#cassian aster

[zubneo]

snippet of an absolutely MESS of a man I'm making

[completeoctrash]

Konnie: EVERYONE SHUT UP, I'M ADOPTING EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU!!

Shi: ...I would just let him, it's easier for us all if you do.

I’m a grown man. - Cassian

I’m a king! - Nic

….I’ll accept another dad. - Aster

I don’t need another parent. - Oliver

I have 3 moms- I’m good. - Blake

[cryingaboutit1514]

Luca, Hex, Doppio, Fulgur, Vezalius, Sonny, Vanta, Goldbullet, Lucien, Yu, Claude, Shu, Cassian, Ver, Aster, Shinri, Crimson and Vox make my tummy feel things.

Me trying to read all that like:

Naw but real tho it's mostly Hex and Luca for me 🤧 oh and Vox even tho I wanna go fisticuffs with him

[skylarsblue]

✦Wanderer's New Name✦

(SPOILER WARNING!  - In 3.3, we will apparently have the option to rename Scaramouche. He can’t be named what he’s had before; ie Scaramouche, wanderer, balladeer, etc. I overthink names usually so I made a list. I got these all from various sights with minimal fact-checking, so if these aren’t right, correct me.)

✧Inazuma✧

Aoi: Blueish green Arata: Fresh or new (Also, ARA, heh) Asahi: Morning sun, rising sun Asuka: Fly, bird, tomorrow Fujin: God of Wind (He wishes) Haruto: Soar or fly Hayate: Sudden & powerful sound of the wind Ichiro: One son Itsuki: Independence Kuragari: Darkness (Also sounds a bit like Kairagi, the enemy in Inazuma) Mokusei: Moon, Jupiter Osamu: Discipline, study, logic Riku: "Wise sky" Ronin: Drifter or Wanderer Ruka: Bright blue flower, spiritual Samuru: "His name is God" Shion: Aster (Like the flower) Shusuke: "One who learns to meditate" Soma: "Sudden sound of the wind" Takahashi: Bridge (Like bridging a gap) Takehiko: Prince, bamboo, military, martial Tsukiya: "One who resembles the white moon" Tsukiyomi: God of the moon Wakusei: Planet (He drops a fuckin' planet on us)

✧Celestia - Khaenri'ah✧

Aella: Storm wind, whirlwind Alto: High (He flies and also that vocal range bro) Amadeus; Lover of God (Irony) Ambrose: Immortal Aurelius: "The Golden One" Brutus: Heavy, dull, a brute Cassian/Cassius: Hollow (Does he have organs??) Coretin: Hurricane Lucian: Light Lucifer: Light-bearer (Demon names count, yeah? Or is this an angel name?) Notus: South wind Selwyn: Manor friend Silas: One who is prayed for, of the forest Thelonius: Lord Titus: Title of honor Valerius: Strength, health Vesper: Evening star Vito: Alive, life

✧Sumeru✧

Aahad: Unity, oneness, harmony Aalam: World, the universe Ali: Elevated, prominent, superior (He probably thinks so) Amir: A born prince Atum: Completion, totality Barak: Lightning Baran: Thunderstorm Buruj: A name for the signs of Zodiac Cyril: Lord Daboor: Soothing morning breeze Daiam: Everlasting, permanent (ETERNITY) Dajjal: To worship Dansith: Full of wisdom Dewen: He who brings water Enlil: Wind Mazin: Rain-bearing clouds Osiris: Mighty eyes Saladin: Righteousness of religion Sokar: Adored one Xerxes: Ruler over heros

[cateyesinlove]

Restricted touches

“Elain, you are about to pass out from exhaustion,” Anwar spoke from the perch Elain usually had around the kitchen for him. “Just take a break.”

“I can’t,” was her only answer as she continued to mix the batter of the new recipe she had come up with. 

“You can't take a break or pass out?” Arwan rebutted, exasperated. “Because you can definitely pass out, I can feel how tired you are, you know.” 

As the months passed and the day of Nesta’s and Cassian’s mating ceremony approached, Elain felt more stressed. She loved how much trust her sister had in her, to believe that Elain could be in charge of the decorations like the ballroom, the flower arrangements, the table’s center, and the cake. However, she should have known it would be too much work for one person.

So that led them to today. Elain had started baking 5 different types of cake since before the sun had gone up, Cassian and Nesta were coming during dinner for cake testing. The thing about Elain that Anwar disliked was how much pressure she would put on her shoulders and how she thought she deserved no help.

“I’m only going to tell you that if you pass out and Feyre finds you on her floor, I will tell her everything,” Anwar said angrily.

“And what exactly is everything,” She asked, rolling her eyes at how dramatic her dæmon could be while serving the batter in a tray to put in the oven.

“That you aren’t sleeping because you dread seeing the shadow singer the next day and how you are going to bed incredibly late to not have to think about it and how you are basically slowly killing yourself” Anwar answered exasperatedly, flapping his wings.

“Anwar!” Elain exclaimed, offended, turning to look at him after putting the cake in the oven. 

“You can’t even tell me it’s not true!” he rebutted glaring at her.

Elain sighed and dropped herself on a chair. 

Anwar expecting a comeback waited on his perch but when Elain rested her head on the chair and hid her face with her hands staying quiet, he was at her side in an instant, he landed on her shoulder and started rubbing his head against the side of hers trying to console her and give her some comfort. 

“I’m sorry Elain,” he murmured in her ear, “I’m just worried about you.”

Elain let a small sob get out and Anwar could feel the tears running down her face and had returned to trying to comfort her, neither aware that someone was watching. 

Azriel stayed behind the wall, his shadows going everywhere and not knowing what to do to console Elain besides repeating over and over to Azriel how heartbroken she was, and why.

She was in the same or worse scenario as Azriel, neither being able to sleep nor being able to stop thinking about the other. Azriel had started to not get more than a couple of hours of sleep, it was starting to affect his senses and making him sloppier when on missions. They were both slowly wasting away since that night. 

“ Oh poor Petal,” murmured Senka from his shoulder as she tried to catch a peak of Elain. “ you need to go in there and console her!” She exclaimed, flapping her wings and taking off from his shoulder. “ That's how we will make it right!”

Azriel caught her before she could make a line for the kitchen, “ no.” He said firmly with his most intimidating voice.

Senka rolled her eyes and swat at him with her wing. “ do not use that voice with me.” She warned and wiggled herself out of his grasp. “ You are both clearly miserable, why not go and fix things?”

Azriel sighed and ran his hand through his hair, “ Rhysand” He answered with an obvious tone. 

“ well fuck Rhys!” She exalted loudly. 

“ Senka!” Azriel reprimanded her. 

“It’s not fair that he gets to be with Feyre no matter what and suddenly you don’t get to have a choice about your own relationship!” Senka exclaimed, annoyed. “ if Aster knew about this, he himself would be kicking Rhysand for this” 

Azriel’s shadow hand informed him that Elain had begun standing up but was looking pale not being able to stand properly. He and Senka had moved to the edge of the wall to peek at the door and when Azriel saw Elain go down, he lunged himself catching her. 

He landed on the floor back first with her on top of him. He had a good grip of her and held onto her neck.

“Elain!” Anwar screamed, flapping above them anxious and worried. “ Elain, Are you okay?”

“ I’m fine,” she mumbled tiredly.

“What happened?” Azriel asked as he re-adjusted Elain closer to his chest and reached a sitting position with her on his lap. 

Anwar looked both ways before getting closer to him making sure not to touch him. “ She-,” he started not sounding sure if to confide in him.

While Elain and Azriel had always had a gentle and blossoming friendship, Anwar was unsure what to make of the shadowsinger. His first days in the world were foggy and confusing but he could remember bits and pieces, most of his clear memories involved the shadowsinger. 

“ Please Anwar” Azriel pleaded as he hold the owls gaze, “ I need to know if we need to get Magda” 

Anwar shook his head, “ she hasn’t slept well in days.” Was the only thing he said before landing on Elain’s lap and curling against her. “ not since the solstice incident.” 

“Oh, poor girl.” Senka lamented landing on Azriel’s shoulder

“I’m fine,” Elain murmured with her eyes closed, and snuggling closer to Azriel, she put her arms around Azriel’s neck.

Azriel’s cheeks turned red and neither Anwar nor Senka could hide her laughter.

Elain for the first time since being washed out of the cauldron, felt safe. She opened her eyes and could see Azrael's siphon and his armor, she could feel something soft next to Azriel’s hair.

Senka. 

Elain gave the bat a small smile and reached for her. Anwar and Azriel stayed quiet as Elain reached for Senka, no one stopping her and when her fingers finally reached her, Azriel closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation and the love of that single touch.

Touching someone dæmons was forbidden in Pyrinthian. Your dæmon was an extension of your soul, touching someone's soul could feel like the worst violation ever, and even amongst mates it was frowned upon but having Elain reach out to his soul and touch it with such care and gentleness, reminded him why he loved her so much. 

Anwar had climbed on his other shoulder next to Elain’s head and had started rubbing his peak gently on his cheek. 

And that’s how Feyre found them. 

On the floor, cuddle up and in their own bubble.

And that’s how she left them and walked away with Nyx in her arms and Aster behind her. 

[moonlight-prose]

so i've come to the realization that i may never finish certain series unless i focus on one at a time. which is why i will leave that decision up to you guys.

come 2024 the series that has the most votes is the one i will dedicate all of january to finishing.

[farrwoodss]

The Zemira Sisters.

Woods actually draws other ocs that aren't Skye Asterism?? More likely than you'd think (and won't happen again until the next leap year).

3/6 of the main cast! That being:

(✦) Skye Asterism

(✦) Drift Zemira

(✦) Mist Zemira

(✦) Emory Cassian

(✦) Farren Cassian

(✦) Vesper Tines

Briefest of deep dives. Literally can not stress ENOUGH how I want asks about these guys. At some point I'll post a big lore dump!!

Skye Asterism is Project Songbird's protagonist. She's Drift's older twin and starts out as a starry-eyed kid in a ruffian village just beyond Kalopsia's border. She always was a wild and impulsive thing, overly sensitive and sentimental. A lycan that cried seeing deers be brought home from the hunt. her mind always ticked as restlessly as she did. Just like her mother, she had a certain passion for the stars. If only the similarities to her had ended there. But weak, little Skye Zemira couldn't have known she would become what she admired so fervently; a star of the less desirable sort, an unravelling supernova.

Drift Zemira is something of a glass child. She grew up bitter and neglected, taken under the wing of her Aunt Tyche instead of Lilah's, her father. As a result, she became a highly unlikeable teen, a delinquent characterised by flashing teeth and flying spit. She resented Skye for getting all their father's attention despite his insistence that she would understand when she was older, the eyes behind the words so blue and sad. Rage was a balm for the wounded beast hulking behind her ribcage. She's also ginger <3

Mist Zemira is the oldest of the three, two years older than the Zemira twins. She's their half sister after Lilah served as surrogate to her mothers. They're beloved to the ruffian den, their home a flourishing medicinal herb garden and a medical practice in one, one a gardener and the other a medic. The platonically bonded (but hopelessly devoted) pair decided to have a child together, someone to raise to be a speck of goodness in the world. Lilah was willing and Mist was born. She's a kind yet hardy lycan, exceptionally skilled at medicinary. She keeps Drift afloat in all this. Her hands are scarred from tending to the garden but you will never feel a touch gentler than hers.

Too bad all three are doomed by the narrative.

When the Zemira twins are age 14, Mist age 16, they flee the ruffian den. Lilah had vanished a month prior. With Mist's home an orange blaze behind them, fellow lycans crowing for the end of the "three cursed Zemira sisters", Tyche leads them into the spasming heart of the unknown: the Redwood Sea, heading towards the distant land of Kalopsia.

