bring the light.

COMPASSION AS A CHEST WOUND. — Magdaléna Platzová

[hemerasiae]

an independent, highly selective, private, 21+ rp blog for CRESCENTIA WREX — a canon divergent mage rook of the shadow dragons faction. ( + secondary/request only original & canon characters. )

"and this is the light that arrives, despite everything. it is the most light. it will happen more often than you expect." - 'summer solstice' by alex dimitrov — traveling with @spiritcrown, @keepslore, @dracaeons, @kenostaph, @aestuum, @intothewildsea.

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[hemerasiae]

hi, gay people. happy 2026. love you.

[hemerasiae]

me typing teia’s name and immediately missing her crazy ass. (blows a kiss to rialto) for my deranged wife.

[hemerasiae]

people can do hard things (write a character they haven’t since the summer).

[aestuum]

@hemerasiae : lucanis sent ...

THEY'VE BEEN SITTING IN relative silence for a quarter of an hour. Casadh is looking through a stack of missives from their allies, and Lucanis is cataloguing the contents of the pantry and writing a shopping list. It's peaceful for the moment, and Casadh is grateful for a chance to breathe easily amidst all the chaos.

The last several times Casadh has glanced over, however, they've noticed that Lucanis has a very particular frown on his face. It's one they're starting to recognize—it indicates scheming.

The scheming could be anything from harmless fun to an assassination, it's difficult to tell without context. Fortunately, Casadh has a good guess as to what exactly has gotten Lucanis into this frame of mind.

"It really wasn't that bad, was it?" they ask. That morning, Harding had played a trick on Lucanis—an attempt to lighten the mood and get everyone to laugh. Something to do with his coffee. Lucanis hadn't been amused. "Lace didn't mean any harm. Please tell me your plan to retaliate isn't too complicated."

"Am I plotting an elaborate revenge? No, I haven't been able to think of anything adequate."

Casadh snorts, and returns their attention to the letters, trying not to smile.

[hemerasiae]

Lucanis’ life can be easily categorized into two parts: before and after his imprisonment in the Ossuary. Before the Ossuary, he would have found such puerile ‘pranks’ worthy of mild dismemberment at best and death at worst. But after? He supposes, perhaps under duress or threat of harm to someone he holds dear, they hold some value. Teia always did argue it boosts morale; Lucanis dared to disagree. Still, he is feeling rather, as the Seventh Talon would say, ‘moody’ about this one. Comfortable in Casadh’s presence, he does not find it necessary to hide it.

“Dai, amore, but this?” he gestures emphatically with his open palms at the unfortunate mixture of soil and coffee grounds in front of him. “She could have targeted the lentils or even the cutlery, yet she chooses such… violence.” Certainly ironic, coming from him. He is aware.

TAKE THE ARROWS. Spite invites himself into the conversation with all the feral excitement of a street dog stalking the meat market. SHARP. HURTS. PUT THEM—

“No.”

NOT FAIR! NEVER—LISTENS!

“I will listen to a more reasonable plan, Spite, but until then—”

A growl of frustration tears through the pantry as Spite rushes past Lucanis to lie at Casadh’s feet like a hungry but, thus far, loyal hound.

“Something to do with her plants, I- no. It is not the plants’ fault their caretaker acts so recklessly,” again with the nonsensical gesturing. Lucanis submits to a low growl of his own. “I will think on it. I must bake.” He needs something to do with his hands. Something more productive than throwing knives at a dummy’s weak points.

“I am taking suggestions but only from you.” A pause, then clarification. “For the baked good. Not the revenge. That is for me.”

[hemerasiae]

i could write on here. i could. let me think about it. hyperfixationland is in a manageable state now.

[aestuum]

AESTUUM. of the undulating, heaving motion of the sea, the swell, surge; the sea in agitation, waves, billows; the boiling up of water in a vessel; of the ferment or commotion of the mind, the fire, glow, ardor of any (even a good) passion .

private , low-activity , canon-divergent & headcanon based rp blog for CASADH THORNE - A GREY WARDEN ROOK from dragon age : the veilguard . mun & muse 25+ .  nsfw content present . written by paladin .  they/them . please read rules & info before interacting . promo credit .

( in the burned house i am eating breakfast. you understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast. yet here i am. )

[hemerasiae]

i see casadh. i log in. i wave. i depart.

[hemerasiae]

struck with crescentia thoughts. she lives after months. we’ll see what i can do with it tonight.

[aestuum-archive]

Tell me about the room Casadh and Lucanis have together in the Lighthouse 🥰🥰

character q's // always accepting

alrighty, first off tagging @hemerasiae :) vae and i decided that once they get together ( after casadh gets lucanis out of the fade ossuary ) the lighthouse gives them a room because the only other options are lucanis' pantry where there is no furniture and the bed is some wooden boxes and a blanket or casadh's meditation room which is a huge aquarium, which might bring back some unpleasant memories .

so their new room is off the hallway that ends in the meditation room . it's not very big, definitely one of the more modest-sized rooms that the lighthouse creates . it's got a large four-posted bed and two small wooden dressers on either side . there's a large window on one wall which opens up into a view of the endless fade, with large gauzy curtains . the bed itself is tall, with a thick mattress and a set of soft sheets and blankets . and also there are a lot of pillows .

casadh doesn't really understand why there are so many pillows . lucanis insists that they're important .

casadh still spends most of their time in the infirmary, and they still frequent the meditation room, but they don't sleep there anymore .

[hemerasiae]

greetings.

[hemerasiae]

me to our 2yo: what was your favorite part of the aquarium today

him: water! :D

me:

[hemerasiae]

y’all. i did it. i did a reply. on discord. so you’ll just have to believe me.

[highevrs-archived]

I'M A GREY WARDEN - THAT'S IT. NO TITLES, NO LANDS, NO NAME. A WEAPON BRANDISHED AGAINST THE BLIGHT.

#HIGHEVRS. ind. mutuals only cousland hero of ferelden. canon divergence welcome. low activity, blogs runs on a modified queue. penned by rare. please read rules before interacting.

[hemerasiae]

okay, game plan:

like this for some inbox things from me. you can specify muse or not. this one time, i don’t care. 🫡

[hemerasiae]

what if i fucked around and did at least one ic thing on here today?

[hemerasiae]

bb has the aux and this is all we’re blasting: