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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Since @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax all asked me (some twice, if you need any idea at how bad I am at answering asks), I’ve finally gotten around to writing it down…

I'll answer it for my main WIPs, Circa Specturgia's main character, Caspian. Answers being from him in the state he's in around the midpoint, or towards the end of the second arc of the story, if I were to guess!

Cas is sitting in front of a fire, a ways away from the camp where everyone else is staying, far enough away to be out of earshot when you sit beside him. He doesn't pay you much mind, though he doesn't brush you off, instead stoking the fire, which illuminates the bags under his eyes.

1. Are you named after anyone?

I am. We were able to know for sure that the A .in my name meant Alekos once we'd met V, though after meeting Mask the first time, we already suspected that it meant something to me. Though, I don't know if I can count it as being named after someone if I'm to be that persons incarnation...

Aside from that, Blackwood... It's where I'm supposedly from, but I'd like to think that I've made that my name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’d rather not say. Or think about it.

3. Do you have kids?

Uh, no. Maybe I'd like to, in the future, though. If I can even really think about that right now. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure if Mask can even... hmm. Maybe I should ask.

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Never. Not once in my life have I ever used sarcasm for any reason.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Would you punch me if I said their ass?

He chuckles a bit once you do, before he straightens up, stoking the fire again.

Their eyes. You can usually tell a lot from the eyes.

6. What's your eye color?

Black. Or really dark grey? Like graphite, or obsidian. They apparently turn gold sometimes though. Whenever I do anything Antecendant. I’ve never looked in a mirror when it happens.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I'd like to hope for happy endings.

8. Any special talents?

I don't know if I can count my arsosteia as a talent? It's just something I can do, thought V said I have a knack for it. Kane would also– ...sorry.

He goes silent for a moment, having remembered something he'd rather have not, the fire dimming before he realizes it, and reignites the embers.

Uh, I guess Adira said once that I picked up fighting instincts quick.

9. Where were you born?

I… don’t really know. The Blackwood, I mentioned it earlier, was where I was apparently created, but I don’t know the details. If V knows, he didn't tell me. Cyril put down Layr Laiarta when sorting out my documents, so I guess that makes me a Vosiinæan on paper. I think that works for me. Maybe I'll settle down there. If I earn that happy ending.

10. What are your hobbies?

I liked reading, when I had time. The Royal University Library had a ton of books, and even if the ones on Matrixes gave me a headache I'd still take those over what we have to deal with these days.

Sparring is nice too. Both with or without specturgy. It lets everything sort of melt away, too.

11. Do you have any pets?

Do the runalongs count? I didn’t even know I could do it until recently but Mask taught me to summon them to me and they have my fire, so I guess that makes them my pets?

That said, Mask is enough of a creature themselves that I could call them my Pet…

12. What sports do you play/ have played?

Does sparring count? Adira and Cyril have us practicing nearly constantly. I don’t mind it, though. Like I said, helps me clear my head.

13. How tall are you?

6'5" or so? Cyril says I've gotten taller over the last year.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Gods, that feels forever ago... I think it would've been the the practice matches against Cyril. Or the control exercises, they were tough, but, finishing them felt good.

15. Dream Job?

He doesn't speak for a moment, looking into the fire.

I haven't let myself think that far ahead, yet.

I return the ask to @tryingtimi @bloodlessheirbyjacques @the-void-writes @baroquesse, @awritingcaitlin and @agrimedena-drax, and add on @magefaery @cherrybombfangirlwrites @verba-writing @ss-hawthorne @kainablue @wildswrites @jessica-writes22 @breath-of-eternity and @manuscriptsatmidnight!

Have fun!

#what he said about Cyril and Adira having him practice is a lie btw #he’ll just never admit it #he throws himself into practice and will work himself to the bone to distract himself from things #or to feel productive with work #to try and get better to protect those he loves #if anything his parents are more often than not trying to find ways to get him to stop running himself ragged #though they do encourage practice and varied exercises #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #fantasy writing #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia

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circa-draws · 1 year

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Theodore Withekay III / Thanadeuss

Pencil on paper

I wanted to try for a more dynamic pose as opposed to the still and static ones I was used to here. I was originally intending on finishing this one, before posting it here, but I don’t think I’ll have the motivation to do so. Initially began this character as a design for a DnD character, but he’s dead now in the campaign I played him in. Decided to also make him a character in my main WIP, though, with a similar backstory to his DnD counterpart, so he wasn’t wasted!

#Who knows #maybe I’ll come back to him sometime finish his design in the direction of one character or the other…#I'll need to add a few more details to shift him towards Thanadeuss #But it'd be fun #and the anatomy needs a bit of work #But for now I think it's fine #Circa draws #pencil #artblr #artists on tumblr #dnd art #dnd pc #dnd pc art #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia

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agrimedena-drax · 2 years

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Hello! Hi! Didn't see you coming! 😘

@circa-specturgia asked recently:

If you were an æris in the setting of Circa Specturgia, what would be your type/color of wings?

And I can't just miss the opportunity to imagine myself as æris in their setting!

Let's go!!! ✨✨

So...

If I had wings in Circa Specturgia setting, I would definitely choose either:

1. Wings of a falcon:

I am person with fear of heights. circa mentioned that in this setting it would be negated. Then... what's the better opportunity than fly with amazing velocity, dive down with astonishing precision?! I would definitely have fun and use my advantages having those falcon wings 🦅