[im-poe-dameron]

ASTERISM | METEOR SHOWERS

a/n: this is a little series i hinted at like in july of 2021 i think and i was going to wait until the andor show actually premiered to drop this. but since we have no idea when that will be, here is the beginning of something that i've been working on for a long time. i hope you enjoy cassian and his reluctant rescuer as they try and get him back to the rebel base.

summary: life on correlia had it's hardships and while you were always one to say you'd take adventure if it came your way...rescuing a rebel pilot from his burning ship wasn't how you imagined it starting.

word count: 4.9k+

pairing: cassian andor x fem!reader

warnings: not explicit, cussing, explosion of a ship, blood, some detail of injury due to burns, a harrowing rescue, tensions running high, and an unconscious pilot.

next chapter | masterist

Distance had always been a hardship no one wished to face in their life. An aggravating feat that had become difficult to overcome, and yet it still happened. To be away from something, from someone, it all came with its own challenges. And perhaps that was the true point in life. The learning process of understanding that you couldn’t remain with someone forever, because forever didn’t truly exist for mere humans.

Forever was a concept that had become a hope one wished to have, but few rarely get to keep.

It was one that you wanted to hold with him. A forever. A lifetime. More than what you got, but for whatever amount you managed to get with him, you knew that you’d hold that forever in your heart. The distance may be far away, but it didn’t stop you from loving him, and it certainly didn’t stop him from loving you.

Because one day, when you managed to snag that forever, he’d come back, falling into the atmosphere like a lost star returning home once more.

Back and forth you turned your attention from the stars to your task at hand. Getting things back to your home was a much more difficult task than you anticipated, but it seemed like a good idea at the time to walk. However you seemed to forget that you lived on the outskirts of the city Kor Vella, which meant you had to drag things back in either a cart you managed to find, or in a pack you carried.

It had become a weekly ritual, and every once in a while you managed to find someone kind enough to offer you help. Except for today it seemed. You’d been walking for hours with breaks in between, and the food supply you found was heavy enough as it is. You needed to find a working speeder before you completely lost feeling in your feet. The half finished piece of junk you dared to call a speeder would work one day…hopefully, but the pain didn’t feel too bad when you had a view like the one in front of you.

The stars were your source of entertainment on this walk. Picking out certain constellations that you could see, and naming them for fun. And while someone may have thought you were insane for doing this, you found it was better to do this than to wonder about anything else. Really you watched the stars, because you were hoping that one day you’d get to see them up close. Have a chance to experience what it would be like to live outside of this planet.

Corellia has always been your home. You were born here, raised here, and knew that one day you’d die here as well, but that all changed when the Rebellion happened. When people began to finally start fighting back, that gave you hope. That you’d one day get away from here and live your life the way it was meant to be lived. Except the how never came to you. What would you do if you could leave? If you had the opportunity to find a new home.

So, instead you watched the stars. Gazed up at them as if they were your home already, and ignored the reality around you. Because the truth was, you were alone. For years since your parents left off world and never returned, you’d been here. Waiting for something more to happen then just this. When it never did you figured it would be easier to get lost in dreams than to worry about reality.

Hiking the bag higher up on your shoulder, you could see your home in the distance. The small lights you’d manufactured to work as automatic switches when the light from the day faded, had begun to turn on, giving you a direct view of what was happening. Living on the outskirts of the city meant you didn’t have to deal with anyone, but it also meant you had to endure the crime that happened here.

While it was your home world, Corellia was definitely not the safest of places to live.

You leapt over the wall of rocks that had been built long before you found this home, and started up the pathway towards your door. Glancing at the stars once more you admired the sights of meteors streaking through the sky. The shine of each individual star, creating a myriad of lights, each seeming to flicker with their own life. It would be a sight you’d never tire of seeing.

One star in particular caught your eye, except you froze as you saw it streak through the sky. Most likely a meteor, burning through the atmosphere on it’s descent down. It happened from time to time, where they landed in the ocean harmlessly. Except this one didn’t look to be heading in the direction of the ocean, and it wasn’t burning as quickly as a hunk of rock from space would.

You narrowed your eyes, watching as the once small object grew larger with every passing second.

“Fuck!” you shouted, running towards your house as the object began to take the form of a ship, flames streaking up the sides as the sounds of crashing from parts flying off echoed in the air.

Just managing to reach the door in time you collapsed inside when another loud bang nearly shook the ground beneath you; the ship finally landed. Whatever it was from, and whoever was inside surely didn’t make it. How could they? You had every intention of locking the door; keeping yourself from even stepping a foot outside, but then you heard a sound - more like a scream. It echoed in the night air, breaking through the smoke filled air and sending chills down your spine.

With absolute horror you realized that whoever they were; they were alive.

Dropping the bag onto the ground you began to sprint towards the flaming object. It was probably the worst decision you could have made at a time like this. Not knowing if they were the enemy or if they were an ally, but all you could focus on was that the person flying this ship wasn’t dead. They needed help, and there wasn’t anyone around for miles except for you.

“Hello?” you screamed. Of course they wouldn’t hear you over the sounds of the metal beginning to break from the flames.

Getting into the ship itself wasn’t an option, but there wasn’t much for you to climb into. You began to notice things about it that told you who resided in the burning mass of metal, and relief swept through your body. A single symbol. That’s all you needed to see to know that the person you were helping, the pilot you were currently climbing into the ship for, was an ally. You supposed that the symbol was that powerful. It held so much meaning that just the sight of it began to fill your body with hope instead of dread.

“I’m coming in!” Coughing from the ashes, you climbed into the ship trying to see beyond the smoke that filled the tiny space.

Brown hair and a brown jacket to match. It’s what you focused on as the ash began to sting your eyes, the pain causing tears to drip down your cheeks. You could see that his chest rose and fell with each breath, but he unfortunately had fallen unconscious. Most likely due to the crash itself. How you were going to get him out was a quick running idea through your mind. Multiple scenarios in one to try and bypass the now dangerously close flames that licked their way up the side of the ship.

