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sanctidente​   ╱  sigurd.

“ never said you were human. ”

sigurd. not a man, not a ghost. only a shell. only a cold, paralyzing sensation to hold him steady. if he were to fall, he was convinced he’d faze right through the ground — ascending to the other side.

as above, so below.

his fingers barely grazing the veil, the truth of all he had locked away just waiting behind a transparent wall. memories held prisoner within an intricately concealed cell. claws not withdrawn, he attempts to tear at the seams of this carefully crafted lie. the world around him like a dream. such images are only remembered in fragments, a blurry depiction of the truth — unable to decide what was real and what wasn’t. he wanted to wake up. but he was like a sleep walker. returning to the conscious world would be detrimental to his state of mind.

as he steps through the veil, he is met with a vibrant light. but the light itself was almost artificial. as are all those memories he carries. you’re forced to fill in the blanks of pieces your mind doesn’t recall. in the distance, a storm brews — dark clouds receding along the horizon, as if the ‘earth’ spins off its axis. even the air felt surreal, another figment of his imagination. not a familiar scent to comfort him. not a brush of warmth to heat his blood. if he truly had blood.

“ it doesn’t exist within time. i come here often, ”  he speaks quietly, hazel hues perfectly mirroring the false scene before them. waves crashing and sand flowing. recoiling his hands, he refrains from looking down at his own ‘skin’.  “ these scales are … a side effect. ”  his answer is vague, speaking as if his mind was drifting off.

was any of this real ?

“ this place — i haven’t been completely clear. it’s not an afterlife for humans. not a reflection of heaven or hell. ”  a subtle turn of his cheek, eyes telling the painful story beneath glossy pools. ocean water continues to beat, with a steady, rhythmic flux and flow.  “ where we are — it’s neither. but you already knew that. ”  a weak smile rises, gaze focusing on the woman.  “ i didn’t create this place. or at least — i don’t think i did. this is merely where i was sent. because i don’t belong to the typical realms of afterlife. and apparently — neither do you. ”

passing through portals,  no matter what sort,  was something she did not enjoy.  too many memories,  even if this felt different than the ones she had been too familiar with in the past.  sitting still,  being a fly trapped in the amber of fear was an even worse thought and so she moved after him,  her movements choppy but nevertheless her own.  she was no longer a puppet dangling from golden strings,  she was the one writing the script.  

no matter the journey,  you have to take a first step.

she would not say that she was afraid of the night skies,  no matter how much the stars reminded her of eyes  ( of many,  many preying eyes ).  she was reasonably wary,  she was cautious.  the first sip of freedom in eons tasted too sweet for her to put it at risk so quickly.  and she had always loved her freedom,  her independence.

‘ ‘ you are very good at prompting even more questions with every half-answer you give, ’ ’  she  gently chided as she moved away from the portal,  her legs mostly cooperating as she walked.  she had not used them in a long time but it seemed like this was for her like riding a bicycle was to humans.  thankfully,  she would rather hate to stumble over her own feet like a newborn foal.  ‘ ‘ my place of belonging is --- complicated,  right now. ’ ’  she grimaced as she shifted her head and teal locks fell into her face as she stared towards the ocean that was calling for her,  that was screaming her name --- half mad with elation and despair.  a beat,  then three.  she always was one of three.  no wonder that the number vexed her so.  ‘ ‘ i don’t plan on overstaying my welcome in your space.  once i gathered enough strength to do what i must,  i’ll be out of your hair. ’ ’

she could not topple the heavens from here,  but this she could not say.  it would invite a line of questions she was not ready for,  that she was not sure she could comfortably answer.  she tossed her hair over her over shoulder as she batted at the breeze that toyed with it,  much like a playful child might.  ‘ ‘ there --- should be other places that exist outside of time and space, ’ ’  she said slowly as she thought of the nonsensical architecture of her house,  of the gardens and the endless hallways --- of how they had been filled with life.  even if she could return,  how could she walk the familiar rooms when they were echoing with grief? ‘ ‘ i won’t impose on you forever.  even if it may feel like that.  sincere apologies. ’ ’