2. Ara Hyacinthe

This beautiful bird was one of my favourites. I would definitely show their beauty and strength. Those ones I would choose if I wasn't put into adventure, being just NPC, who will eventually draw some attention to the mains 😘

~~~

Those are my two choices of æris wings! Thank you @circa-specturgia to encouraging everyone by such an amazing post!

Have a wonderful day Bees ✨🐝

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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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Layr Laiarta, Capital of Vosiinæa

Pencil on bristol, 100 x 70 cm

Will I ever finish this one…? I don’t know. While I feel proudest of this one, at the same time I notice so many things I’d do differently now, which make me think of possibly redoing it, over the summer, changing many things, in which case finishing this wouldn’t be that sensible… But I might. It’s fun to work on, relaxing now, shading in and adding little details.

#pencil #shading #my art #artists on tumblr #artists community #artblr #fantasy art #fantasy city #wip.circa specturgia #circa specturgia #the world of Istra #my drawing

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circa-specturgia · 2 years

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Writeblr Intro+ WIP Masterpost

Around time I got to this isn’t it…? I promised myself I’d do a proper re-intro once I had a bit more experience with this site and I’d say 3 months is a good! So, then, let the reintro commence! Starting with the WIPs! About The Author at the bottom!

Note: All bits without a link are posts I have yet to make but plan to! Maybe I’ll open asks to have y’all chose which you’d like to hear first! We’ll see…

Circa Specturgia

The planet of Istra is a mysterious one… The further you venture from civilization, more dangerous and wild the world get, with remnants of an ancient time now long passed, and yet, still echoing…

[Actual Plot Summary In-Progress]

Aesthetics, Asks & Assorted Others

Aesthetics and Intro to Istra Cas’ Favorites + Some Aesthetics On Vælan Ships Circa Specturgia Lootbox Istran Tech Tamara’s Guns Istra Map Designs A Few Historical Figures

Characters

The Cast Intro

Specturgy

Specturgy - Brief - A TL;DR overview of the system Specturgy - Introduction Specturgy - Specters Specturgy - Jynkaturgy & Viðumancy

Races

Race - Æris Race - Væla Race - Casian Race - Vestarii Race - Jihn Race - Eh’Sheyva Race - Tessekan Race - [Remains Unnamed]

Scenes & Snippets

In a red courtyard - 1.7K Comfort - 0.2K The stars were shining - 0.8K I'll carry you... - 0.4K ...when you've fallen asleep - 0.8K It's as good as - 0.5K Fratricidium - 1.1K

Fingertips and Shadows - 4.7K (smut)

In Endowment, Servitude - 0.7K (Crossover w/ @bloodlessheirbyjacques)

You’re a terrible influence on me - 3.7K (Part I of the crossover w/ @bloodlessheirbyjacques) (smut) (Previous part of this AU by Jacques here!)

The Main Course - 2.3K (Part II of the crossover w/ @bloodlessheirbyjacques) (smut) (Previous part of this smut here!)

Lost & Found

Perception, dreams, ideas, concepts, nightmares, thoughts... These are the things that shape the world. Lily Maradona becomes aware of that on the day when a man who bends space comes for her imaginary friend.

A writing collaboration with the brilliant @agrimedena-drax! ✨ For more details on character check out her blog! ✨

Characters

Jehoel / Joel / Iahoel / יהואל Victor

Introduction

Memorandum

Lore & Worldbuilding

The Lost & Found Institute Overseers / Watchful Reality Bends Technology

Prometheus

46.5 Billion light years. The crew of the Prometheus II mission find themselves beyond the reaches of the Earths observable universe. Far beyond the safety of home. And yet, far from alone... Ancient alien civilizations, ancient ruins, an intergalactic mystery, ghosts and beings of the final frontier, which the seven of them must face, if they hold on to any hope of getting home.

Assorted Things

Intro to Prometheus Prometheus Lootbox

Scenes and Snippets

Prologue - Sol 180

A statue of ice stands alone in a field of silver Machine

Untitled WIP

The world has long since begun to heal. Generations have been born, and no one lives who still cries and recoils at the sight of fire. The world is green once more. Turns out the end of the world as we know it wasn't the same as the end of the world.

Assorted Posts

Brainstorming post (Ft. @jess-p-edits)

Snippets

Satellite Dishes Roofrunners Expedition

About The Author

And so, like a phoenix, I am reborn! Thoughts on the new colors y'all? But, onto the topic! I don't think I've gotten any better at this since last time, so I'll just go over the key notes:

Writing + Reading

Fantasy, from the high to the low and all of the stuff in between!

Contemporary fantasy, supernatural fiction, and urban fantasy are just great.

Anything Sci-Fi. Seriously. From the more energetic and hopeful daring explorations to the cosmic horror and soul-shaking solitude of the abyss, all of it is damn brilliant. Especially love me some science in my science fiction!

Sharing ideas! Talk about people’s WIPs, characters, and just hearing from all these brilliant and creative people! It’s just such a human experience to hear the excitement in someone voice or writing when they share things about something they put so much work and time and love into, y’know?

WORLDBUILDING. There’s just something about a world that’s well thought out with little details, or just unique, and vibrant, and creative that makes me happy, and, per what I said above? Hearing about people’s worlds is the BEST.

Mortally gray characters, Queer characters, Morally gray queer characters.

As for just general stuff:

Oversized anything, hoodies, sweaters, blankets, all of it is so cozy! Fireplaces, in snowed-in cabins in the woods are my jam.

Tea. (Currently love me some milky oolong.)

Drawing! I mainly do traditional art, pen and paper, been thinking about making a sideblog for it all...

D&D is just wild. If you write and haven’t ever played you’re missing out. If you just haven’t played in general, you’re missing out!

All pronouns are fine, lost me gender in Ye Olde Gender War, back in '69. Hovering in the general vicinity of being a bi/pan guy, so those also fit if you want.

Pretty much married to @agrimedena-drax 🖤✨

Lovely to meet y'all, new and old, and welcome to Writeblr!

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circa-specturgia · 9 months

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An Animal in Bed

A short two scenes of some fluff and cuddles between Cyril and Adira, two soldiers with long and winding pasts, and an on-and-off relationship that has lasted for almost 4 decades. They are messes when it comes to one another. I love them so much.

CW // Nudity? It’s not described in detail. But they sure as hell are nude. Some brief flirting and implied smut at the end as well!

Steam rolled from the bathroom door as Cyril nudged it open with a bare foot, dusky skin slipping from under the pale towel affixed at his waist.

Stretching, he gave a groan of satisfaction as he felt a pleasant grind in his spine and shoulders, tail similarly tugging backwards. The ache in his shoulder that had been bothering him all day had dulled.

Adira had enjoyed the water he’d warmed up for her a half hour ago, and now he in turn made note to thank her for cooling it down for him. Ice cold showers never failed to make him feel alive, relaxed. His specturgy would usually react at least a bit, however, resulting in clouds of steam never failing to fill the shower.

Slippers sliding across the hardwood floor, he hung his perfect military posture up along with his towel and walked to the bed, allowing his shoulders to sag, an absentminded wave dimming the candles that lit the room.

What woke both him, and Adira, was the moment he crashed on top of her, elbow connecting painfully with her lower back and causing the both of them to make some very un-professional noises.

“Fucking…” The Alf began, before sighing, muttering something under her nose, turning over on top of the furs before looking the Jihn in the eye sleepily.

It was only the hot shower pronouncing her tiredness with her Alvish blood that stopped her from reacting more animatedly.

Instead, she simply said; “Why?”

“You- I thought-” He began, hoping his freckles weren’t illuminated in the moonlight in embarrassment (They were.)

“You’re usually in your other form around now. I was tired, and didn’t bother to check, so, I… jumped. Onto you.”

If he’d been even a bit more tired, Cyril wouldn’t have realized how stupid it sounded. Unfortunately the both of them had been shocked awake by the jolt of one full grown, fully nude, hardened soldier leaping onto the other and slamming together.