“Can you move?” you asked, pulling him towards you. When your hand met with the warm wet feeling of blood, you realized that he couldn’t do anything at this moment.

“Okay...whoever you are. I’m going to get you out of here.” You were talking more to yourself than anyone else, but maybe he could hear you. Maybe he wasn’t fully unconscious yet, and if so, then there would be hope for him to survive.

Gripping under his arms, you dragged him as best you could, out of the burning ship, landing clumsily on the ground beside it. You thought you recognized a bag inside that might hold his belongings, and you sprinted back to get to it. The strap tight around your hand as you clambered out of the way of the flames. You could hear it. The creaking of the metal as the flames managed to get to the control on the front panel. It would be a matter of seconds before the entire thing blew up, and you needed to get the both of you farther away from the blast radius.

“Shit.” Rolling to the ground to avoid a piece of metal flying out onto the grass, you felt the heat of the flames. They stung your skin, catching onto the coat you were wearing until you could see black spots in your vision.

A piercing scream broke through the cold night air, and you felt a jolt of hope go through you. He was alive. You had saved him. Except you soon realized the scream had come from you as the fire continued to burn your skin. The jacket lay on the ground, simmering while you struggled to your feet, the numbness from shock going through your body. Out of everything you’d been through so far in life, this was perhaps the most stupid and heroic of them all.

Your body couldn’t comprehend much anymore; shutting down after the amount of pain you were put through. Gripping him under the arms again, you began to continue dragging him towards your house, barely managing to get away before the ground was rocked by the ship caving in on itself. The explosion would have brought attention to where you were, and if whoever this man was had people after him, you wouldn’t be able to stay here.

Somehow through the ringing in your ears, and the pain shooting down your spine, you managed to get him into your house and onto the makeshift bed you had. His face had soot over it, ash sprinkled through his hair, and the jacket he wore was slightly singed, but other than that he looked alive. Which meant you could breathe; and you did. Coughing out the shit that had managed to practically embed itself in your lungs, making your head spin from lack of oxygen.

“We have to get out of here,” you mumbled, starting to stand up and pack a bag of your own right as your head began to throb.

You forgot for a moment that your back - your skin - had been seared from the fire and the second you moved you felt it. Pain streaked down your spine until you were crying out once more, nearly collapsing onto the floor. While spending a single night in your home seemed like a good idea, even you knew that there would be others who’d come to check on the ruckus. Neighbors were rare, but they did exist and some weren’t so kind when it came to members of the Rebellion.

Whether he was actually a pilot for them or not it wouldn’t make much difference, because he currently resided incapacitated. He’d, unfortunately, be no help when it came to getting out of there. The forest wasn’t too far and one could easily slip into it unnoticed, but how exactly were you meant to lug around a Rebellion pilot while you were still injured?

Improvising had never been your strong suit, but it would have to do. Grabbing the last bacta kit you had, you quickly treated him as best you could, choosing to spread a burn salve on your skin. It wouldn’t fully heal your wounds, that much you were aware of. Except you couldn’t complain. Not when it gave relief to some of the pain; allowing you to finish packing up what you needed to take with you. There would be no coming back to this house.

Not in the near future that is.

“I better get an award for doing this,” you muttered, swinging the pack onto your shoulder and searching for something to drape over him in order to cover the Rebellion symbol plastered on his jacket.

The entire time you were rushing to get out and get him on the half fixed speeder outside, you didn’t stop to pose the question of why you were helping him. Why did you feel like this was your responsibility to take on? You could have left him there, ignored the knot of guilt that would have sickened you to your stomach, but instead you chose to assist rather than abandon. You wondered if…this was the thing you’d been waiting for. The release in your long awaited sentence of solitude was saving this man and finding a way to help him get back to where he came from.

It was a ridiculous idea; hoping that you’d finally get to experience life off Corellia, but so was jumping into his burning ship.

“Okay,” you sighed, gripping his upper arms once more. “Now the fun part.”

You heard them before you saw them. Voices echoing in the distance as people finally caught wind of what exactly happened. To be safe you used your knife to rip out the internal wiring of the lights you’d spent so long creating. That would give some form of an idea that you weren’t home, which would buy you a few more minutes to get him on the speeder. Whether or not the piece of junk actually worked was another matter altogether.

There were still kinks you had to work out, but when the rumble of the engine started beneath you, a small amount of relief flooded your body. He was slung rather ungracefully on the back and while you would have laughed at the situation another day, you were dealing with the impending realization that the people coming closer were not your neighbors. They wore suits of white - suits you recognized instantly - and held weapons that would put your small blaster to shame.

Gripping it in your hands you waited until their backs were turned towards you; each one intent on inspecting the remnants of the crash. They were none the wiser as you watched them from a distance, pushing the speeder out and onto the side road covered by rocks. It would lead you into the depths of the forest, but from there you’d have to find your own shelter and food.

Thankfully you’d been through the forests before, knew the terrain a bit to survive the night and from there you would have to find someone else. Not necessarily a friend, but if you remembered correctly they did owe you a few favors.

Leaping onto the speeder you heard the Stormtroopers continue their conversation, completely unaware that someone had vanished into the thicket of trees. There was a small clearing about an hour away and so you dragged the hood up and over your head, fixing your cowl so it covered half your face in order to protect your identity. You weren’t sure if the Empire had gotten this far into the planet yet, but didn’t want to find out the hard way.

Quickly throwing a glance over your shoulder, you made sure that the now covered and protected pilot was still where you put him. Much to your relief and dismay, he was.

“You owe me one flyboy,” you said, the cowl muffling your words.

The forest looked vastly different at night.

Each star in the sky seemed to be brighter the further you traveled on the desolate path with no end in sight. The only times you’d actually ventured into the forest at night was when you were meeting your friend. Even then you only dared to go into the outskirts and no further. What resided in the forest you didn’t know, but tonight you would finally be finding out.

