being on aux, or reaching over to play with your hair- and oh, she takes the best naps in the car. just sleepily reaches over for your arm, wraps both of her own around it like you're a teddy bear (for all intents and purposes, you are vi's teddy bear) and conks the fuck out. it's safe to say she's come to appreciate what the passenger seat has to offer, and every once in a while, you'll even let her flip off the shitty driver that nearly hit you while they were merging because that's love

──˚₊𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

୨ৎ 𝐲𝐞𝐬, ambessa is a passenger princess, but she won't let you touch the wheel either. instead, she hires a chauffeur, and the two of you sit in the back of the BMW together. she always has a possessive hand on your thigh and a proud grin on her face, and when you ask her what she's smiling at, she'll just say you look pretty in that dress you picked out on your trip to milan; that those diamonds look so much better around your neck than they did on the display in new york; that luxury suits you well. her secret, though, is that driving makes her a nervous wreck. she'd hired a chauffeur long before she met you, because she truly cannot stand driving. it's completely overwhelming, but again, ambessa would never admit this; would never admit a weakness. not that it concerns you, anyway. the only thing you should be concerning yourself with is sitting in the back of the BMW and looking pretty like you always do.

──˚₊𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨ৎ grayson lovesss driving you around, so its safe to say that 𝐧𝐨, she would rather you take on the role of passenger princess in your duo. she loves the way the sun peeks in through the window and catches your eyes during golden hour joyrides, the way that the cabin of her car smells like your perfume as you're on your way to dinner in the city, the way you giggle as you stick your hands out of the sunroof during late-night drives. she loves the mundane, too; opening and closing your door for you every single time you enter or exit the car, dropping you off and picking you up from work, rolling up to a drive-through and resting her hand on the small of your back with a warm smile as you lean over and order your favorite milkshake. you are grayson's princess, through and through, spoiled rotten. essentially, whenever there's a chance for her to keep you from lifting a finger, she's taking it.

now for my TLOU II ladies...

──˚₊𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐬

୨ৎ hell 𝐧𝐨, she all but gets off on you being in the passenger seat of her truck! and i could leave it at that! but of course i'll elaborate. on a real note, ellie does prefer to drive because she prefers to be one who's focused and in control on the road. if you insist, she'll let you drive, but it has to be in your car. no one drives ellie's truck but ellie. and yes, you tease her about it all of the time, but she lets you, because there's nothing like picking you up from work and smoking you out, watching with an amused smile as you get all loose and giggly in the passenger seat. and if you do the thing where you look up at her through heavy eyes, batting your lashes and asking for another hit in that voice you know makes her melt, she'll just hand the the joint over with a smirk pulling at her lips, knowing damn well her passenger princess is about to find herself laid out in the backseat.

──˚₊𝐀𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

୨ৎ so here's the thing: abby is suchhhh a backseat driver. it's one of the only things you fight about, and when you do, it gets ugly, because you know abby and that damn ego. she thinks she's right about everything. but it isn't one of these fights that lands her in the driver's seat for good; instead, it's the third missed turn in a row on a road trip back to your hometown. she asks you to pull into a gas station, and you assume it's so that she can figure out where the fuck you guys are and reroute the GPS, but then she reaches over to place her hand on your cheek and asks you- in that soft voice she only uses when she's speaking to you- to let her take over. and you realize, she was never trying to give you a hard time for your terrible sense of direction. she just wants to take care of her baby. so, you and abby decide that, 𝐧𝐨, she is not a passenger princess. plus, you've gotta, admit; she looks damn good with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

and last, but certainly not least, my favorite womanizer on the list:

──˚₊𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚 (𝐀𝐂: 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲)

୨ৎ gonna try not to make this super thirsty or super long but gods help me she makes it hard. anyway. not sure why, but i headcanon modern!kass as being kind of a car girl. not in an obnoxious douchey way, though. she just likes nice cars. she's got a fancy sports car, manual like she's used to driving back home in greece, still spotless inside and out despite her having had it for years. so, needless to say: 𝐧𝐨, kassandra is not a passenger princess. not with a car that sexy. not when it drives that nice. sexy sports car aside, kass is a gentlewoman, so she prefers to drive you around regardless. the one time you convinced her to let you take the wheel was toward the beginning of your relationship; she'd just gotten back from her annual trip to kefalonia, and you offered to drive her home from the airport, expecting that she'd curl up in the passenger seat and get some much-needed rest. instead- despite the near 24 hours of traveling she'd just endured- she couldn't keep her damn heart-eyes off of you. eventually, she couldn't keep her hands off of you, so she booked a room in a nice hotel for the night. just to break up the trip home. no other reason. (okay that's a lie but can u blame her u hadn't seen each other in a month!) you don't get to drive her back home from the airport again, though, because it only took that one month away from you for her to decide she wouldn't be going back to greece without you.

thank you all for being passenger princesses in the ride that was my 2 am thoughts.

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

[howtotrainabraincell]

Assassin's Creed characters height versus mine - Part 2

A/N: Once again in case Part 1 wasn’t seen I’m 5’7 and three quarters but I go in the 5’7 category lol. On this list I think I’m only taller than/equal in height to one person.

Kassandra of Sparta is quite tall and stands just under 6'0 tall. Looking at her I'd say she's either 5'11 - 5'12 (Longlegs could certainly be a nickname for her looolll she's tall!)

Alexios of Sparta is also just under 6'0 feet tall. Would also say he's around 5'11 - 5'12 as he and his sister stand about the same.

Leonardo da Vinci was 5'9 in real life and in the game he’s just a bit shorter than Ezio who stands at 6’0.

Adewale is said to be around 6'0 tall and we allll know that he’s taller than Edward.

Yusuf Tazim's height is unknown, but he stands quite similar in height to Ezio is known to be 6'0. Giving a guess I'd say that he's about 5'10, not quite 6’0 but still tall.

Malik Al Sayf's height is unknown, but he's not far off from Altair's height of 6'0. I'd say that he's just a tad shorter standing at about 5'10 - 5'11. Perfect height for smacking the Novice LOOOLLL

Henry Green/Jayadeep Mir is said to be 6'0 (I honestly do not know if this is accurate, but I looked it up and that's what it said). He is taller than Evie who is 5’6, and has a seemingly long and slender form so it makes sense.

Bayek of Siwa is said to be at least taller than 5'6 but no taller than 6'0 feet. The man is quite tall, so I'd say he's at least 5'9/5'10, he’s built like an Egyptian pyramid and tall like them too!

Eivor Varinsdottir/Varinsson is said to be around 5'7 (although they're head cannoned to be taller around 6’0 and plus - THO I did see one that said Eivor is around 5’6)

[jennrypan]

Let's go down the line of fuckassary: LONG ASS POST AHEAD.

1: Gaia looked and acted like everyone else. She should've been WAY angrier, she should be pissed at Persephone for bringing about winter first of all. Should be pissed that she was a sleep and NOTHING got better over the centuries. But sure, she's giggling and happy.

(I liked that she shoved her hand in Ouranos' chest tho.)

2: It's soo funny that people keep SAYING that Persephone and Hades have true love but the comic hasn't showed us that ever 🤨, like if anything those two losers are obsessed with each other. Be so fr.

3: Once again..this should be Persephones story/POV but its in Hades' always. Fascinating.

4: "You have to spend 3 months away from your sugar daddy" OH NOOOO BUT WEVE BEEN APART FOR SO LONGB 🥺. God. At this point does she even NEED to be in the Mortal Realm fr?? Like..Demeter, Metis and Rhea are back now so..what's her purpose there.

5: The way Gaia just isn't. Gaia is baffling. Anyways. Demeter FINALLY found out what happened to Persephone but she's not..having a moment with her daughter?? Not talking to her about it?? Okay.

6: As usual. They're eager to have sex cuz that's the only thing they do. "I can't wait to see that ass--" ..how very Zeus and Posedion of you quote on quote romantic 🤨

7: She gets her coronation but..didn't she already have that when she married Hades?? Ig not then. Also..Apollo just got a slap on the wrist, not surprising.

DEMETER GOT PUNISHED MORE THAN HIM??? Hell the Titans got punished more than that bitch what the fuck??? God.

8: The disrespect to Zeus is so. 😶 Zeus would literally not sit back quietly for this shit the fuck??? Also..Hera didn't divorce Zeus all those years and now she did ?? And she's what..gonna get with Echo now??? Fascinating. Zeus needs to start tossing rocks. Rachel did Zeus and Heras relationship so fucking DIRTY!!!! GOD!! FUCKING DAMMIT. I hate how she wrote them. Anyways.

9: The Mortal Realm is a lot easier cuz Hades is there?? YOU WERE BORN THERE!!! ITS YOUR HOME!! You ungrateful ass spawn. It wasn't that fun cuz you didn't have a man there?? Insane.

10: The way Persephone clearly doesn't love her own mother is sickening actually. Like..we can't even have them talking to each other?? Dancing?? Even the comment about her doesn't have that much emotion. Also..Dionysus' hair looks goofy, and I guess Hades is all for bringing back mortals now despite making a big stink about it in season 1 but whatever. Yay Semele.

11: "hera just gives him busy work" ..He's literally the king. Literally-- oh my god. "His powers having been the same" which..MEANS WHAT?? And the way Zeus would literally not be happy about this shit is so-- UGH. God it's infuriating. Hades and Posedion clearly don't give a shit about their brother if they aren't concerned about his fucking powers 'not being same'??? Die.

12: Echo needs to stand SEVERAL feet away from Hera. That ship is so god damn tasteless and unnecessary. If you're gonna give hera a new love interest. Maybe give them actual moments?? Make it make sense!!

13: "Ares is still a dog!" *cue laugh track sound*, god this is so..why ?? Ares, baby I'm so sorry people keep disrespecting you in every iteration 🤦‍♀️

14: ignoring the Artemis bit cuz she wasn't relevant for any of the major plots and she still isn't. Anyways. Hades stay the FUCK away from Thanatos. "They can have conversations" oh?? How fascinating. Hades just NOW deciding to care about Thanatos doesn't make up for years of his neglect.

15: Persephone, Ares and Aphrodite should beat Eros' ass for being useless about Apollo. I still think that. Eros is an ass of a friend.

16: 'new powers' ..Girl your powers are basically your old powers with one extra step. Shut UP!!! anyways. (No one cares about kassandra, sorry not sorry. Who was worried about that )

17: Hades and Persephones millionth drabble of nonsense fluff. They're not saying anything new, nor are they doing anything new. I do like the art tho. It's just..baffling how..they're relationship started soo much nonsense and we're suppose to see it as a good thing??

THIS is a good ending??

Nevermind the fact Persephone didn't spend time with her friends or her MOTHER, nevermind the fact Zeus and Posedion don't even get to speak to their mother either.

Hera, Hestia and Demeter don't have a moment with Metis either.

Like..what was the point of bringing them back if you weren't gonna bring it to a satisfying conclusion?? Absolutely insane

Also..Eileithyias design is ass. It's sooo boring. It's literally just pilot Hebe but darker. Oh wow she's yellow with purple eyes??? Insidious. Also she just looks boring and bland to be the daughter of the literal king and queen but sure. Give us nothing.

And..again with making the children boring copies of one specific parent! Macaria is so..boring to look at just like Melinoe. Also...hades can..have kids now?? 🤨 okay.

So basically..this was insane from start to finish.

This wasn't a good conclusion. It was absolutely a wreck.

[call-me-kat-astrophe]

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

OPEN / CLOSED

PLEASE NOTE BEFORE REQUESTING that i have the right to refuse any material i am not comfortable writing or if i simply don't have the inspiration for it so please be kind and understanding ♡

if you don't specify whether you want an imagine, a headcanon or a drabble then i will choose what i think the request best suits as.

if a character is not included in this list then i will not write for them and please don't ask me to.

☆ I DO NOT WRITE anything to do with piss, scat, non-con, zoophilia, incest or fauxcest.

☆ I DO WRITE fluff, angst & smut (such as dub-con, p in v, cunnilingus, blow jobs, and other certain kinks such as size difference, bandage, dom/sub, daddy, choking, etc)

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Lenny Summers

Kieran Duffy

Hosea Matthews

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Sadie Adler

Karen Jones

Tilly Jackson

Abigail Roberts

Molly O'Shea

CALL OF DUTY

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish

John Price

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

STARDEW VALLEY

Sebastian

Sam

Harvey

Shane

Elliot

Alex

Hailey

Emily

Abigail

Penny

Leah

Maru

BALDUR'S GATE 3

Astarion

Karlach

Wyll

Gale

Shadowheart

Lae'zel

Minthara

Halsin

Rolan

PALIA

Reth

Jina

Tish

Hodari

Hassian

Kenyatta

Nai'o

Jel

Einar

Tamala

Subira

Sifuu

Ashura

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

Ellie Williamson

ASSASSIN'S CREED

Eivor Varinsdottir

Kassandra of Sparta

Deimos (Alexios)

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Guess who actually prepared for a prompt event in advance for once

In case the image is being difficult, I'm attempting Kinktober this year, using a custom prompt list. There are 24 prompts in total, eight per character, because my uni timetable would make posting on Mondays and the final two Fridays of October impossible. The drabbles will be under 1k words each - realistically, closer to 500

Below the cut are the prompts, sorted by character, with their corresponding upload dates. I'll create a separate masterlist for the event when it gets rolling. As always, men and minors DNI

None of the prompts are dead-dove, and all will be written as I would usually (reader has a vulva, and their sexual depiction will align with stone bottom boundaries)

Kassandra:

1st - face-sitting

7th - sparring

10th - size kink

13th - orgasm denial

15th - semi-public sex

18th - aphrodisiacs (no illicit substances)

24th - dumbification

31st - breathplay

Eivor:

3rd - roleplay

5th - underwater

8th - primal play

11th - sex pollen

17th - dry humping

22nd - interrogation play (fully consensual, no cnc)

25th - writing

28th - spanking

Soma:

4th - marking

6th - temperature play (changed from day 12)

12th - hypnosis

14th - shackles

19th - hand-gagging

21st - corruption

26th - knife play (no blood will be drawn)

29th - dacryphilia (fuck-off fancy word for crying kink)

[manystagesofmal]

Drabble: Photograph

Under readmore for length

"Who the hell did you piss off?!" Mal balked, her hand just inches from the tiny framed photo on her desk. The client looked up at her with crazed desperation, clutching at her own shoulders as if they would fall off her body.

"Why does that matter?!" the middle aged client barked back, glaring up at Mal with pure hatred. "You have to destroy it! This thing is ruining my life!"

Mal looked from the client in the chair across the desk, back to the framed photo. It was of another woman, smiling happily, against a backdrop of mountains on a sunny day. But Mal could feel something off from the photo with her fingers just inches from touching it. The photo was emanating heat as though it was on fire, there were slight vibrations in the air as though it was trying to shake off the frame it was trapped in. There was something very wrong with this photograph, it was too full of hatred. How does she even try to explain this to a client, who by the look of the cold sweat she was breaking out in, didn't want to hear it.

Mal opted to sit down and try a calmer approach.

"This won't be a simple job." she started. "If it's ruining your life, it's because it's actively trying to. Something is tied to it that is actually out to get you, no joke. So, I'm gonna need some context to get started."

"What the hell could you possibly need to know?!" the client barked again. "It's evil, it's trying to ruin me! Stop looking at it, it's lying!" Mal flinched at the sudden change of topic, and just opted to put the photo face down on the desk. Doing so instantly caused pain, like a static shock that raced up her entire arm, but it only lasted a second.

"Fine." Mal sighed. "Lemme put it to you this way. It's possessed." It was not, the actual explanation was going to be too lengthy. "If I don't know who or what is doing it, then trying to make it go away or destroy it is just going to make things worse for you." If looks could kill, her client would have murdered her several times over. Mal tried not to care. "Look, it's bothering you in ways I don't understand. If you don't want to go into the details, it's fine, but I can't do anything without any information at all. I won't tell anyone, I won't even charge extra for my silence. Who or what is trying to ruin your life so I can make them stop?"

The client hesitated, eyes darting to the picture to ensure it was still face down before releasing her shoulders to rub at her face in exhaustion.

"Kassandra Parr." she relented. "A... family friend. She died six months ago. Then this... appeared a week after she died, and... I can't get it to leave me alone! I can't burn it or throw it away or anything! I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do if I can't get rid of it!"

"Why would Kassandra Parr haunt you with a picture?"

The client immediately turned red in the face with anger, which made Mal sigh and pinch her nose.

"Have you tried appeasing her at all? Visiting her resting spot, making right what you did wr-"

"WHY WOULD I OWE HER ANYTHING?!" the client roared, tears forming in her eyes. "SHE TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! SHE TOOK MY PARENTS, SHE TOOK MY JOB, SHE TOOK MY BOYFRIEND, SHE TOOK EVERYTHING!"

The yelling caused Mal's Doberman pincher, Troy, to stand up and start barking and growling. "Troy, sit." Mal barked back, then she looked back at her client. "You too, sit down and be quiet! Or I'll throw you out!" The client looked outraged, but did as demanded.

"Alright," Mal decided, "I think I can handle destroying it. Severing a link of hatred this strong is gonna be costly, and I'm not just talking about money."

"I'll pay anything." the client growled, still staring hatred at Mal. "Just get rid of it."

Mal took out her work contract and a thick red book from her desk. "Read and sign here." she pointed to the contract, setting the book right next to it. "And put your other hand here as you do so and while I work. This is called severing, and it will cut the ties the haunting has to you completely. Doing so will have side effects, as seen in your contract. I can also show you the page in the book where it-"

"Just do it!" the client barked, slamming her left hand on the book and signing the unread contract with her right hand. So, Mal sighed and got to work. From her desk came a necklace of black pearls, a black ivory wand, and a container of salt. Making a salt circle on a bare spot on her desk, she placed the necklace in the center and the picture and frame on top of it. Tapping the center of the picture with her wand, she started speaking quietly to Kassandra Parr in Enochian.

The picture moved as Mal watched and spoke. The woman in the picture brought her hand up to wave, which made Mal stop. As she watched, her client walked into the picture beside the woman, the two were smiling and talking. Some happy news must have been shared as the two then made happy hand movements, hugged, and the client held the woman at arms length to say something. Then the woman was shoved down out of frame, not to be seen again.

Mal's blood froze at the sight, but she continued to work. Whatever story happened here, whatever these two had, it was ultimately none of her business. But her eyes remained fixated on the past version of the client in the picture, whose smile was that of relieved retribution. Eventually, the picture was faded completely to black before it and the frame crumbled to ashes on the counter.

"It's done." Mal assured, pulling the black pearls from the ashes. "Now, give me your left hand so I can see what the severing will do to you."

"...what are you talking about?" the client snapped, obeying anyway. Mal put the pearls in her hand, and then gave the client a very serious look.

"This is serious, so you're not going to interrupt me again." Mal insisted, focusing on the transferred energy from the black pearl necklace. "...So the good news is that the photo I destroyed will never bother you again. You're no longer tied to the hatred it was giving you. You will never see this picture again." Mal then gave a sigh as she translated the energies being given off. "The bad news is that she's going to find another outlet to torment you with. Her hatred and pain is strong, it's going to take more than this to ultimately get rid of her influence." She took back the necklace and started putting her tools away and cleaning up her desk. "I'd advise finding this woman's resting spot and making peace with a stronger professional than me. I can give you some names and numbers that can help. Until then, I advise to stay away from photos or anything that can make a photo or video. Otherwise, it's going to come back."

The client started to go red in the face again.

"Then, you did all of that for nothing?!"

"I did what you asked. If you want me to do more, it's going to cost more and take longer."

"I'm not paying you a cent, you haven't done anything!"

Mal held up the signed contract with a frown.

"Small claims say otherwise, but fine. I still have the ability to facetime on my phone. Do you? Wanna find out?"

The client balked, grabbed her purse, and stormed out. Mal shrugged, picking up her phone to set a court date and file a police report.

Of all things in this world of shadows, eldritch, otherworldly, and ungodly, humans continued to be the thing that surprised Mal the most. How evil they could be, how thoughtless, how vengeful and unyielding in the face of consequences. How shallow and vein, how quick to escalate, how quick to dismiss. And while humans were still the second more scariest things in this world, they were still among the worst monsters to exist.

[musemuseum-a]

Kassandra Soren | Bio

Name: Kassandra Delilah Soren Nicknames: Kass, Kassie, Face Claim: Quinta Brunson Pronouns: she/her Age: 34 DoB: November 3 Orientation: heterosexual Occupation: advertising executive Personality (+): friendly, Personality (-): Biography:

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[cornus27florida]

Thank you for loving their names, I made them simply to have alphabetical CPC members

So Xhloe should be Chloe but I like X followed by hloe, also Urienda &Hyllisia aren't real name but like commander Tattersal I feel like how it sounds

Also I kinda hope the princels name gonna be P(aul) and Q(uinton) so we have OPQ as initial with the canon princels member is Orson

Drabbles of OC minor background CPC members that I explored in the reblog!!

-> Remind me of theory that Monochrome and Plaid kingdom related 👀

This works too

Foliage kingdom parents aren't barren as having 7 sons

Yet Floral kingdom royalty are barren hence the need to transforming plants to be princesses = Yuzu as a fruit, and Violet as a flower, are princesses which come from plant brought to life.. They're having plant physiology such as 'sleeping' when sun down and greenish tint of skin but unlike Gwen's is not that visible in their clothing

Violet and Yuzu technically 'sisters' from floral kingdom, their parents are barren hence they're resolving to brought life of 🌱plants. As they're technically not human but plant, their physique limited like no night 'life' to them as they're sleeping instead at that time

Personally I like (more tend to symphatize with) prince Jimothy, rarely seen member

Imagine the pain to be able to hear any 'negative' thoughts nearby, headache is daily occurrence

Karloi from utensil kingdom, Saffron's buddy is a BBQ tongs brought to life but only for the day.. If night come he back to the tongs

Xhloe used 4 of her 10 words limit when commenting Whitney's color game

Kassandra could be from Ruffle kingdom, her curse of can't stop talking is the opposite of Xhloe

Fiona as swapped body with water nymph, tends to always draw near water bodies such as the pond near the CPC

Elena is Aurelia look-alike, but everyone okay with it by not making it a big deal at all

Hyllisia's curse as always feel ridiculous make her fashion always off-matched but she learns to not giving care about her appearance

Irene can't wear crowns as anything put on head will give gradual consequence from feeling itchy to literal fire, her backstory is silly one as she caught up giddily laughing at a witch weird hat thus she cursed with that curse -> her kingdom is rigid, she can't be the heir if can't wearing crown so she be like "the hell with it" & part of CPC member ever since

Uriendra and Kassandra is BFF like Aurelia and Renée, with both cursed to can't stop one's activity (of talking, or eating)

Zayneea is arabic name (meaning:adornment) and her appearance could match middle east folk! Emotion mismatch curse is, will laughing when feeling sad and will crying when feel happy which give her lot of troubles before

Day 1 Royalty (HC)

Royalty: you could born with royalty if either (or both) of your parents are royal members, or you could married to one.. but is being Royalty make you so rigid (with rules, like Plaid and Polygon kingdom) or could be kind people (like Pastel kingdom?

Also fanon theories about CPC minor background characters kingdom!

Basically assuming the princel names The added fanon names are:

Elena (mimicry curse, locked to mimics Aurelia) - quatrefoil kingdom

Fiona (swapped body with a water nymph) - Damask

Hyllisia (always feel ridiculous) - Ikat kingdom

Irene (always feel uncomfortable whenever wears anything on top of her head) - Tartan

Jimothy (devastation mind reader's curse) - US medicine insurance kingdom

Karloi (BBQ tongs brought to life, changes back to tongs every night) - utensil kingdom

Kassandra (can't stop mutter/talk) - ruffle kingdom

Leonora (gender swap curse) - trellis kingdom

Paul (ear princel, no curse) - beige kingdom Quinton (trash princel, no curse) - zigzag kingdom

Uriendra (can't stop snacking, unless on certain condition like prepare to baths or sleeps) - basketweave kingdom

Violet (violet flower brought to life) - Floral

Xhloe (only speak max 10 words per hour, near mute and opposite of Kassandra) - vernicular kingdom

Yuzu (an orange brought to life) - Floral

Zayneea (emotion mismatch curse) - checker kingdom

[aquila-v]

Eivor x Kassandra 💋

"Go on Kassandra, say it." Eivor stared at the Grecian beside her, still catching her breath from her unearthly climax. Was this warrior Freyja incarnate? How was such sex even possible?

"Say what?" replied Kassandra with a grin.

"You wish to say something humorous and annoying. It is your way," said Eivor.

"I do not!" gasped Kassandra. "What an outrageous accusation."

Eivor scratched her head. "Hmm, OK then. Well I did not mean to offend."

"Apology accepted, Eivor Kassandrasdottir." Kassandra smirked.

"That is not my name," growled Eivor with a frown.

"Oh yes it is." Kassandra turned and winked at the viking. "Because I am your daddy now."

[alethiometry]

[fic] promises to keep

fandom: assassin’s creed characters: kassandra, ratonhnhaké:ton/connor, eivor (mentioned) word count: 5,148 rating: g

summary: while visiting an old friend, kassandra makes a new one.

notes: in terms of series timeline, the events of this fic take place after the end of the main ac3 storyline, but before tyranny of king washington. slight spoilers for: a fated encounter (kassandra dlc in acv), ac3 main story + tokw (sort of).

read here @ ao3!

[whitecrownsblackthrones-archived]

An overly nervous Arabella’s eyes passed between those that sat at the table with her. The dining room of Front Palace was hardly ever used for dinner parties, that was what the banquet hall was for, but given the small amount of people here, it was more fitting. Still, the viscount’s illegitimate daughter felt as if she did not belong here, among these ladies of not only higher rank, but of true noble blood.

The Crown Princess Ann sat at one of the most center seat at the table, with her younger sister, Princess Suzanne, across from her. On Ann’s left was Arabella, suiting for her as Ann’s lady-in-waiting, & on her right was her other lady-in-waiting, Kassandra Bexley, with Lady Cherry Dorweal being beside Arabella, & Lady Adelaida Marsh being beside Kassandra. On Sue’s left was her one & only lady-in-waiting, the beautiful Mary Bexley, & on her right was the only other noblewoman the princess liked, Lady Zatanna Dorweal, with Catherine Bexley being seated beside her sister Mary.

It was only a ladies' luncheon. Not abnormal for there to be between a group of noble ladies that were close with one another, it was no different from a tea party really, but with the dreadful summer heat outside, an indoor luncheon was the better choice.

Maids quietly hustled around the table, placing perfectly prepared & plated lamb loins & side salads before each noble lady, & offering to pour red wine into their empty wine glasses, as they have only had water up until now. Arabella was ever even quieter, however, watching as Mary, Catherine Kassandra & Adelaide whispered gossips to each other, & the three Bexley siblings caught up with one another. As well as Cherry, Zatanna, Suzanne & Ann chatted as a pair of siblings did, with the lot of them all beginning to start into their lamb loins.

“...��� Meanwhile, Arabella had yet to even speak outside of the greetings she gave to everyone when she first arrived, began into her side salad first. The viscountess’s scolding of always having to mind her manners & weight having been well hammered into her skull, always eat the healthy choice first, it’s better for you.

“Lady Arabella, is your lamb alright?”

“Ah-” The red-headed jointed up rightly, not expecting anyone to speak to her. “... Oh, uh. I haven’t tried it yet, I always eat salads first if their provided. B-but I’m sure it’s delicious!”

“It is!” A clearly quite pleased Cherry stated, before properly filling her mouth with her third slice of lamb out of the five on the plate, while everyone else had only started into their second slices.

“Don’t be coy, St.Buckingham.” Sue began, fork full of lamb. “We invited you to lunch, you might as well indulge in some of the finest dining you’ll ever eat in Camellia.” The princess was well aware of the dietary practices of the nobility, especially of the lower ranks of noble women. Women who did not have the same status & wealth of the higher ranks, so were expected to be beautiful to make up for such; especially by their parents. This was not a time for diet monitoring.

Arabella felt her face flush a bit, but... who is she to say no to a princess? Salad fork is placed down, & she picks up the dinner fork instead. Taking a slice of lamb onto said fork &...

“...!” Oh. Oh my. It was delicious! Juicy, yet not with an unpleasant squishy texture. It was the finest piece of meat she had ever tasted, better then anything she’s ever had even at the Viscount St. Buckingham’s estate. “It’s... it’s amazing!” The red-head couldn’t help but cry out between chews, eyes wide. Unladylike, but it made Cherry, Zatanna & Adelaide chuckle.

“You should get used to it, Lady Arabella.” Mary looked to the Viscount’s daughter with a smile. “As the crown princess’s new lady-in-waiting, you will be dining with royalty a bit more regularly now.”

“Dining... with royalty more regularly?” Both the suggestion, & having the radiant beauty of Mary Bexley smile at her, brought a new flush of color to Arabella’s cheeks. How, what could she, a illegitimate child of a low ranking nobleman, have done to deserve such a honor? This was hardly befitting of someone of half-blood, yet she felt so blessed. “I’m... I’m honored for even this single meal. Are you sure your royal highness wishes to have me around for more meals?”

“Of course I do!” Ann’s answer was quite quick. Like she didn’t need to think about it. “You are wonderful company, Lady Arabella, sweet, kind & humble, prefect to be my lady.”

“...” Shoot, she was being to nice. Why was the heir to the Camellian throne being so nice to a rotten half-blood? Arabella knows that it’s a secret, but still, she feels like this kindness to be given to someone of real noble blood, like the ladies at this very table. “You are... much too kind to me, your royal highness, I’m blessed.”

[exposicion-narrativa]

Cierto día en el que la diosa Artemisa deambulaba por los bosques de la Hélade, se cruzó con una manada de lobos en la entrada de una cueva. Invisible a todos y a todo por voluntad propia, se acercó a los animales y admiró su belleza. Algunos tenían un denso pelo de color gris, marrón… mientras otros de un color blanco. Tal fue su fascinación por ese animal, que le dotó de unas fauces fuertes para cazar a su presa, un olfato muy sensible para seguir un rastro y un aullido para comunicarse con los suyos. Satisfecha con su trabajo, siguió su camino.

No muy lejos de allí, en un pequeño arroyo, se encontraban una cierva y su cervatillo calmando su sed. La diosa advirtió que el pequeño no hacía mucho que acababa de nacer y que tendría pocas posibilidades si la manada de lobos lo acechaba a él y a su madre. Apiadándose de esta criatura, le proporcionó unas patas largas para poder correr grandes distancias y, cuando fuera mayor y estuviera preparado, le crecería una gran cornamenta para impresionar a las hembras y hacer frente a sus rivales. Satisfecha con su trabajo, siguió su camino.

No pasó mucho tiempo para que se topara, en esta ocasión, con un joven cazador. Carecía de experiencia, reconoció la diosa de inmediato. Pero no podía concederle unas grandes fauces ni una cornamenta como a las bestias, así que esta vez le regaló la habilidad para reconocer todas las diversas huellas del bosque, la paciencia del más sabio y un arco siempre certero en su disparo. Satisfecha con su trabajo, siguió su camino...

Estas semanas estoy volviendo a jugar AC Odyssey y (¡por fin!) sus dos expansiones. Hace unos días hice una misión que consistía en contarle a un grupo de niños el mito de Perseo, una escena bastante entrañable por parte de la fascinación de los pequeños y la consideración de Kassandra.

Entonces me imaginé cómo sería hoy en día explicarle a unos niños temas más actuales mediante un mito, así que escogí la Teoría de la evolución y el proceso de adaptación y aprendizaje, temas que siempre me han resultado muy interesantes, y de ahí surgió este pequeño drabble.

Es una tontería, lo sé, pero quería compartirlo.

[arcgeminga]

Today is your birthday and father’s day…. That must mean you are a father! Congratulations! (dumps a baby in Aspros’ arm) Make sure to take good care of the baby.

"HEY"

♕┊ Aspros held the little some-days-old baby awkwardly in his arms. He hated the idea of being a parent, and this was a nightmare for him!!

"Get your ass back here!" He called out to the person who abandoned the child in his arms. Today was his birthday!! Not babysitting day!!!

Fuck this so-called 'Father's Day'!

Defteros peeked at the 'new father' from behind a pillar. Although he had his mask on, Aspros could tell that his brother was grinning.

"Another orphan?" Defteros asked with laughter in his voice. Aspros had to roll his eyes at his brother's comment.

"I'm taking it to an orphanage."

"Don't do that. Let Sage take care of him. Her? What gender is your new baby?"

"I don't care, and please don't joke like that."

Defteros walked forward and took the baby from Aspros' arms while he joked, "Well, they did give the baby to you. I guess that makes me an uncle." Aspros cringed as he watched his brother cradle the baby. The more he pondered about it, the more really did hate the idea of being a father.

Aspros reached out to seize the child again, intending to do good on his promise of sending the little thing to the orphanage in the villa below, but to his surprise, Defteros pulled away and stared at Aspros with all seriousness.

"You're seriously not taking them to the orphanage, are you?" something in Defteros' voice sounded like a warning. Aspros blinked a few times to register the gravity. Apparently, that was very important to his little brother.

"Defteros," Aspros cocked his head in skepticism. "Sanctuary isn't a place for kids. Besides, Hasgard runs an orphanage. It'll be fine." As those words were coming out of his mouth, he could see the deepening pessimism in his brother's striking, blue eyes. As soon as the last word fell from his lips, it was followed by a sigh as Aspros gently conceded.

"You know what... fine. I won't take it to the orphanage. But it's not staying in this part of Sanctuary either."

The statement caused Defteros to furrow his brows deeply while the little baby wriggled against his broad chest. "..."

"...Fine. I'll see if Sage can do anything," Aspros finally pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He can't believe he folded like a wet noodle for his brother's stubbornness over a baby.

The declaration made the gloom in Defteros' eyes lighten.

"Good," Aspros heard his brother mutter, and he couldn't help but glance up at the ceiling in exasperation. He wasn't even paying attention when his brother took the baby to one of the hidden rooms within the Temple.

What a pain in the ass this was! Now he had to explain the situation to the damn Patriarch and secretly hope that Sage is cold-hearted enough to turn the child away. But knowing that old man, he'll probably comply with keeping the baby somehow...

"Hey, Aspros!" Defteros' voice cut through the irritating thoughts like a warm knife. Aspros could only hum loudly to acknowledge him as he started walking to the other exit of the Gemini Temple.

"Pick a random girl's name!"

"What?" Oh... so it's a girl? Okay, that's a little better. She can be a little housekeeper for the Temples. "Kassandra."

"Okay."

What Aspros didn't know as he walked out of the Temple was that Defteros was doting on the little girl, wordlessly making promises to be as good of an uncle as Sisyphus is to Regulus.

[semperintrepida]

Fledgling

Kassandra learned the enormity of the price on her head as soon as she reached the outskirts of Sami, by the way the townspeople dropped their eyes as she passed, their whispers carrying the words "Cyclops" and "coin" and "dead" across the salty air. That the Cyclops searched for her was nothing new. What was new was the bounty he'd sponsored, backed by cold, hard drachmae—enough to buy a family passage off the island. Enough to start a new life. After fifteen years in Kephallonia, Kassandra knew everyone in Sami by name, and they knew hers. But the Kephallonian Way was to look out for yourself first. Old friends could easily become new dangers.

She tied Phobos's halter to a picket line near the market, mildly surprised that her hands were steady as she worked the rope into a knot. Markos's constant scheming had brought them constant trouble; trouble she'd always been able to get them out of thanks to her intimidating presence and the occasional application of fists. But there was a big difference between punching thugs and crossing blades with a real mercenary, especially the kind that would go after a bounty as sizeable as the one on her head right now. The churn in her guts was getting harder to ignore. She swallowed hard and patted Phobos's neck, feeling solid muscle under her palm. Maybe he'd lend her some of his strength while she figured out what the Hades she was going to do now.

The market was bustling as always, with the shouts of merchants and children hanging in the air and a menagerie of animals pecking and scratching in the salt-crusted dust. It was only a short walk to the docks, and that's where she'd start asking questions. Some mercenary had to have picked up her contract by now, and she needed to know who she was up against. Trade goods weren't the only things unloaded from ships.

It was impossible to ignore the hush that followed her. Voices lowered. And was she imagining those mothers pulling their children close and whispering in their ears? "Don't end up like poor Kassandra, children. Killed by a real misthios."

She needed her information quick, and then to get herself gone, away from Sami where she could plan her next moves. She snagged the shipbuilder's boy by his tunic as he scurried past and got him talking by flashing a coin. Yes, a ship had arrived yesterday with passengers. Yes, a bunch of them were armed, but they mostly stuck close to one really rich guy who wore blue robes. Except for the mercenary. He kept to himself.

"A mercenary, eh?"

The boy nodded. "He's not as big as you, but the sailors said he had fists made of stone and that he could knock a bull out with one punch."

Kassandra flipped the drachma into his palm, and she sat back on her haunches and watched him disappear into the bustle of the dockyard. She knew of only one man who matched the sailors' description, and that was Talos the Stone Fist. He'd done jobs in Kephallonia before, always for the Cyclops, who was the only one on the island with enough drachmae to pay a misthios's rates. Kassandra had never crossed paths with him, but she knew he was old for a mercenary. Not that that mattered much—any steps he'd lost to age were made up for by experience. His years had been spent fighting real battles for real coin, not roughing up thugs and knocking over merchants' pots for pitiful handfuls of drachmae. The thought of it sent a chill down the back of her neck. Talos could still be in Sami. He could still be in the dockyard. He could be watching her right now.

She resisted the urge to wrap her hand around the handle of her sword. Instead, she rose to her feet and strode up the path back to the market, setting her shoulders and playing up the swagger, trying to project a confidence she didn't really feel to the eyes she knew were following her.

Phobos saw right through it, of course, and he snorted softly into her hair and nudged his muzzle into her chest as she untied him and gathered up the reins. "It's all right, boy," she said. "We're not in trouble yet."

She set out towards Pali. If Talos wanted to find her, she'd make him look in the shadowed forests of the Cursed Valley. And she wasn't planning to hide, for she had far too many tasks yet to be done: Drucilla the bowyer still had a missing shipment of lumber that needed finding. And the temple priestess still needed Kassandra to retrieve that missing spear. And the Cyclops himself had to be dealt with once and for all...

She'd handle them one thing at a time.

~~

At the lumberyard, it didn't take Kassandra long to figure out that Drucilla's wayward shipment had been looted by bandits, and clumsy ones at that. They'd left fragments of wood behind, and deep gouges raked the forest duff into a trail that pointed straight to a nearby shipyard as brightly as one of Apollo's arrows.

She watched the bandits from a hidden perch on a rocky escarpment overlooking the dock, while Ikaros circled high overhead and the sun sank to meet the water at the horizon's edge. There were seven bandits by her count: four tasked with moving the lumber closer to the dock, and three to keep watch. As she watched them struggle with their misbegotten goods, dusk smeared the sky orange and purple, and in due time, Helios's disappearing chariot lit a sunpath over the water as the shadows darkened a trail down to the docks.

The first bandit was too easy; he wasn't even looking in the right direction, instead distracted by one of the many chickens roaming about. She approached him from behind and wrapped one arm around his neck while covering his mouth with her other hand, pulling her forearm tight against the side of his throat until his body went limp beneath her.

The next four were grouped together, and she took the first two by bashing their heads against each other like rotten melons. Another bandit went down with a palm strike to the forehead, but she couldn't get to the last before he'd turned tail with a shout. Torches were lit and the remaining bandits went into full alert, but there were only three of them now and those were the kind of odds that she liked.

She drew her sword and her broken spear and faced the nearest bandit as he attacked in a headlong rush, blindly, stupidly, giving up the numbers advantage in his panicked charge. Three against one was a challenge. One against one made her smile, and she swept his blade aside with the point of her spear and slammed the pommel of her sword into his nose as hard as her strength would let her. He dropped to the ground with a howl and a spray of blood.

The last two bandits were a tall woman and a lanky man. The man wore quilted leather and was armed with a cudgel, but the woman wore a full breastplate and tassets and wielded a sharp-looking gladius. Better gear came with power. This woman was probably the captain of this operation; the man her second-in-command.

They attacked in tandem, but they were only two against one and Kassandra turned the cudgel aside with her spear and the gladius with her sword. The edge of the gladius glinted in the torchlight and she used its flash to keep track of the captain's location as the three of them circled around each other. The chickens and goats in the yard had reached a state of full panic and were milling about the edges of the torchlight, raising an ungodly ruckus of noise and movement between the shadows. Kassandra kept her feet balanced and moving, pivoting to keep both bandits in front of her. Then the man leapt toward her and swung his cudgel at her head wildly, more as a distraction than anything else, and she dropped low and took out his knee with a sweeping kick before rolling out of the path of the captain's gladius.

Broken knee was crawling out of the edge of her vision and she let him go in order to focus on the captain, who was turning out to be more than just competent with a sword, and thus more skilled than most anyone Kassandra had ever fought on this backwater of an island.

Metal struck metal as they tested each other's defenses, always circling, always moving. Neither had the advantage of reach, and Kassandra was quickly running out of tricks to try that could break an opponent's guard. She'd have to keep up her defense and outlast the other woman. Far more interesting than knocking out thugs and breaking pots.

The muscles in Kassandra's shoulders warmed with the exertion of swinging two blades, and her blood felt hot and rich. She felt herself smile, and noted how it made her opponent twitch in alarm. Good. The captain's attacks began to falter, and Kassandra sensed opportunity. The gladius swung towards her on a downstroke, and she parried the blow with ease, only realizing a moment too late that the attack had been a ruse, as the captain suddenly used the parry's momentum to pivot the direction of her blade. Kassandra leapt backwards, felt a sear across her belly and anger in her blood as she parried the next two strikes in quick succession. She caught the next attack with the edge of her sword, then relaxed just enough to bring her opponent in closer while drawing her slightly off balance. It was all the opening Kassandra needed to break through the captain's guard and drive the spear so deep into her belly that the blade disappeared entirely.

Then Kassandra felt it: the liquid thrill that ran down her spine every time she killed someone with the spear, a spark of satisfaction that tinted the edges of her vision red. It lasted as long as it took for her to pull the spear free of the bandit captain's belly, and then all that remained was a queasy feeling and the coppery smell of blood all over her hands.

She heard the sound of clapping, then. Loud and booming, it cracked in counterpoint to the bandit captain's wet gasps as she lay dying at Kassandra's feet.

The source of the clapping was a bearded, broad-shouldered man in a full set of armor, golden greaves and all. "That was a good show, girl," he said, drawing his sword and taking a step towards her.

Golden greaves, an iron sword, and a breastplate that cost more drachmae than Kassandra had ever earned working for Markos. Gear fit for a successful mercenary. This had to be Talos the Stone Fist.

"The people in Sami said I could find you by following the sound of the nearest fight. They weren't wrong. And your bounty will keep me in wine and whores for months."

Kassandra tightened her grip on the spear and turned to face him. Her right side stung and her chiton was cut and wet with blood. She wore no armor and had little but a broken spear and a cheap bronze sword. So she did what anyone with half a basket of sense would do when faced with a far more powerful opponent.

She ran.

~~

Talos might have had the upper hand in experience and equipment, but Kassandra had roamed this part of Kephallonia since she was a girl. She knew the crags and hollows of the Cursed Valley, and Artemis smiled upon her from behind a sliver of moon. As she sprinted on forest paths she didn't need light to find, she could near Talos crashing through the forest underbrush behind her. But then she heard Ikaros's hunting cry and a shouted curse, and then the crashing noises veered away and began to fade, and she kept running and climbing until she reached a sheltered grotto in a ravine formed by rock walls and falling water.

She knelt by the shadow-dark pools, took a deep breath, and listened hard over the sound of her heart pounding. Nothing but the musical trickle of water and the occasional flap of a great pair of wings circling somewhere overhead. She sent a whisper of thanks to Ikaros, and plunged her arms into icy water up to her elbows.

The darkness within the pooled water hid the blood that sloughed off her hands and forearms, and kept her from being completely sure she had washed it all away, if that was even possible. An eternity of scrubbing would be as futile as moving Sisyphos's boulder.

With a sigh, she unbuckled her swordbelt and untied the cord that held her chiton in place, casting it aside before stripping the garment up and over her head. The cut across her belly was clean and shallow, thank the gods, and only a handspan wide. If she could get it to stop bleeding, she might even avoid a visit to the physician.

She needed rest and food, and to mend her chiton, and sharpen the new gouges out of the edges of her blades, and then after that she needed to figure out how to kill Talos the Stone Fist without getting killed first.

Rest now. Stop bleeding. Wait till sunrise. Her hunter would be found in the light.

~~

For all his boasting about how easy Kassandra was to find, Talos wasn't hard to track down himself, and thus avoid, in the days after their encounter at the shipyard. Kassandra patched up her gear, let her wound get a good start at healing, and kept one step ahead of Talos by constantly staying on the move.

The Stone Fist proved to be a less than cunning hunter, preferring to stick to a patrol of sorts between Sami, Markos's vineyard, and her home to the south. His predictability extended to the evenings, where he spent his time drinking wine in a kapeleion near the Temple of Zeus before retiring to a rented room down by the docks.

She formed a plan. She'd climb the roof of the Temple of Zeus, and would wait until after the priestesses went home and the temple torches burned down low. Let Talos wander by after a night of wine and song. She'd put an arrow straight into his skull.

The highest roof of the temple was crowned with large decorative akroteria at both ends, which made for perfect cover later that night as she nocked an arrow and aimed at her target below. She inhaled, focused on the squeeze and thump of her own heartbeat, and when her hands reached the steady point between beats she let the arrow fly. The silvery bolt flew true, threading the needle of Talos's eye socket with a sodden thud.

But to her horror, the bastard didn't die.

"Kassandra!" he bellowed.

"That arrow suits you," she shouted from behind the akroterion. Let its heavy stone protect her while she gathered her wits and figured out a new plan.

"Come down here and face me, you daughter of a whore," he shouted. He was closer now, almost to the base of the temple's columns.

Her hands squeezed her bow until the wood began to creak. Her eyes narrowed, and she tossed her bow aside and stood up to full height. "Let me introduce you to Hades," she said, drawing both of her blades and beckoning him to join her.

She heard Talos climbing up the column to the first level of the roof, and once he clambered upon it, she took a step back, inviting him up to the second level where she stood. The arrow's fletching protruded from his eye socket grotesquely. She had no idea how he was still alive, much less able to climb to the roof of a temple. Perhaps Zeus was displeased at her choice of a venue.

To Hades with Zeus, and to Hades with Talos. Her anger was flowing now, crackling along her veins like golden sparks from a smith's hammer.

Talos suddenly leapt up to meet her, and at that moment her rage took over. She reared back and kicked him square in the chest with so much force that he flew off the roof entirely, his cry of surprise following him down over the edge.

She scrambled across the roof and peered down the side of the temple. Talos's body lay in a broken heap on the stones far below. Lights began to glow from torches being lit in the homes nearby. There wasn't much time if she wanted to claim Talos's purse—and his gear. She'd look damn good in a set of golden greaves...

~~

Kassandra set the heavy bundle down on her bed. She raised her arms and stretched as much as she could without worrying the healing cut at her belly. Her muscles ached with the remnants of last night's rage, but she grinned with satisfaction and more than a little wonder. Where in Tartaros had that kick come from? She'd certainly never done it before, but there's no way she'd forget how to do it now. Another arrow for her quiver of tricks.

She bent down and unwrapped the bundle, then laid its contents out across the rough woolen blanket that covered her bed. A full chestplate. Leather tassets. A set of bracers and greaves. And a fresh chiton made of fine white linen to wear underneath it all, the spoils she'd earned by defeating Talos the Stone Fist.

And it fit perfectly too, every piece of it, as she found after she put it all on and adjusted the various straps and buckles. She felt huge and powerful. She felt like a real—

"Misthios," Phoibe whispered from behind her.

Kassandra turned and smiled. "Little sneak," she said, then spread her arms. "How do I look?"

Phoibe's eyes were wide. "Like a hero sent by Zeus."

So she looked good enough to awe a child. Kassandra had to laugh in amusement at that. "Well, this hero is hungry. What say you and I run up to Markos's vineyard and rustle up something to eat?" She took Phoibe's hand in her own, and together they walked out of the hovel and up the path to Mount Ainos, and it was already shaping up to be a very fine day.

Part of the Elegiad. Go on to the next story...

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☆ I DO NOT WRITE anything to do with piss, scat, non-con, zoophilia, pedophilia, incest or fauxcest.

☆ I DO WRITE fluff, angst, smut (long time reader, newly dipping my toes in to writing so bear with me if it's a bit cringe).

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CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

{ . ⋆ ` RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 ` ⋆ . }

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Lenny Summers

Kieran Duffy

Hosea Matthews

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Sadie Adler

Karen Jones

Tilly Jackson

Abigail Roberts

Molly O'Shea

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{ . ⋆ ` CALL OF DUTY ` ⋆ . }

Lieutenent Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Captain John Price

Sergeant John 'Soap' Mactavish

Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

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{ . ⋆ ` STARDEW VALLEY ` ⋆ . }

Sebastian

Sam

Harvey

Shane

Elliot

Alex

Hailey

Emily

Abigail

Penny

Leah

Maru

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{ . ⋆ ` PALIA ` ⋆ . }

Reth

Hodari

Hassian

Jel

Einar

Nai'o

Tish

Tamala

Kenyatta

Jina

Subira

Sifuu

Ashura

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{ . ⋆ ` ASSASSIN'S CREED ` ⋆ . }

Eivor Varinsdottir / Eivor Varinsson

Kassandra of Sparta / Deimos Kassandra

Alexios of Sparta / Deimos Alexios

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{ . ⋆ ` BALDUR'S GATE 3 ` ⋆ . }

Astarion

Gale

Wyll

Halsin

Karlach

Shadowheart

Lae'zel

Minthara

Rolan

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{ . ⋆ ` THE LAST OF US ` ⋆ . }

Joel Miller

Ellie Williamson

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[kassandras-one-braincell]

You have no idea how excited I am for Kassandra's size Kink drabble

That is seriously one of my weaknesses, I'll basically be feral when it comes out

And I hope you know you're to blame

(In a good way)

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She's so tall, it's just...proportionality. And she has a bit of an ego to boot 🤭