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mermay: coral reef mermaids

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Jonny Bolduc, Ending

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[ dream ] / limbo 👀

trouh stalked her dreams,  turned them into bloody messes that were too similar to ancient battlefields for it to be a coincidence,  and thalassa had never felt half as much resentment for the other deity as she was feeling now.  it had started many rests ago  --- trouh had found her and they had been  . . .  they had been thrilled about it.  thrilled to have a worthy prey within their reach,  marvelling at the miracle that it was that thalassa was within their reach while the ocean’s fury could not reach them to swat at them like the pesky annoyance that they were.  no,  thalassa even owed trouh.  owed them for not telling chaldene.  owed them for thinking that fucking with one of the most powerful beings in existence was far more worthwhile,  far more interesting than tipping off the self-proclaimed king of gods.

( king of whatever gods he had oh so generously permitted to live. )

as angry as thalassa was with trouh,  she hated chaldene more.  exhaustion might start wearing her down,  but she was not  . . .  was not losing sight of her objectives.  despite the taunts,  despite the nights  ( if they even were nights,  time still flowed strangely in the realm she had sought shelter in )  she spent living through the horrors trouh had picked out for her.

if this was to be a war of attrition,  thalassa was determined to leave the battlefield victorious.  she had been there before the first dream had ever been dreamt,  before the first nightmare had tainted someone’s sleep.  she would not surrender to an upstart who had grown too confident in the time others had spent locked away.  she would not ask for mercy.

in theory,  this  --- and she did not think that it was deserving of the title plan ---  was not entirely terrible.  sleepless nights were old acquaintances for her and she knew better than to let exhaustion affect her mood,  even when it made her restless and impatient.  she could predict herself,  was maybe the only being that had ever existed capable of this feat.  she could not predict sigurd with similar certainty.

to be roused from her sleep,  unpleasant and nightmare-ridden as it was,  by her sole companion in the strange place she had found refuge in caught her off guard.  caught her off guard in the worst way.  her body snapped upwards and she was,  within the fracture of a second,  under the thrall of instincts that predated most civilisations.  she felt not safe and she was not safe for others then.

( somewhere,  trouh had to be laughing like the imp they were. )

divine magic glowed bright as she threw herself away from the one who had woken her,  throwing up a wall of light and water as she jumped to her feet,  before steadying herself enough to breathe,  to look.  to remember.  that this was no longer one of trouh’s nightmares,  made to hurt her with the memory of screams she had never heard,  with memories that were not hers but that hurt all the more because of it.  she should have been there.

she looked around,  taking deep breaths.  this was,  while still rather close to a hellscape,  the safest spot she had been able to think of.  three more breaths,  eyes fixed on the barrier.  she was not under attack,  she was being woken up.  slowly,  the light wall dimmed and she felt her body relax. 

with a hand,  she swiped her hair out of her face and sighed softly as the other one fully removed the barrier.  it had been solid work for a mindless decision,  she had to be getting stronger.  ‘ ‘ my sincere apologies,  sigurd, ’ ’  she said softly.  ‘ ‘ i mistook you for a part of the nightmare. ’ ’

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what does love mean to you?

two warm hands, open.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓 .

▌ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄  :    thalassa. ▌ 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍  :     in a relationship ! ▌ 𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒  :  full water control by which i mean the full spectre of water-related abilities as well as other abilities that are either common for the divine or have been acquired by her over the course of many eons such as her fighting or cooking skills.  ▌ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :     teal. ▌ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑  :     teal. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒  :     spiro  ( older brother )  and chaldene  ( younger brother,  someone better not mentioned unless she brings him up first ). ▌ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒  :   she would not exactly call them pets,  but she has been replenishing the population of merals,  gigantic whale-like beings that dwell deep within her realm;  they have been driven to the brink of extinction during her time  ‘ away ’  and she is not having that. ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  :     being murdered,  being forced into servitude,  being betrayed,  her younger brother,  the way she cannot look at some things without feeling as if she is being murdered all over again! ▌ 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒  :     swimming,  diving,  walks along the beach,  creating art,  reconnecting with her brethren. ▌ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  :    yes,  and she would do it again.  chaldene is very high on her list. ▌ 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌  :    shark shark shark. ▌ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  :     stubbornness,  thirst for vengeance  ---  both have grown stronger. ▌ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐒  :     n/a. ▌ 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  :    heterosexual. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄   /   𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒  :     she would marry alexius,  she supposes.  if it ever comes up,  within a heartbeat,  on any day.  there has never been anyone else who has held her affection or even her attention the way he does.  to put a mortal stamp on it may seem silly to others,  but do they not deserve some silliness after what they have been put through?  when it comes to children,  her view is more complicated  ---  her own parents were not the best and thus she was eventually pushed to rise against them.  it was not pretty.  it was very ugly  ---  and painful for her.  though she thinks that alexius and her would do better than her own parents,  she cannot say so with complete certainty.  at the moment,  with her darling baby brother on the loose,  it is not worth the conversation anyway. ▌ 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  :    chaldene finding her before she is ready,  being forced into a key again ▌ 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒  :    simple,  plain clothing in light colours.  long dresses.  silver accessories.  absolutely no bracelets or golden highlights whatsoever.  ▌ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  :     alexius,  ayse and cimeria,  erida, caprian and arin,  the other members of the fourteen,  even if chaila tries her patience and aion exhausts her sometimes.   the other members of her house,  dead or locked away as they are,  and her former subordinates. ▌ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒  :      after the betrayal she suffered,  she is currently not looking for new friends. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊  :    . . . iced coffee. ▌ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐓  :   the beach. ▌ 𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍  :   ocean,  of course,  but lakes are okay. ▌ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄  :    alexius. ▌ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒  :      not quite camping,  but a hammock beneath the moon is where she sleeps easiest.

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haunted au !

01.  she has a soft spot for the animals on campus,  even if some of them tend to shy away from her.  her favourite animals are sharks which obviously cannot be found on campus,  but she also likes birds.

02.  though she prefers to hang out at the campus pool and the library  ( if she were alive,  she would probably qualify for a phd in marine biology at this point ),  she can also occasionally be found at the campus bar and almost anywhere else,  safe for the spot where she was killed.

03.  speaking of her death:  thalassa takes immense care to never appear to anyone looking as she did in death.  it is how she reclaims her own death,  how she controls the narrative  ---  if no one can see the way she looked,  they cannot see how she died and they are in the dark.  her death is hers.  her story to tell or rather:  not to tell.

04.  on a brighter note:  she is a frequent guest at the karaoke nights on campus because it is fun and she likes to be around the living as long as the living are tolerable.

05.  although she is a widely peaceful ghost,  there are scores that she seeks to settle.

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Reginald Shepherd, “The Friend”

[Text ID: “In the dream I am always posthumous, the sole survivor of myself”]

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am i dramatic yes is it justified also yes

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sanctidente​  /  sigurd.

a small smile plays at his lips. he gives a courteous nod.   ❛  good — you remember something from your past. even the smallest detail is important while staying here.  ❜

maintaining even the tiniest semblance of one’s humanity and sense of identity was necessary — so to prevent one from drifting further into the empty. from losing themselves completely. sigurd felt like a hollow shell of his former self. even he couldn’t quite recall exactly who that person was. or how he died. he simply knows he was sigurd eucliffe. or perhaps, he too went by another name in a previous life. 

he crosses his arms, which had begun to grow more white scales.   ❛  well, siri. it’s nice to formally meet you. it’s a shame it was under such unfortunate circumstances,  ❜   he utters with a frown, head lowering as if offering his condolences. his voice grows low and grave.   ❛  — because if you’re here  .  .  .  i can only assume why.  ❜

he edges closer, walking as if on air — the matter below his feet turning black. sigurd stops as he notices, the corruption of his own being feeding the realm. eyes closing, he attempts to refocus his energy. then, he brightens for a moment.   ❛  if you enjoy the ocean — come with me.  ❜   he says, a mischievous smirk spreading. with a wave of his gloved hands — no, his claws, the fog around him swirls, becoming enlarged as if summoning a portal.   ❛  this is the one thing that keeps me grounded during my solitude.  ❜    he steps through, as if entering a dream world. being the ‘host’ of such a dominion — he bore unusual perks.

something from your past.  she wanted to laugh.  she was putting the memories of two lifetimes back into the right order,  old wounds were aching as if they were fresh,  as if it had been mere moments ago that she had realised her brother’s betrayal,  as if she was still screaming for someone,  for anyone to come to her help as she faced her death.  she had had faced bad odds before,  but then  . . .  she could have died side by side with friends.  she would not have died alone.  perhaps,  she mused for a moment,  loneliness was what made her insides feel like ice.