You weren’t too enthusiastic about that fact.

Slowing the speeder down slightly, you watched a few birds take flight into the night sky, heading up into the trees that looked like they would tower over every building in Coronet City. You didn’t have time to admire for much longer, because eventually you would have to find a place to rest for the night. The salve on your wound was beginning to wear off and you had no doubt that flyboy would be waking up in a few hours.

“Clearing, clearing…clearing,” you muttered, pulling the hood from your face and shifting your protective goggles to your head. The darkened area wasn’t helping in your search, yet you wouldn’t let that bother you.

Not when things were going so smoothly in your journey already. Things could have turned out for the worse, what with you doing this on your own at the same time as being seriously injured. You might not have made it out of your home alive in the end. Pulling your hood back on along with your goggles you restarted the speeder-bike and moved forward towards what looked similar to the clearing you’d been searching for.

This would have to do for the night, until the sun gave you enough light to travel by and he was awake to actually pull his own weight. You didn’t hear the shuffle of what sounded like an animal in the distance, far too busy with getting flyboy off the speeder without actually injuring him more. He would need salve on his open wounds, only that would have to come later. Building a fire to keep the both of you warm was the first priority.

“Nice and easy,” you grumbled, dragging him closer to a fallen tree and settling him there so his head didn’t fall forward. “You know - when I asked for excitement I didn’t actually expect this much of it to happen in one night.”

Great, you were talking to yourself.

“Tell me, flyboy. Do you routinely get yourself into situations where you are unconscious?” You shifted around the edge of the clearing, gathering rocks of equal size to create your pit for the fire. “Well of course you can’t answer that question. Because…you’re…in fact unconscious. That’s just fucking fantastic.”

You knew that you looked like you had finally lost your mind, but in a way you had. There you were rubbing two sticks together to create a fire to keep you warm as you hid from the Empire. Earlier that morning all you planned to do was get parts for your speeder-bike and food to keep you alive. Somehow you wound up here and still you felt relatively calm.

As if you knew what to do at a moment’s notice of danger. When in fact, you had no clue what you would do, but that was yet another situation you would handle at a different time. Instead you focused on the small sparks that were showing up in the bed of dried grass you molded together. This is what kept you sane through everything that transpired.

The fact that you could do a simple task such as this with ease and success kept you from completely falling apart. Someone - other than yourself - counted on you and so…in a moment of eerie serenity, you set to work on building a camp that would keep the both of you alive.

“When you wake up I better hear a thank you.” You knew he couldn’t hear you, let alone know that you were actually here helping him, but talking to him was better than remaining in silence with your own thoughts. The same ones that were screaming at you to get out of there.

Find some other way to have an adventure without potentially getting yourself killed while doing it. Yet how could you when your life was no longer about just you anymore. You understood that the second you made the choice to rescue him, he would be your responsibility until he wasn’t anymore. That was something you wouldn’t leave behind, getting killed be damned.

Sighing you pulled out the small bag of fruit that you had already packed in your bag from earlier in the day. It would be enough to tide you over until you could find something much larger to feed the both of you. For now - you would watch the stars as they illuminated the night sky in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“Hey when you wake up flyboy,” you said softly, taking a bite out of the fruit and chewing thoughtfully. “Will you tell me about the stars?”

Falling asleep shouldn’t have been so easy and yet somehow you found yourself unable to keep your eyes open. The fire would burn through the wood, eventually dying down, but that wouldn’t happen until the sun was up. By your guess it would be a few more hours until then so you allowed yourself to fall into a deep sleep. Barely noticing the fruit falling out of your hands and rolling to the ground.

Just a few hours. That was all you needed to continue, except the exhaustion felt too great for merely a few hours. It would take more than that to recharge and to heal. It was only when you were too close to the edge of falling asleep did you realize you never put the salve on his wounds. But before you could wake up and go through with it you were knocked out cold.

The darkness swallowed you whole as you finally got the rest you needed.

A knife pressing against your throat isn’t how you liked to be woken up on most days, but today…it still didn’t feel right. At first you believed it was nothing but a dream - just your mind playing tricks on you - but then your eyes opened and you were staring up at a man. Not just any man, the pilot you’d been lugging around for half the night. His eyes were filled with a look you couldn’t quite discern in your groggy state, but one thing was clear.

He wasn’t happy with what he woke up to.

“Who are you?” he spit out, the blade pressing even closer to your skin.

What the fuck were you supposed to say?

Coughing, you raised your hands up in surrender as he pulled the cowl away from the bottom half of your face. “Nice to make your acquaintance, too flyboy.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say.

“Are you with the Empire?” You flinched as a small amount of pain shot through your body when he lifted you up slightly only to slam you back down to the ground. The burns on your back still hadn’t healed, so it took you a few seconds of gasping for air in order to answer his question.

“Get the fuck off me,” you rasped, hands clutching for something - anything - that would cool the burning sensation of your back.

He apparently seemed to be a persistent man; much to your disappointment. “Not until you tell me-”

“I’m not with the Empire!” The scream came out completely involuntarily after you spoke; the burning sensation now spread up your spine until you could barely see straight. “I’m the one who saved your ass from your burning ship. So you should be - fuck - thanking me.”

You couldn’t handle the pain anymore and so you pulled your knee up quickly to slam against his lower back. Right where you knew his wound had yet to fully heal. Bacta kits only worked so fast and from the time of day it only had a few hours to actually set into his immune system. He fell to the side, scrambling for the knife that dropped from his hands, but froze at the sight of you rolling to your stomach. Groaning through the searing discomfort in the hopes that it would dampen some of the pain.

“Are you-”

“Don’t! Please don’t touch me.” Pathetically whimpering out words was not how you intended to speak to him once you woke up. “The salve in my bag.”

The sound of him shifting away from you let you know that he was at least willing to help with that. You inhaled deeply, attempting to get your mind off the agony that filled your veins. It was the feeling of him pressing the small round metal container in your hand that set your body and mind into action. Sitting up with a cry of pain, you shoved the shirt up your body and bit down on it to keep it from falling.

“Can I help?”

Glaring at him probably wasn’t the best choice, when you knew that he could actually be of some use to you. Except you couldn’t help it; not when he was technically the cause of this pain. Opening the container you handed it off to him and shifted slowly so your back was exposed to him. The showing of your skin you didn’t much care about. No, it was the fact that only mere minutes ago he had been fully intent on watching you bleed out onto the Correllian forest floor.

“Just - just be careful,” you said, voice ragged from the screams. “Please.”

It was the contrast of his earlier actions that caused you to freeze in place. A gentle hand glided across your skin, spreading the salve on the places that needed it the most before rubbing it in around the still open wounds. He wouldn’t have known the extent that you went to in order to rescue him, but there tending to your still tender wounds that would no doubt scar your skin, he understood.

“Why did you do this?” he asked, still working the salve into your skin.

He was being far more thorough than you had been last night. Slowly, with each swipe of his fingers along your back, you felt the pain lessen more and more. It felt strange how a man could go from being a ruthless killer, to offering his assistance in a delicate task such as this. What felt even more strange though was the fact that you allowed him to do it.

“Why did I do what?” You nearly sighed as he pressed the salve into your last burn.

“Why did you help me?”

Not such an easy answer to give. “You were about to die. I couldn’t just leave you there.”

“Most would.”

“Would you have left me if the situations were reversed?” you asked, turning your head awkwardly to see him over your shoulder.

He glanced down at the remaining salve on his hand. “No.”

“Then that answers your question.”

Before he could respond, a growl echoed in the air behind him; coming from the thicket of trees. You pulled your shirt down and sprinted towards the speeder-bike, searching for the blaster you had grabbed from your home. It was him yanking it out of his bag and tossing you the knife that set you into gear as you shifted to face whatever creature was heading out of the forest.

You had wondered earlier on what resided within these trees. Yet now - as you were facing off something that no doubt considered you food - you weren’t so sure you wanted to know anymore. Sure enough, the large animal that pushed its way into the clearing answered your question. You didn’t want to know what the fuck lived here.

Being oblivious was always better anyways…right?

“Shit,” you whispered, eyes wide as you watched a cat-like creature begin to stalk forward. The spines coming from its back told you everything you needed to know about what exactly you were facing.

“What is it?” he asked, following your movements as you took a step back.

“Something we do not want to piss off.”

He sighed. “Which is.”

“Ever seen a Dire-cat up close?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from the animal that had fixated its red-eyed stare on you. You did however catch him shaking his head from the corner of your eye. “Well - now you have.”

“How do we kill it?” You heard the blaster begin to start up, before you were clutching the barrel of it and forcing it to point at the ground.

“We don’t. We wait for it to decide if it wants to kill us or not.”

“That’s asking to die,” he spit out.

The Dire-cat shifted closer, sniffing at the salve on the ground before heading towards the fruit that lay beside your bag. “What’s your name?” you asked abruptly, realizing that if you were going to die beside the man you saved. You would know his name.

He froze, eyes regarding you with a look of complete confusion, but went along with it regardless. He must have understood what your question actually meant. “Cassian Andor.”

“It was nice meeting you Cassian Andor,” you breathed, seeing the Dire-cat head your way.

“Nice meeting you too,” he replied, smiling briefly in your direction before turning back to the animal that had chosen you as the next meal.

“What a way to end an adventure,” you muttered to yourself, keeping your heartbeat steady as you made peace with the fact that you were about to die. How fitting for your story to end here.

How heroic.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

BRAINROT/THIRST LIST

including miscellaneous content that isn't exactly fic but sure are thoughts. author's commentary can be found at the bottom of the list

✧. ┊ rules ✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ ko-fi

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KEY

💔 angst

💝 fluff

🖤 nsfw/sexual, features content not intended for minors

(parentheses): brainrot/thoughts that relate to another fic i wrote

[will add more if needed]

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lazulight ｡･:*˚:✧｡

⛅ elira pendora

🐠 finana ryugu

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obsydia ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🌹 rosemi lovelock

🐧 petra gurin

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ethyria ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🕊 enna alouette

🪄 millie parfait

👻 reimu endou

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luxiem ｡･:*˚:✧｡

༻✧༺ 4402 reacts to luxiem 2.0

🖋 ike eveland

༻✧༺ i got fanart of ike and his 700-dollar 3 foot tall miku! | original fic 💝

༻✧༺ hotel california (in pursuit to and from the sun) | original fic 💔

༻✧༺ ike realizing his feelings (pliskinverse) | original fic 💝

༻✧༺ first time with ike (pliskinverse) | original fic 💝 🖤

🦁 luca kaneshiro

🦊 mysta rias

༻✧༺ twitching while dreaming 💝

👟 shu yamino

༻✧༺ worldbuilding and magic (trading a heart) | original fic

༻✧༺ pale blue by kenshi yonezu (trading a heart) | original fic

༻✧༺ playing with shu’s hair | original fic 💝 🖤

༻✧༺ winter cuddles | original fic 💝

༻✧༺ thoughts on shu’s ponytail before 2.0 reveal 💝

👹 vox akuma

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noctyx ｡･:*˚:✧｡

༻✧༺ 4402 reacts to noctyx 2.0

🎭 alban knox

༻✧༺ twitching while dreaming 💝

🐑 fulgur ovid

༻✧༺ prosthetics 💝

🔗 sonny brisko

༻✧༺ warm towel 💝

🔮 uki violeta

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iluna ｡･:*˚:✧｡

༻✧༺ weebcon 2023 moon bros q&a (non-verbatim)

༻✧༺ weebcon 2023 iluna girls q&a (non-verbatim)

🐰 maria marionette

💫 aster arcadia

👼 aia amare

🛸 ren zotto

༻✧༺ alien features + thoughts after wanderer 🖤

💅 scarle yonaguni

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xsoleil ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🐣 doppio dropscythe

🌂 meloco kyoran

❗️ hex haywire

⚡️ kotoka torahime

♦️ ver vermillion

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krisis ｡･:*˚:✧｡

༻✧༺ inexperienced krisis brainrot 🖤

༻✧༺ i swear zali is the real menace of krisis 💝

༻✧༺ krisis is happy to be here 💝

༻✧༺ krisis as men of the night 🖤

🧻 vezalius bandage

🔪 vantacrow bringer

🥽 yu q. wilson

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these three troublemakers ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🍡kunai nakasato

🧋 victoria brightshield

🧤 claude clawmark

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tempus hq ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🎇 regis altare

⛓ axel syrios

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tempus vanguard ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🎩 gavis bettel

🪫 machina x flayon

🔅 banzoin hakka

🏹 josuiji shinri

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avallum ｡･:*˚:✧｡

🍻 gale galleon

🌿 cassian floros

🌙lucien lunaris

♈ zander netherbrand

🕹 rosco graves

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#ao3 wrapped 2023 questions

༻✧༺ most comments and favorite line/passage

༻✧༺ most proud of, longest time writing, and most troublesome character

༻✧༺ feedback comparison between tumblr and ao3

༻✧༺ most hits and biggest surprise

༻✧༺ favorite fic title

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fic commentary and notes

༻✧༺ worldbuilding and magic (trading a heart) | original fic

༻✧༺ zombie au notes (in pursuit to and from the sun) | original fic

↪ explaining luca's characterization and breaking down shu snapping

↪ reader as an unreliable narrator and luca as an ignored character

↪ ike and reader: where are they now

༻✧༺ stars above your skin notes (pliskinverse) | original fic

↪ reasoning behind the title and star symbolism

↪ thoughts on reader as a vtuber and limits as a fan writer

[conquesthqs]

the sprawling labyrinth of the briar maze sets the scene of the next competition. the bride to be has been giddy for this competition, eager not to just show off what makes the briar maze formidable - but to engaged in a show of brains. the tyrells themselves and those of the lady tyrell's inner circle have been positioned between the hedges to be both a help, or hinderance, towards those in need.

a picnic of food laid out upon blankets at the entrance of the sprawling maze for participants to break their fast. juices of various flavors, prepared meats and cheeses that are the bride and groom's favorites laid out in a spread for everyone to indulge in. as the sun climbed higher in the sky, the soon to be married couple wished everyone luck as they journeyed into the maze with the clue for everyone to keep their eyes opened for markers to help them find their way.

with that, the maze race began.

prince drystan baratheon, becoming a little over zealous, tried to be one of the firsts to enter the maze. the maneuvering of his crutches proved to be too difficult for him, sprawling him flat upon the ground. tyrell guards made to help him up, leading him to sit upon one of the many balconies that overlooked the briar maze with the the lady leona tyrell for him to partake in tea and cookies. the next few to find misfortune were warrick waynwood, elora mooton, and gisele goodbrother. the decision to work together to see if there was a way to check over the hedges for the path was innovative, though, poor in execution. with the waynwood and goodbrother holding elora upon their shoulders, the trio couldn't boost her high enough, instead, finding themselves flat on their backs in the grass.

asha greyjoy, ruling lady eleyna lannister, and jessamyn royce all found themselves in the same quadrant of the maze. passing each other by multiple times, turned about in the same way. each trying to give direction as to how to, at least, get out of the same few paths they'd just taken but none of them finding the way out. olynna blackwood, loreon lannister, celia vance, and merrick goodbrother all managed to get a little further than other participants yet the similar looking paths proved to be difficult enough for them to wind up circling in the same manner as the others.

after an hour's passing, sixteen remained in the maze to make it to the middle. one by one, they passed lord desmond tyrell sitting upon a fountain that had a hint for them each - the paths with the purple flowers wouldn't lead them astray, though few managed to find the aster he spoke of. ruling princess ashara martell, aemma grafton, ruling lady tarah baratheon, ruling lord tybolt lannister, and alanna baratheon all came close to finding their way out of the middle's catacorner but didn't manage to find the segues leading to the outer maze.

barbery ryswell, princess alyssa baratheon, sigrid farwynd, godric stark, and cassia upcliff came close enough to the end of the maze for them to stumble upon aysia tully, who, unlike desmond, sent them in the opposite direction of the end of the labyrinth. they all found themselves retracing their steps to find their way back the desmond in the middle of the maze before they realized the trickery.

marra, drako, and kia of lys all formed a group early into the maze to help them find their way through the winding paths, soon acquiring vickon greyjoy as part of their band. between all of them, they managed to find the exit - though, they were greeted to the sight of prince cassian baratheon, talisa stark, and aariyane tarly seated upon different colored blankets enjoying wine with the samwell and malina. further investigation saw that ser aariyane tarly had come to the exit first, with talisa stark coming in second, and prince having reached the destination right before they did.

ser aariyane tarly received 200 gold dragons and a tome of her choosing as a personal gift from lady malina, lady talisa stark received 100 gold dragons and wine of her choice that the redwynes has generously given, and prince cassian baratheon received 50 gold dragons and a flower crown to wear proudly.

[fluffyprettykitty]

hello hello happy end of the month!

this month as many of you I went back to my Jensen Ackles phase and may I say it has been both wonderful and a blessing, literally more than 2 decades being obsessed with one man :P so this contains marvel, the boys, star wars, and triple frontier fics

as per usual Most of these fics and these blogs are 18+ so please be aware, and read the warnings for each fic, remember to choose to read a fic that is based on your liking, you are responsible for your own media consumption. All fics are x reader! If any of the links don't work please let me know and I will fix em asap!