Adira blinked once, then smiled sluggishly at the other man, now kneeling, tail flitting around nervously, as she got up, bare scar, weight and muscle defined in the candle beside the bed.

“We’re gonna talk about this tomorrow morning, you know that?”

“Yes-”

“Until then, let’s just get some fucking sleep. Sound good?” Cyril paused for a moment, closing his mouth and nodding.

“Yeah.”

Adira gave a satisfied smile, before stretching slightly, the familiar growl beginning to build like an engine firing up in her chest, within a moment the bed filled with a giant mass of black, silver, gray and white fur, a pair of glowing yellow-blue eyes staring at him.

A massive, taloned hand reached from the mass before Cyril could move from where he’d stood at the foot of the bed. With ease, it picked him up and drew him into the cuddle, as the beast began to purr, and the two of them fell asleep.

“All I’m saying is, you need to let it relax. You haven’t hurt me once in your sleep. If there’s anyone I can trust you being around, and you can trust being around you, when you’re like that, it’s me, isn’t it?” Cyril said, while they ate breakfast, adding between bites. “Thanadeuss was able to control how much of it he let out. You’re working up to that fine control, but in the meantime, this could work.”

“You have a point.” She muttered, begrudgingly admitting to herself that it felt better after having spent the night in that form, the curse apparently satisfied. “Doesn’t it bother you?”

“Maybe it doesn’t.” He shrugged, giving a glance up at her and turning back to his food.

The Alf had known him long enough to know when he was hiding something, and longer still, to tell what it was he as hiding.

“So you’re saying you like that form?”

“Would it surprise you all too much if I said it excited me…?”

She stared at him, for a moment, eyes wide, before her gaze narrowed, a slight hint of yellow ringing her irises and a smile tugging the corners of her lips.

“Is that so…?”

Her voice dove to a valley between a purr and a growl. It was all he needed to hear to know that the rest of the day would entail.

Hope you enjoyed! ✨ I ought to write some smut for them cause they’re soooo fun to imagine but I haven’t yet found the time and mood to do so properly, though I have a few scenarios in mind!

#fluff #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing #circa specturgia #wip.circa specturgia #my writing #I promised a new scene and I want to make sure to start posting again especially since I’ve really picked this WIP back up #after a month and a half of total emptiness and a half month preceding that of slow stagnation #so this feels good

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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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Casian Race

Note! As in the previous two, some of what I’ve got below is subject to some change as I’ve just came back to looking over the origins of the world and all and feel like it may be due for a rework of sorts, but this is what I’ve got for the time being!

The Casian (Kay’shun), is one of several races inhabiting the world of Circa Specturgia. Casians are, breaking the fourth wall for a moment, the settings equivalent to our humans, with some minor changes.

The terms “human” and “humanity, and all connected words (“humane,” “humanize”) still exist, however these refer to all of the races of the setting, “humanity” being the concept of all humanoid races, or in the spiritual sense, the psychological traits and behaviors that unite all the races in spite of cultural and behavioral differences.

For example, while the kindness shown by a Casian and a Vælan would be different, due to how they view interpersonal relationships, the act of showing kindness itself is a very human trait.

The existing of these words prove the interracial unity that all races still have for each other, a deep and profound understanding and belief that they came from the same origin, phrases like “You’re only human” rather than “You’re only X”. “The human condition.” “The human experience.”

While each race always has great cultural differences, beauties, and uniquenesses, and can speak of these, they can also (but not only) speak of a universal experience, which all others can understand and connect to.

With those notes out of the way, onto the details!

Biology

Some general traits of the Casians are:

Several general traits identical to us humans, diversity of skin color, hair color, both types, height and weight, having settled all over the globe!

An omnivorous diet, though some may chose different balances, which, so long as the body gets the required nutrients, the body is able to adapt to and live off of!

Casians have one of the most resilient biologies of all races in terms of both physiology, immune resistance, and other traits, having a sort of intercultural stereotype for being tough as nails, in the sense of their willpower, and the body to back that up.

One trait that Casians have that differ them significantly from us are their varied eye colors, mostly in shades ranging from pale to vibrant! From sky blue to lapis, mint green to emerald, milk teas to fresh brewed amber earl grey, shades of reds, and oranges, yellows being far less common, although possible! Purples, however, only exist due to crosses with Jihn.

An odd trait that is unique to Casians among all the races is their inexplicable capability to find things never experienced before familiar. This can even stretch to being able to sometimes “remember” things that have not yet happened, and in even rarer cases act upon the “memory,” though it is known that this is not a consciously controlled occurrence. Some captains have written about “remembering” a particular crash of lightning that happened before they ran into the rocks, and turning the rudder just in time, or a swordsman suddenly anticipating the next move of his enemy before they had even met eyes. Most often though, it happens randomly, familiarity of a place, or simple events. This is referred to as deja vu.

The name, Casians, originates from the olden Casia, the name for the Lavenda plant. Since ancient times, Casians knew of the plants properties, often times planting it all over, along with crops, and being known to carry if on their person. Lavenda was deeply ingrained in their cultures, and so they came to be know as the Casians.

Many Casians have freckles, most subtle showing themselves once exposed to more sunlight, some prominent.

History and Culture

Unlike the Væla, Casians do not have a uniform history or culture from which all modern Casian cultures branch. In fact, some cultures have a different name for Casians, such as the Jihn, with a word translated to approximately mean patchwork used affectionately for Casians.

Not only did Casian culture greatly drawn on the unique space in which it arose, but they would also adopt parts of culture that belonged to those they spent time with, learning about it. When this wasn’t scorned by those to whom which it belonged, when Casians were invited to join in practices and traditions, they would often times also take them up! This is one reason why Casian societies which evolved in close proximities with those of Jihn especially evolved similarities and even formed single cultures, considering Jihn sociability!

Aside from Jihn, Casians have societies all over the globe, in very varied and unique groups to one another, with greatly varying cultures, usually shared or ingrained with the cultures of other races living in the same region or country! Of course, very rarely do they have such societies with Væla, with their treasuring of solitude and closed-off culture, or with Vestarii for their unique lifestyles…

However, it’s known that of all the races, Casians form some of the best diplomats, being often greatly empathetic and being able to read others extraordinarily well. They possess an odd understanding of others, being able to read subtleties in a persons mood regardless of their race, to some being unerring while to others a calming friend, someone to whom you may be honest, and who reacts to you well.

Casians are one of the most widespread races across Istra, and the one with the lost varied culture, integrated into a great number of modern societies, and possessing a great curiosity and fascination for the world.

That’s about all I have on them for now. All of this could be technically skipped over and simply replaced with the sentence: “Casians are just Istran Humans”, but nonetheless I enjoyed writing it out and giving it some proper thought! ✨

Any idea which post/topic I should do a post on next…? I’m curious to hear what y’all would be interested in!

Taglist for Circa Specturgia ✨ @bloodlessheirbyjacques @athenswrites @magefaery @muddshadow @awritingcaitlin @agrimedena-drax @pinespittinink @tryingtimi @jessica-writes22 @the-void-writes @queensummer @aesa Let me know if you’d like to be added/removed! ✨

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circa-specturgia · 9 months

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Babylon

A brief little scene I wrote a good while back but didn’t find the energy to post before, featuring Caspian, the protagonist, trying to use some of his newfound abilities to heal his friend, Alix. Inspired by Babylon by Barns Courtney.

TW // Desc. of a wound

“This power is mine.”

He grunted, knees buckling, lying them down down in the broken wheat, hands folded on the wound, as the wind ripped their hair into their eyes. Blood stained and seeped into the golden field, like rubies inset in gold.

“This power is mine.” He repeated, stronger. “It is in my body and in my soul, and I will use it as I wish. I won’t let you die. I won’t allow it.”

His eyes burned in intensity, fire and light erupting from between splayed fingers, calling on that deep buried and suppressed force that rose to his call instantly. It’d been waiting for this. Surging forward, like an animal finally allowed to hunt.

And then Alix’s heart beat, weakly.

His momentary hesitation turned to ash in the wind in an instant, as he spoke again.

“This is my power and I will make you live.”

Very short one but I hope you enjoyed reading! Longer scenes to come shortly! ✨

#writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writing #circa specturgia #wip.circa specturgia #my writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #I haven’t posted anything in FOREVER #but I have a few scenes pretty much done and finished now and I hope to maybe start posting them again soon

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circa-specturgia · 2 years

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Circa Specturgia - In a red courtyard

A scene from my main WIP, Circa Specturgia. I had a lot of fun writing this one, tried out a few things, had new ideas I weaved in there, and hope that you enjoy reading it as well! Includes my protagonist, Caspian, and Adira.

Inspired by the song “Dangerous” - Welshly Arms, recommend playing it once they get to sparring! ✨

TW// Violence, Fire, Start of a panic attack

The Vælan stepped over to the Jihn who stood in the shadow of the inner courtyard walkway, joining him hidden in the shadows formed by the silver moonlight from above. His expression was muddled, a mess of confusion, helplessness, frustration, and deep though, brow furrowed and wine red eyes glistening in silver, locked on the boy training in the courtyard.

He made to move towards the mahogany railing, pulling on a smile, before she stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder, speaking quietly.

- ”It’s not what he needs right now. I’ll handle this. You need to get some sleep after todays shit.” She said, adding before Cyril could say anything more. “Trust me with him, alright? Rest.”

He hesitated for a moment, looking between Adira and Cas, before sighing and smiling tiredly, this time genuinely, intense focus fading. Leaning in, he brushed his lip to her cheek, before trudging to their room silently as she had, light on his feet as ever, though it was clear from how far his shoulders slumped when he let his wide frame relax that he had been tense. Adira couldn’t help but think of her own father, how he’d worried over Alvor when he’d trained himself to the bone.

Once she heard him collapse on the bed, then did she move to the stairs, ears slightly twitching, picking up the sounds of the rest of the space. Scribbling pencil and hushed whispers from Tam and Ciro’s room. Alix’ having no sound, they had fallen asleep early, reading. Crows feet pattered on the patterned burgundy roof of the building. The steps were loud, creaking if not for her avoidance of the loud ones, making her way to the edge of the square.

Adira leaned against the pillar at the edge of the walkway where it opened into the courtyard with her arms crossed, watching Cas’ form and footwork intently. Analytically. The boy met her eye for jut a moment, stoping for just a half-second before fluidly transitioning into the next step, feet dancing over the tiled design. He’d improved.

- “Are you trying to get a repeat of whatever happened back there? Whatever that was?”

- “I’m trying to make sure I don’t.” He replied tersely, though not stopping his movements, his tone dead, focused.

- “…You’ve gotten better. I’m proud.” She said after a minute.

- “Stop trying to make me feel better General. Doesn’t suit your… everything.” He cracked, moving to face his back to her, to hide the small smile that passed over his expression.

- “Same brat I had to beat all those basics into, huh?”

A loose strand of flame flew towards her at the jab, extingushed on reflex with a flick of the wrist, water rising from the grated channels running around the perimiter of the courtyard to answer her call.

She chuckled at the immature gesture, focusing on his expression again, his face being a mask of focus, though she’d seen him focused enough times in training to read the hidden worry etched in his brow.

- “Hey, look at me. Kid.” She spoke sternly, but with an uncharacterstic gentleness to her tone, catching Caspian off guard, prompting him to let the dancing fire burn out, his eyes just black once more, the worry becoming all the more prominent. “You’re not losing yourself to power. I’ve seen it happen, that’s not what’s going on here. Whatever it is, it’s not your fault and not in your control. Now get some rest.”

- “I’m not tired.” He replied, once again summoning flame, fluid and controlled movements not betraying any sign of deceit.

- “No, you’re not…” she paused for a minute, asking after a few moments of footwork. “Can’t sleep?”

Cas nodded. A moment of quiet passed, only the furling and whipping of the flames and the wind of the night audible, before the vælan steped forward, taking off her jacket and rolling up her sleeves, tying her hair back with a blue ribbon previously tied at the wrist.

- “Tell you what. I could blow off some steam. Slagsmål, let’s go.”

- “You sure…? I don’t want to cut into the others sleep-” Cas began, raising an eyebrow, before she cut him off.

- “You need something to take your mind off of things. Be selfish for yourself once in a while Kid.”

Cas sighed, eventually leaning down to roll up the cuffs of his currant pants, rolling up the sleeves of the loose shirt, finding his spot on the opposite side of the tiled floor from where his teacher. She stretched kicking off her shoes, first fingers, then hands, arms, shoudlers, core, legs, calves, ankles.

The two knelt before each other, one knee, meeting eyes before leaning down, forehead to the cold, course slate. Rising slowly, Cas felt her influence encompass the space, instantly extending his own, pushing back, a pale smile ticking the corner of his lips, the familiar and comforting chill of pressure running up his spine. A heaviness filled the air, flowing, fluid, but universally dense. Both held their breath.

In a split second, the courtyard was filled with flame, crimson light, strings snapping, the deep thrum of energy reverberating through the air, the hiss of quenched fire filling Adira’s ears as she guarded.

A heavy thud accompanied by a grunt from beyond the sea of red and gold brought on a smirk. She’d hit her mark. The flames died, revealing the scene, Cas a few feet to the side of an angled pillar of ice. He shook his arm in annoyance, wincing though not speaking, regaining his balance, uncharacteristic intensity, no banter as was his norm. His form shimmered for a moment, as she watched his stance widen and lower. One foot sliding back, eyes locked on her, slow flames starting to dance from his chest, arms, legs… Sense. ‘On-command, huh? Nice work.’ She thought, before speaking.

- ”Now-” She matched his wager, focusing, feeling her breathing slow and deepen, heart thundering in her chest, voice reduced to a heavy whisper, her breath turning to mist - “you’ve made things interesting, kid.”

Cas held for a moment, watching his mentor’s stance. Silver frost gathered across the alf’s skin, spreading across the tiles beneath her feet. An opening. It took him about a half a second to capitalize on the opportunity, feinting his control to the left before aiming an arc at her right, the bass of the blast shaking the courtyard as he attacked. Cold washed over his fist. She’d managed to parry. Damn it.

The hair stood up on his neck, dodging out of the way of a strike from the left, back stepping. The fire around him sparked brighter. So long as he kept that up, he could counter at least some of the ice, limit her range of getting him close.