she smiled patiently,  and that was tainted with bitterness as well because gods,  there had been legends and tales about her lack of patience.  patience had been spiro’s strength,  caprian’s as well  ---  and she was missing both fiercely.  ‘ ‘ again  ---  i chose this place to recuperate  . . .  and if you think me human,  you are quite mistaken, ’ ’  she offered absentmindedly.  she would not admit to godhood,  not when she was a quilt of screaming memories,  not when she was bleeding from ancient wounds because she missed them all,  even fucking veleris  ( and she would not examine that thought ),  because she was not what anyone expected a goddess to be,  right now,  but she would get back there.  she would recover.

tugging her hair into a ponytail,  she raised an eyebrow at the  ---  portal.  don’t think gate.  don’t drive yourself to madness,  you have too much to fix.  ‘ ‘ what time is it where it leads? ’ ’  she asked as she cautiously approached,  arms crossed and eyebrows raised.  ‘ ‘ and,  uh,  do you want your arms to have scales?  or are you in a similar situation? ’ ’

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chaoticor  /  ultear. ​

ultear briefly remembered how…competitive thalassa could be and despite her more morose mood, felt a brief smile grace her lips. she almost wanted to offer a race, but she didn’t. instead she titled her head at the other and said, “i think we both know you’re pretty unforgettable.” 

she splashed the water—gently—and drifted up and away from it. she didn’t want to swim. it still…hurt. over time she has learned to be better. there was something freeing of the idea that her murderers didn’t take everything from her. (she still can’t swim. sometimes looking at crows makes her want to scream, unless someone was there. she still avoided Him. she’s still dead.) but! she still liked to wear ribbons in her hair.

“they’ve changed the pool a bit since i was last here and i wanted to make comparisons. maybe get a new ribbon, but i didn’t find one i liked.” a small lie, but a lie nonetheless. 

pink lips formed a smirk as thalassa mentioned for the other to come closer.  it would not hurt her vocal chords,  but she was not one of the spirits who existed to make a ruckus anywhere they went.  or floated.  whatever.  ‘ ‘ i think, ’ ’  she said thoughtfully as she ran a hand through her hair,  ‘ ‘ that neither of us is happy about what etched us into the memories of history. ’ ’

she never let herself indulge in thoughts about what could have been if she had not died.  it was a  . . .  pointless thought.  she had been dead for such a long time now that she knew better than to upset herself by pondering about how she could have gotten married,  about how she could have had a nice house and a loving husband and two point five kids.  and she had the loving partner  ---  what more could she ask for?  revenge?  oh no,  thalassa knew what fate awaited her if she were to walk down that path and she was not keen on it.

‘ ‘ the pool is fine,  this way,  i took the liberty of voicing some  ---  ideas when the rebuilding was being planned, ’ ’  she said as she stretched out her legs until somewhere else,  in her grave,  her bones winced.  ‘ ‘ . . . you aren’t looking for your,  well,  old headband,  are you? ’ ’

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limbo verse !

01.  she did not plan to care.  the thing is,  she never plans on it,  but it always kind of  . . .  happens to her.  her demonic  ‘ host ’,  so to speak,  is only the latest in a long line of people she has cared about  ---  and she knows how this ends because she has seen it end so many times before already.

02.  sigurd reminds her of something or someone,  but her memories of two lifetimes are a jumbled mess that most days,  she has trouble navigating.

03.  she does not miss scorpio alexius most.  that is not a surprise to her;  she trusts him to be fine,  to make the best out of a rotten situation because that is what he has always done.  he has always been good at that,  at finding the faintest silver lining where she only saw blackest night.  to worry about him out of some sense of obligation would be wasted energy  ---  energy she cannot waste when she has ayse and cimeria to consider,  the youngest among them aside from the twins.

04.  what surprises her is how much she misses her older brother.  she had not been close with spiro in ages,  he had had his life and she had had hers,  but he had still been her big brother  ---  and if she would have had to decide,  she would have trusted him over chaldene.  and she would have been right to do so!  and now,  she is in limbo and she knows that fucking chaldene went and put their brother into a place much worse than this . . .  and she is powerless to do something about it.