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~My symbols for fics are as follows:

🍋 smut 🌺 fluff 🌩️ angst 🫂 hurt/comfort 🔱 dark

★○★○★○★ One Shots:

Ride The Lightening 🍋 (Thor) by @wint3r-h3art

She Waits In The Dark 🍋 (Valkyrie) by @erinlindsayy

Attachment 🌺🫂 (Jane Foster) by @gremlinimagines

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Queen 🌩️ (Natasha Romanoff) by @imaginearyparties

Nudey Tuesday 🌺 (Steve Rogers) by @demonpoxballad

Indifference 🔱🍋 (Sam Wilson) by @samwilsonsbabymama

Siempre 🍋🌺 🌩️ (Joaquin Torres) by @moonlight-prose

Quid Pro Quo 🔱🌩️ (tasm!Peter Parker) by @get-your-fics

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My Neck Is Open Wide, Begging For A Fist Around It 🌺🍋 (Matt Murdock) by @shedaresthedevil

Say It Again 🌩️ (Billy Russo) by @e-dubbc11

Winner's Streak 🍋 (Frank Castle, Matt Murdock) by @saintmurd0ck

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Sunday Worship 🍋 (priest!Bucky Barnes) by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Dirty Sweet 🔱🍋 (vamp!Bucky Barnes) by @nocturne-pisces

Private Eyes 🔱🌺🌩️ (Bucky Barnes) by @jobean12-blog

Always His 🔱🍋 (ex!Bucky Barnes) by @silver-pieces

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Rescue Mission 🔱 🍋 (Soldier Boy) by @musingsinmoonlight

Fuck It, I Love You 🍋🌩️ 🌺 (Frankie Morales) by @burnthoneymint

★○★○★○★ Series:

Asterism 🌩️ (Cassian Andor) by @im-poe-dameron

[River Deep] Mountain High 🌺🍋🌩️ (M'Baku) by @late-to-the-party-81

Safe Haven 🍋🌩️ (Soldier Boy) by @that-sarcastic-writer

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Please show your support to these amazing creators by following them and interacting with them and their stories! Interaction has been so hellishly low lately that is really killing the motivation of people. Together we can all make sure things will get better because we do love our fandom content, don't we? DON'T WE???? And remember reblogs and comments are important for these and any other artist! :D

[stylusscomms]

TSoF has 24 characters?!??!?! This I need to see -🚀

Technically it had more characters, but only 24 were hys,, It was Pretty much about a World of Humans and Monsters alike, Monsters had only been Allowed to Roam Freely for the past Decade or so,, The Main Group of People all went to a Monster Inclusive School

So In a List All of Them Were:

Celio Katz (They/Hy/Zyx) - A Sociopathic Seraphim who Doesn't Like People

Zephyrix "Zippy" Borakai Gnopharix (Thye/Ix/Hym) - An Brightly Colored Alien

Sawami Aoi Nagasawa (It/They) - A Swamp Mermaid

Einar Malachi (Hy/That/Ix) - A Very Forcefully and Unjustified Turned Demon

Nicholas "Vey" Oakes (He/It/Vamp) - A Punk Vampire who Likes to Playfight

Ciaran Piers Ryden (He/They) - The Sin of Sloth, Son of Death

Beatrice Achys Thanatos Ryden (She/It/Death) - The Horseman of Death

Rodion Art Chevalier (He/Him) - A Human Guard for Vampire Royalty

A8300-ST "Astrophel" (Hy/Ix) - A Robot made for Star Watching

Cassian Bennett (He/That) - A Zombie who is a Lead Singer in a Band with his So Many Pet Crows, Like So Many

Arison Chambers (He/They) - A Popular Elven Actor who Had a Rough Past

Deimos Ward Scriver (He/Him) - A Humanoid Spider Author who is a Bit Concerning

Pyrite Chesil (They/Him) - A Young Plush Clown with a Very Long Cat

Aelius Soleil Bosley (They/She/He) - A Young Dragon who Bottles Sunlight to Hoard

Corsen Amoros-Reyes (He/Feral) - A Cow-like Person who Used to be Self Destructive as a Competition with His Brother

Enos Aglais (They/Hym) - A Butterfly Musician who Professional Plays the Violin

Otto Bouwmeester (He/Him) - An Autistic Demon Train Engineer

Nine "9" Bouwmeester (Any) - A Porcelain Doll Acrobat

Aster Ophiuchus Nyx (They/He) - A Blind Moon Naga who Was Left Behind by His Mother

Malarie Dixon (She/They) - A Human who was Left in The Forest by Her Parents and Raised by Lynx's

Devina Pearl Scyphozoa (She/Jelly) - A Jellyfish who Owns a Axe Throwing Business

Kenzo Takeshio Saives (They/She) - The Opposite of Pestilence, Health Herself

Charoum The Warden (No Pronouns) - The Angel who Looks after Where Other Angels Live

Laycie The Fae (She/Lace) - A Lace Faerie

And Thats all of Them!! Hy has some small drawings of some of them too

[hellotherekenobi]

Hello there k(ara)enobi! There’s not enough Cassian Andor in my life, so I will ask for some fic recs 📖

Thank you for your service, blog 😌

You GENIUS! K(ara)enobi omg I will never be known as anything else ever again. Here are some great stories (& great writers) for you!

Asterism by @im-poe-dameron (& also her entire blog, absolutely chefs kiss)

Never Doubt Me by @dameronology

Our Chance by @princessxkenobi

East of Eden by @thranduilsperkybutt (18+)

[ironically-no-name]

Neutral Medieval Names

Aleric

Aster

Astrid

Avice

Brenna

Cass/Cassian

Drustan

Dustin

Elric

Emil

Florian

Hawk

Morcant

Olive

Oliver

Orvyn

Osric

Pascal

Pierce

Ursa

[moonlight-prose]

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your WIPs, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

tagged by the lovely: @cregan-starks (sorry i'm finding it so late babes)

tagging: @fluffyprettykitty, @tarrenterror25, @iamskyereads, @navybrat817, @saradika

[completeoctrash]

*boops them all then runs away from the consequences of my own actions*

??????? - Cassian

[boops you back] - Aster

:D???? - Nic

What the fuck. - Blake