Another step back, melting the ice she’d formed under his feet without effort. Move, keep your guard, dig in to strike, stay in control. These words echoed in his head, like a mantra of focus, negating strikes from the right and above with a forceful spiral of fire. The ice cracked with a thunderous snap from the shock of heat.

Move. He stepped towards the right, against the attack, not away. A second one followed the first he’d countered, this time dodging. Shards sharp as metal, grazed his shoulder.

Keep your guard. Senses sharpened, acute. An arc prepared, from the lower right. He quickly extended his influence there as well, the same flow as Adira’s ice in preparation, but one of fire. Meeting it as it was formed, the air shook, cracking, heat and cold. A perfect Bossellian Counter. Adira didn’t have time to be proud.

Dig in to strike. The student raced forward, crossing the distance between them instantly, in a move too annoyingly reminiscent of a certain Jihn now asleep upstairs, to the mentors eyes. Eyes like embers sparked with focus, an exhilirated smile on his face. A matrix glowed in his hand, hastily drawn. Spiraling Triangles Formation. ‘Not bad Kid,’ was all Adira could half-think before training kicked in, weaving a counter.

Stay in control. Control. A sudden cold washed over his mind, freezing him up for a moment.

He’d pushed too hard. A memory of what had happened when he’d felt like this before flashed before his eyes. He pulled back on reflex. Before he could really grasp what had happen, he was on the ground, cheek scraped against the tile, Adira pinning him down. His breathing became uneasy, shaky, panicked. Afraid.

It all couldn’t have taken longer than 20 seconds.

A blade clanged into the ground in front of his face, showing him the reflection of his eyes.

- “Hey. Hey, look. Not gold. You’re fine.” He stopped struggling immediately, frozen for a second before relaxing as she climbed off of him, resheathing the knife. Cas’ breathing leveled out as he got to one knee, hair falling in his face, exhaused. “You can’t just pull back the moment you feel powerful. Don’t fear it. You’re strong Kid, if it happens again you’ll power through it… How long have you been practicing anyways?”

- “An hour… Give or take.” He managed, barely.

- “Breaks?”

- “Every ten minutes.” He pointed at a kettle and few herbs he had lying at the edge of the courtyard. Something told Adira he’d been drinking it straight, scalding, taking advantage of the resistance to temperature.

- “Well, you’re done for today. You’ll put yourself in a coma if you push yourself after Sensing like that. Get to bed. I’ll be beating you till you pass out every night if you don’t take better care of yourself starting now. Understood?” Cas managed a weak smile.

- “Understood, General.” He turned to walk to the stairway, before she added.

- “What I said before, I meant it. It’s not your fault, Cas. Whatever it is… You have us. We’re not going anywhere. I won’t let anyone hurt you, neither will Cyril, alright?”

- “Thanks.” His voice was a bit hoarse when he finally spoke, wiping a fleck of melted ice from his eye as he dragged himself upstairs.

- "Yeah, yeah. Get some rest, Kid. You’ll need it for when I kick your ass again tomorrow.”

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Specturgy - Brief

The TL;DR for all of Circa Specturgia’s Hard Magic System!

As promised, I said I would do a Too Long; Didn’t Read post for my magic system as while I’d originally wanted to fit everything in a single post, I realized while working on the first that there was way too much material, and so I’ve made three separate posts!

Introduction to Specturgy

Specters

Jynkaturgy and Viðumancy

I feel as though the three above are a good basis for the system and go into some finer details on some matters, though there’s still quite a bit I haven’t detailed and fleshed out, which I might do in future posts! For now though, the brief on Specturgy!

The fabric of the cosmos consists of impossibly small threads forming the material and immaterial of what is reality.

These can be categorized into aspects, the many parts that make up the whole.

The art of manipulating the strings of reality is called specturgy.

Specturgy can be split into two types, Jynkaturgy, and viðumancy.

Jynkaturgy is the art of controlling the materium of the world, elements.

Viðumancy is the art of controlling the immaterium of the world, conceptual things, forces.

People capable of specturgy are called specters. Those who possess jynkaturgy are referred to as jynkaturgists, and those who are capable of viðumancy, viðumancers.

A specter can only control one aspect, a single type of strings. Ie, a given jynkaturgist can control only water, or only fire.

Specters do not draw energy from any sort of internal pool. Instead they are only able to manipulate the world and energy around them.

A specters capabilities rely on three factors; Influence, Force, and Control.

Influence is a specters reach so so speak, the amount of strings they can control at once, and their hold over these strings.

Force is simply the amount of force placed on these strings, ie how hot a fire can be burned, or how hard a stone can be pushed.

Control is a measure of precision. The higher the control of a specter, the better they are at being precise and accurate with their specturgy.

Specters interact with the strings of reality by extending their influence to them.

They can interact with the strings passively, ie, spread their influence and take hold of the strings, and actively, meaning manipulating them and making specturgy.

There are seven main interactions of a specter with the strings. (Explained more extensively in the post Specters.)

Push-Pull - The action of pushing or pulling an impulse along a string/set of strings.

Arc - Arcing a string into a bent shape.

Cross - Crossing two strings at an angle so the cross formed is a nexus for energy.

Fold - More intense arcing, an actual angle forming in the string.

Coil - Coiling a string around an axis forming a spiral.

Converge - Converging two or more strings into one.

Diverge - Diverging one string into two or more.

All specters are theoretically capable of three forms of interaction aside from the above, to a degree. These are Weaving, Imbuing, and Sense.

Weaving is the art of forming matrixes, complex circles and geometric shapes in the air out of the strings, which can then be activated in order to give a give effect.

Imbuing is the capability of infusing an item with specturgy, as though tying the strings around, or weaving them into the object. A knife imbued with flame will glow with heat and light, when activated.

While only specters can imbue items, all people can focus and activate an imbued item. This is explained under the theory of all people possessing a specturgic connection but only a rare fraction being able to tap into the deeper abilities.

Sense is a capability very rarely awakened but is a state of meditation and profound connection not only to one’s aspect but to all of reality, being described as being in tune with reality.

It is characterized by a slowed breath, elevated heart rate, and high adrenaline in the body, reflexes and senses far more sensitive and physical capabilities enhanced, as well as a passive activation of one’s specturgy without focus, ie an jynkaturgist of flame being wreathed in fire as they enter Sense.

Jynakturgy and viðumancy are the two branches of specturgy.

The odds of being born a specter are approximately 50,000 to 1, the exact number is unknown, as it can differ depending on race or location, as some locations or races have a deeper tie to given aspects.

Jynkaturgists are far more common, however, outnumbering viðumancers approximately 3 to 1.

Jynkaturgy is the art of manipulating the strings that make up the materium, the elements. There are four Cardinal Elements, or Cardinal Aspects of Jynkaturgy: Fire, Water, Earth, and Wind.

Additional, jynkaturgists of flame can sometimes awaken the ability to manipulate lightning, and (in theory, see post on Jynkaturgy and Viðumancy), plasma.

Jynkaturgists of earth can learn to manipulate metal as well, though like with lightning to flame, the ability is not as common.

In the case of water, ice, snow, steam, fog, and all other states of water are capable of being manipulated by all jynkaturgists of water and so they are not considered extension elements. The same goes for things like glass, or sand, to earth.

The method most often used by jynkaturgists as a means of better controlling and connecting to their elements is tattoos. A form of special ink is injected under the skin and then “burned in” in a process which connects the ink to the specter and the specter to the strings more deeply than they already are.

Viðumancy is the art of manipulating the immaterium of the universe, it’s concepts and forces. These form up the Pentacept, five basic forces know to be awakened in viðumancers.