05.  the whole being powerless deal is also grating on her nerves.  she wants to reclaim control over her life  . . .  and she wants to fix what was broken.  not because she feels responsible for more than tiny fragments of it,  but because she knows that nobody else is going to do it.

06.  she is going to dig her way out of this mess and if she has to break apart several realms to achieve her freedom,  well,  then so be it.

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chaoticor​  /  ultear.

it was nighttime and the campus pool was officially closed. there should be no one else here but even when she was alive, ultear never made attempts to tell thalassa vann what to do. granted, ultear used to think vann was just an excellent swimmer back then—ultear was an idealistic fool when she was alive for many reasons. at least with thalassa, the reason was less tinted with blood. more tinted with chlorine than anything else and that was better.

(pretcht never visited the pool—it was a safe place for ultear.)

ultear lazily looked over at her fellow ghost, her toes dipping in the water ever so slightly. she hasn’t truly swam in a long while. “are you going for a dip?” ultear asked. if so, ultear would let the other have her peace. she can go ponder somewhere else. she doesn’t want to, but well. it normally matters very little what ultear wants.

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thalassa lifted her head and looked at the other,  a frown darkening her features for a moment before she relaxed.  it was just ultear,  alone.  she had not brought anyone else along to the pool which was good because there were nights when thalassa needed space and could not deal with the presence of the campus’ crowd of ghosts,  when she only felt like dealing with one or two at a time.

‘ ‘ it holds little appeal without proper competition, ’ ’  she said with a sharklike grin as she brushed past the other on her way to the usually heated benches.  ‘ ‘ what brings you here?  i haven’t seen you in a bit  . . .  you almost had me convinced you had forgotten about me. ’ ’ 

it was unlikely that anyone would ever forget her,  frankly  ---  thalassa held something akin to tragic fame on campus,  among the living and the dead,  and the latter usually had a good idea on where to find her.

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all stories are about love in all forms or what the lack of love causes people to do. i speak only the truth. i am correct.

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haunted au !!

01.  fairly recently,  she caused a massive disturbance on campus by hijacking all speakers to play their song on her anniversary with alexius.  the faculty is still trying to work out how this could happen,  but they have a hard time tracking down the culprit.

02.   she has had the front row seat to several historical events during her time as a ghost  ---  for example,  she was sitting in the lecture that would be solomon acilio’s last one,  hearing his final words  . . .  and she has teased the other ghost about it on several occasions since.  who can blame her?  it was dramatic!

03.  she has a soft spot for members of the swimming team  ( they are her teammates,  in a strange way ),  musically inclined students and anyone who has an interest in marine life.

04.  she has a penchant for avoiding certain places at certain times,  and sometimes,  she cannot be found for several days . . .  which has caused concern that she might have just moved on at several occasions.

05.  over the years,  there have always been students  ( and faculty members,  too )  who have been very curious about how she died and who thought it easiest to simply ask her,  but as forthcoming as thalassa is about the early days of the university,  this is not something she has ever shared.

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haunted uni au :eyes:

01.  thalassa vann was a student of the first class to be admitted to the university,  over two centuries ago.  she was the only daughter of a wealthy family,  a talented swimmer  ---  and then,  almost famously,  the first death on the campus when she was twenty-two.

02.  the circumstances surrounding her death were quite odd,  but a fair amount of money was paid to keep some details hushed up and over the years,  it was kind of forgotten.

03.  as the first ghost to have  ‘ gotten stuck ’  on campus,  she has seen a lot of the later carnage unfold,  and she likes to think of herself as a benevolent creature.  she is likely to offer guidance and to warn people away from dangerous situations  ---  that she appears to be a peer,  an illusion fuelled by her habit of sitting in on lectures,  helps.

04.  thalassa can be found anywhere on campus although she sometimes prefers to be near water.  she will be alone or in company of her friends  ( fellow ghosts,  for the most part )  or,  most importantly  ( if you ask her ),  her boyfriend,  alexius.

05.  she occasionally races female living swimmers in the pool and is very satisfied that she can still hold her own in the pool.

send me a verse and i give you ~ 5 headcanons for it  /  selectively accepting.