The Pentacept is comprised of Gravitation, Perception, Transportation, Vibration, and Dilation.

Gravitation, the art of manipulating the force of gravity, and mass of objects.

Perception. The art of manipulating both one’s own and other perception of things, being able to control knowledge and sense things beyond one’s possible knowledge.

Transportation, the art of movement from A-to-B, in some practiced cases even instantly.

Vibration, the art of harnessing waves, tremors, frequencies.

Dilation, the capability to change the flow of time, slowing or even possibly nearly stopping it to a degree.

Comparatively to jynkaturgy, viðumancy is far more straining on the specter.

Viðumancers rarely use tattoos (though some do), more often turning to catalysts, materials used up in the process of performing their viðumancy.

Catalysts are separated into Lifebrought and Earthbrought.

Lifebrought catalysts are those which have a living organisms as an origin, ie blood, bones, antlers, teeth, wood, leaves, etc.

Earthbrought catalysts originate from the earth and nature, ie minerals, metals, or other origins.

Of note is the catalyst known as Stormwind. Stormwind is the residual charged air around or following a Storm, which has a very high synergy with viðumancers and is counted as one of the best catalysts in existence, losing out only to several legendary and in most cases nearly-impossible to obtain substances…

Specters which overexert themselves are prone to burnout, in which their aspect backfires on their body and causes slow harmful effects. In the case of a flame jynkaturgist this might be burns and heat across the body, in the case of a viðumancer of gravitation it might manifest as the body growing heavy or light in different places, or losing gravity now and again.

An effect opposite to this is one without a name, and with quite a simple idea behind it: Specters which are in tune with their aspects often, who strive to better their craft and who tap into the strings daily, practicing their abilities, manifest their aspects in their body at times, small, barely noticeable things, like the fire in one’s eyes, the slight gravity to someone’s presence, the lightness of their steps. One specter, Yfir, legendarily pushed this to the limit and was capable of assuming a form entirely made of water, or so it is said…

That’s about all I have so far on Specturgy! I did add some details not in the posts, but this is still heavily watered down as there are lots of extra notes and details I have in the main posts, so if anything caught your eye that you want more of, check those out, there should be a more detailed explanation there! Hope you enjoyed and found something that interested or inspired you! Have a wonderful day! ✨

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Birthday cake, Milky Way, train, and love letter for the ask game

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Thank you for the ask! ✨

I’m gonna answer it for two characters if that’s alright, namely Cas and Mask if that’s alright! I’ve been trying to develop the two of them in my head a bit more recently, so this is a good opportunity! ✨

🎂 Birthday Cake - When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it?

Neither of the two know when their birthday is, exactly, both having been created artificially, but both have chosen dates for their birthdays that they felt meant something to them. I can’t decide on exact days as I don’t know if my setting will have its own calendar and timescale and all, but Cas’ would be in the Winter, and Mask’s in the Summer.

Cas chose the date he fell to Istra, and met Ciro. He decided that whether or not he had a life prior to this one, this was the day that would be as good as any to serve as a date of birth, with how it was the start of a new point in his life. It was mostly chosen by his friends who pointed out that it’d been a year since he’d first come to Istra, which he accepted as a good date.

Mask on the other hand chose the day that they met Cas. That day they felt a shift, due to their energies coming into contact with one another, sparking the start of their evolution into their own person rather than a mindless doll. That, according to them, felt like their “birth day” when asked about if they had one.

🌌 Milky Way - What was the inspiration behind your OC? What was the first thing you decided about them?

Cas : it’s hard to remember inspirations as he’s just such a mess at this point of inspirations and things I’ve removed, I’ve had him since 2018 or so… As for first thing, his name, I think? I was trying to think of a name I could use for a character for the writing project I wanted to start which has since then become Circa Specturgia, and Caspian hopped to mind.

Mask : Similarly to Cas, I can’t recall exactly what the first ones were. I do know that I began with a desire to write an enemies-to-lovers relationship, and so I began coming up with ideas for a character to act as an antagonist for the main group. Both Cas and Mask are characters who I came how with a looooong time ago so sorry if I don’t really remember their original concepts 😅

🚊Train - What is their answer to the trolley problem?

Cas : He chooses to save a loved one over the 5 other people without a seconds hesitation. It’s not even a question, if he sees his friends and 5 people he doesn’t know, he’s saving his loved ones immediately. Whether or not he feels guilt for it later is something my I’m still thinking on though as I’m playing around with him…

Mask : They find it difficult to really get what the problem with it is. And try and figure out if they can kill everyone. But with the version of the single person track holding Cas or someone else they’d grown to like or appreciate, they’d also pick the other five people. Unlike Cas though it’s less about loyalty and more about not really valuing human life. As they grow and come to understand it more, they’d see it as more of a dilemma, but would likely still chose to save those they care about.

💌 Love Letter - Do they like love letters? What kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

The two of them have a very particular love language. While they don’t have the time or lifestyle to write one another love letters, Mask began to leave marks for Cas, at one point, in order to communicate, leave behind messages. Eventually this evolved once they’d gotten closer.

Mask, initially, is very much of the “Please Do Not Observe Me” mindset. They don’t like being seen or watched and prefer to hide in shadows, exist as a sort of ghost. Their name is literal, as they’d wear a mask, eventually toning it down to face wrappings, like a blindfold and a face mask, then eye wrappings, eventually being comfortable enough to remove them, for Cas, and sometimes for others, though they’d till prefer to wear those even then. They enjoy hiding out in shadows, even once they’d grown more accustomed to people, as it feels more natural.

As a result, Mask likes to communicate through little signals and signs, tugging on Cas’ shirt or sleeves, or manifesting voices only Cas can hear, when he wants Cas’ attention. Asking for affection, however, can be more physical, in the form of inhabiting the shadows on Cas’ skin and caressing his body, choosing how to do so depending on what sort of intimacy they crave.

The two of theirs habit of leaving messages from before they grew close remains, however, leaving subtler little hints now across places they spend time in if needed. Ie, Mask planting some wispy shadows on a table they know Cas will pass when leaving a room, to sign that they want some time together!

Thanks for the chance to develop these two some more!!! ✨

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Fratricidium

A discussion of sacrifice, brotherhood and, love. This one’s a late scene in the plot, towards the end of the story, calm before the storm. I haven’t introduced Alix before, but, I plan to write another scene in which Cas and Alix meet for the first time, which would be fun to write after seeing their relationship in this light as well.

TW // Discussion of death, fratricide, the act of killing a sibling, or individual of a equivalent relationship. Note, no actual death occurs in this scene

“Please never do that again.”

His voice had spoken in their head a few moments ago, echoing ever so slightly when it had, now silent.

Cas stood silently at the far end of the hall, barefoot on the solid obsidian floor, which reflected the room in a perfect mirror, glassy, polished to perfection. His long black robes suited him a bit too well, simultaneously fitting him, and making him seem like someone else entirely to Alix’s eyes, unfamiliar. As he turned, they caught the wind from the sea, where the walls of the low-ceilinged hall opened into a veranda overlooking the water.

“Sorry, I won’t. I just…” Cas began before sighing, looking out to the dark waves that stretched into the horizon, unruly hair whipping in the breeze. “I needed to talk to you.”

They walked closer, the volcanic stone beneath their feet uncomfortably silent. The cold wind whistled in their ears as they came to stand next to him. They could recognize the golden shape he was fidgeting with. The tip of the godkiller spear. Nadir Keihäs, V had called it. His fingers would blacken and smoke as he ran his thumb across the etched design, turning it over in his fingers which healing momentarily, the wind carrying off all ash.

They raised an eyebrow to their friend, trying not to show their discomfort in noticing his eyes a molten pool, irises shifting between a deep brown and glowing divine gold.

“He’s… not listening, is he?”

The young man paused for a moment at this, turning to look at them with a look of mild confusion, before letting out a sigh of realization, waving tiredly to his eyes.

“No, no, that’s just me. It’s just us.” He reassured, before gesturing to the room, robes furling in the breeze. “I’ve managed to meditate him out. This place helps. Like on Coros.”

V had led them here when they’d first arrived, mentioning it’s property of being ‘hidden’ as he put it, the gold pillars on the walls etched with shifting symbols and sigils, the obsidian being a void of power.

Cas opened his mouth to speak again, before closing it again, eyes fixated on the ink black sea crashing against the cliffs, not meeting his friends gaze. They listened to the silence together for a moment. It reminded Alix of the quiet of the library, broken only by their friend’s questions and the turning of pages, replaced now by a gentle hum of antiapotheosis and crashing waves.

“You’ve been thinking on how to say it.”

“Yeah.” He finally managed to bark out an anxious laugh, before a grim smile shut his lips, even that fading within a second, carried off with the ash of his fingertips.

“If things don’t go— If he manages to...”

“Cas. I know.”

“Thanks.” He looked at them, and in spite of their eyes being so unnatural, the look in them was so human, so Cas. That comforted them.

“I don’t get it, though. Why not Ciro?” They asked, after another brief pause.

Cas didn’t meet their eyes, but they could tell he knew the question had been coming. He knew what they really meant. ‘Why me?’ They knew the answer.

Turning on his heel, Cas stepped back into the chamber, kneeling at a piece of black fabric that had melted into the floor so perfectly Alix had failed to notice it lying there. With a careful movement, the man unfolded its sides, revealing the hilt and shaft of the Nadir Keihäs. With a simple motion, he affixed the spearhead, running a hand over its length and muttering a command. As he stood, the spear hovered just below his extended palm, turning slowly in the air as he faced them again.

It was an odd thing, not quite so physical as it looked, a property to it that couldn’t be seen. The gold etched design was all gold, yet not uniform, with different shades and patterns across its length, its tip once simple, then again a complex figure, a crescent, blade, a— it hurt to look at… No, rather, it hurt to think about too thoroughly. V had called it a conceptual weapon, something more abstract than physical, tethered to reality, and while it had fascinated them initially, the way that looking at it echoed the word ‘spear’ in their head over and over, it unsettled them.

Running a smoking finger up the shaft, Cas’ eyes glowed, brown overpowered by gold momentarily before returning to an equal mix, and then tipping to his natural shade.

“Ciro’s too kind. I think he’d…” He began, before stopping, staring at the floor, and starting again. “I know he’d hesitate. I can’t give him that opportunity.”

He said it like even the word him was a bitter taste on his lips, squaring his jaw for just a moment. Alix had noticed he’d started to avoid using his name altogether.

“Tamara would never agree to it and try and find another way. Mask- I don’t even want to consider.” He continued shakily, choking up a bit. “Cyril and Adira, I think they’d both do it. If it came down to it. But—”

“But they wouldn’t be able to live with themselves after.” They finished for him, much to Cas’ gratitude, as he gave them a look.

“This is why I knew that I could talk to you about it.” He smiled weakly.

“Because I’m heartless…?”

“Because you have the biggest heart.”

Alix paused for a moment, stunned. The breeze picked up, cool mist spraying their face.

“I...”

“You, you love so, so much.” Cas paused, unable to meet their eye. He waved a hand around, apparently still struggling with the words, as though trying to grasp them from thin air, make them materialize. “To let me go so no one else has to, to—”

His voice broke, an anguished, strangled noise.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, just barely above the wind. “I know what I’m asking of you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

In a rush, they grabbed his robes, pulling him in, as he broke down, repeating it quietly. They still had to stand on their toes to hug him. He still had that scent of Lavenda and woodsmoke, just like always.

It took a minute before he stopped shaking, standing up straight again as Alix held them at arms length. They reached a hand to his cheek, brushing tears from his eyes with a thumb, as he gave a sigh, finally meeting their gaze. Pure dark brown on vibrant purple. They didn’t need to say anything more.

“I’ll do it. For you, brother, I’ll do it.”

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"I'll carry you..."

A bit of fluff! The first half to two short scenes I wrote recently, the second of which I’ll post tomorrow! Simply put, I had the idea for a simple, soft scene, a character carrying another to bed, after they’ve fallen asleep, which I wrote in a sprint with @bloodlessheirbyjacques and @the-void-writes!

“Hey.”

Adira nudged the jihn with an elbow to the arm, pointing across the courtyard with her chin. Their student was sitting on the steps leading from courtyard to walkway, leaning against one of the columns ringing it, fast asleep.

A glance at the clocktower gave the time to be somewhere around 3 in the morning. He’d been training since at least 20. The moonlight shone from above bathing them in silver, glinting off of the ornate mosaic tiles as they crossed the space silently.

“Advanced Jynkaturgic Matrixes; 5th Edition” The vælan read in a whisper to herself, picking up the book lying on the steps next to a half-drunk pot of lavena tea, pouring herself a cup and downing it as she shut the tome, watching Cyril hook his arms around Cas’ shoulders and under his knees, lifting him up as the brunettes head fell against his chest, fast asleep.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow about taking it easy. The boy needs rest.” He said, though he realized he’d gotten heavier since the last time he’d thrown him around. He’d grown up.

“Reminds me of someone I know.” Adira noted, sliding the tea to the side and following Cyril as he headed to the stairs.

“It was three times.” He sighed, though a tad amused, times from the academy coming back.

“Four, actually.”

“Three.” He repeated firmly.

“How could you know if you were asleep?”

“Not like you were any better.”

“Never said I was.” She shrugged, dancing up the steps simultaneously showing which boards didn’t creak, similarly lost in nostalgia.

The two made it to the room, Cyril nudging it open with a shoulder, Adira making sure he didn’t nearly bump Cas’ head on the doorframe.

He handed her Cas for a moment after she set the book down on the nightstand with a few others, holding him while he focused slightly, a mirage of heat glowing around his arm as the tattoos ignited with a dull, warm light, like the embers of a fire, heat filling the bed.

Within a minute they managed to get him under the covers, his shoes somewhere still downstairs. He’d picked up training barefoot from her.

He turned over, making small noise, before settling back in, the two of them closing the door after themselves quietly, heading to their own room. Settling into bed, Cyril realized how tired they’d both been, stripping down and lying down under the blanket, Adira slipping under it too, turning on her side.

“Some thing’s stay the same, don’t they…?” He said, after a moment.

“Yeah. Yeah, some things do.”

Hope you enjoyed! ✨

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“…when you’ve fallen asleep.”

The second half to two short scenes I wrote recently, this could be seen as a sort of context for the first, which I posted yesterday! Simply put, I had the idea for a simple, soft scene, a character carrying another to bed, after they’ve fallen asleep, which I wrote in a sprint with @bloodlessheirbyjacques and @the-void-writes!

Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the darkness of the courtyard.

“Oh gods damn it.”

There he was. Sat in front of an open textbook, hunched over. Asleep. The time on the clock had been somewhere around 4 in the morning now, she’d just gotten up to get some air, unable to sleep.

Walking to the edge of the portico, she vaulted over the wall of it down into the practice arena, bare feet landing heavily, yet silently, on cold stone plates. Sure as night, Cyril was passed out sitting up, head lulled forward, shoulders rising and falling with his breath. His uniforms jacket was somewhere off to the side, drops of sweat clinging to his obsidian skin, flecks of gold intermitent, both glinting in the moonlight above.

She hesitated for a second, looking around in spite of knowing there was nobody there, before turning back to him. The men's dorms were on the other side of the academy. He must’ve come here to try and get in some training past curfew, considering some of the professors offices overlooked the other arena closer to theirs. ‘The fuck were you thinking, huh?’ she thought to herself, grinding her teeth together, leaning down to pick up up the jacket and throw it over her shoulders. It was still damp. He’d been training in it, before taking it off.

Kneeling, she hooked her arms under his back and knees, slowly lifting the jihn so as to not wake him up, shifting her shoulders to let his cheek rest on her deltoid. She stood up with some discomfort before shifting and beginning on her way back to the dorms. He was heavy, a bit more so than he looked, just as she’d remembered. Nothing she couldn’t handle. If she’d thrown him over her shoulder a dozen times, this was nothing.

Climbing up the steps and heading back down the portico, she turned into the corridor, walking firmly, hoping no one else had had similar ideas to the two of them in getting up this late at night.

He seemed to be out like a boulder, one of his horns sides pressed to her temple as she walked, prompting her to relive a memory of a few days past. She was thankful for the darkness, the lack of anyone around, and most of all for the depth of his sleep, that nobody could see her ears turn blue, grinding her teeth again and squaring her jaw out of frustration for her lack of self discipline.

Eventually she made it to her door, cursing her own organization for having locked the door, but managing to fish the key out of her pocket without waking him, opening the door with her back, and shutting it with a kick. Walking to her bed, she set him down, careful to not bump his horns on the headboard, and unravel the tail that had coiled around her arm as they walked, hanging the uniform jacket on the back of a chair, and removing her own.

Behind her back, Cyril stirred, blinking as his reflective eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room.

“’dira?” He moved to prop himself up on his elbow, before she placed a firm hand on his shoulder, pushing him down into the bed.

“Shut up.” She’d leaned in, her breath as she whispered felt on his full lips, a knee sliding between his thighs as she kissed him.

A simple kiss. Just her lips pressed to his, unmoving for a moment, both closing their eyes, before she moved on top of him, resting her weight on the hand on his chest and lying down on the other side of the bed, pulling up the cover.

“Sleep.”

While it’d been a command, her whisper twisted the tone, care bleeding through, as close to a ‘Goodnight’ as she could’ve probably gotten. Within a few minutes they were both deep asleep.

Cyril dragged his feet as he walked, setting down a plate next to hers and taking a seat. Both last night and this morning had been a blur, he couldn’t remember most of it, having been half asleep. Well, more than half. Three-quarters would’ve been a more reliable estimate on his state. He’d definitely climbed out of a window. The scrapes on his arms and roughness in his fingers confirmed that that’d not been a dream, at least. He started working on a tangerine, peeling it carefully, shoulders slouched out of tiredness, the clock just now tolling six. Light shone in through the ornate windows of the mess hall, illuminating students of various states of rest.

“Did you kiss me last night?”

He finally spoke, quietly, the question escaping him like a breath.

Adira stayed silent for a moment, staring at her plate, setting down her knife and fork.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” He managed, staying still for a moment, connecting the dots, before making the vælan jump by collapsing forward, forehead slamming into the table. Smiling.

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circa-specturgia · 1 year

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Happy Blorbosday!

For any OCs of your choice: Your OC is handed a small, harmless snake. How do they react?

For Mask:

They eat it.

Next question.

#they are a gremlin lmao #honestly though I feel like Cas and Alix could be intrigued by it #while Alix and Tam (royals) would be intrigued from a distance #put it in their hands?#HELL NO.#writeblr #writers on tumblr #circa specturgia #wip.circa specturgia #answering asks #pretty sure this is the first ask I've answered in approximately 13.8 billion years

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"It's as good as."

Who would have guessed, more fluff! This time a bit of stuff between the whole cast. Why am I only writing fluff these days? Cause I needed a break from the 5k smut I'm working on don't worry about it. Anyways. Enjoy some softness between the cast on their evening after a long day.

A sleepy hand rose to stoke the embers slowly dying in the fireplace, as Cas put his thumb and middle finger together, rubbing them with a flick. The flames answered him, glowing brighter, illuminating the pile of people gathered around the couch in the manors grand hall.

Everyone’s rooms were heated, sure, but, they’d preffered each others company, gathering around the sofa some two hours ago or so, near midnight, talking quietly, without much energy to spare after the long day, exchanging stories, ideas, dreams… Cyril and Adira told them of a few of their travels, V recounting myths of old, though they weren’t sure if they’d been joking at the off-handed mention that their tales were fact, not fiction.

At the foot of the couch, sitting on the tilework mosaic masterpiece floor was Ciro, his wings wrapped around Tamara to his right, and Alix to his left. A blanket thrown over them covered feathers who’s gold shimmered in the shifting light. The warmth inside the cuddle having lulled all three into a deep sleep, the two resting on the Æris’ broad chest. They looked calm.

They’d been quietly bickering about something, as they nodded off, though it’d been a familiar kind of sibling disagreement that they’d all grown fond of and used to.

Adira and Cyril had been half-arguing, half-debating some points too, now both asleep, Adira having climbed into Cyri’s lap at one point or other. They’d both been too tired to hide their affection, their gentle thumb rubs not going unnoticed to the others, but certainly going unmentioned.

V sat on the corner of the couch away from the center taken up by the two mentors, one leg tucked up, slumped over and sleeping calmly. A haze of a nebula faded in around his head like a crown, little twinkling stars gently shining from within. The usual furrowed brow and neutrally annoyed expression had eased back into simply neutral, relaxed, the sparkling floating stars like firelights filling the room.

Shadows shifted ever so slightly wrapped around both him and Mask as they made a contented sleepy noise, head tilting on his chest. They’d summoned them sometime a while ago, replacing the blankets with their own, much warmer spreading to the rest of the couch not much later, draped around the shoulders of Adira and Cyril, across V’s lap, slipping under the cuddles at the foot of the sofa to keep them off the floor. When they’d gotten so caring to the others, Cas couldn’t tell, but it made him smile nonetheless.

It’d been an exhausting day, they’d gotten back bruised, sweaty, dirty and tired, but after showers, and trying to sleep they’d all eventually found each other wandering down to the hall, and talking.

Was this what ‘home’ felt like…?

After a moment’s contemplation, he decided that whether or not it was, it felt as good as, and that was more than enough.

Waving his hand once more, tending to the flames, he tucked it back into the shadowy blankets, extending his heat to the room to contented sighs of deeper sleep, himself closing his eyes and letting the comfort take him.

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