#kyssandra

[heraldofsomething]

Assassin's Creed: Odyssey Trouble in Paradise

I'm looking for the one called Kyra.

[semperintrepida]

Thanks for the link! I read through about 60% of the story in 2 days. I absolutely looooove it. It’s one of a few stories that makes me uncontrollably cry. Seriously… I was up until 2 am reading and crying

It’s just really sad. I feel for Kyra (and also Kassandra). But I know Kassandra dying was really the only viable option here for Kyra to truly be able to heal. Although, I am curious if Kassandra never died, what do you think their future would’ve looked like?

Anyway, I wanted to pick your brain about Kassandra’s death. I’m fairly certain she intentionally chose to end her life fighting those pirates. But when did she make this choice exactly? She left Kyra a note before they left but I feel like this must’ve been on her mind for a while. It’s not something you decide randomly. There were indications Kassandra wanted to die (asking Kyra to slice her throat, etc) but I feel like they were settling into a routine that maybe could have changed Kassandra’s perspective. Did she perhaps consider how her death may impact Kyra now that they were becoming somewhat friends?

Anyway I really love this story. When I finished part 1 I couldn’t believe there were another 2 parts to go. It felt like we were there with Kyra every day during those 4 years.

Questions in my askbox about "The Breaking" in the year of our lord 2026? Thank you for making my day! ❤️🥳

I too have thought about what an alternate story might look like if Kassandra had not chosen to take the path that she did. I think that eventually Kyra could have reached a place where she could be friendly, even warm, to Kassandra, but I don't think she would ever be truly comfortable with having Kassandra in close, constant proximity (i.e. living with her). But a Kassandra who was roaming around the world doing good deeds and trying to atone for her actions would be welcome to visit anytime.

I've been asked if I think there could ever be a version of this premise where Kassandra and Kyra end up in a real relationship, and I firmly believe the answer is no. That ship has already been torpedoed and sunk to the bottom of the sea by the end of the first sentence of the first chapter. I'm the kind of person (and writer) who needs a certain level of emotional realism in my fiction, and to me, the terrible things Deimos!Kassandra does to Kyra are simply too much for any sort of truly loving relationship to take root.

So could they be friends? Possibly yes if Kassandra and Kyra do a lot of work on themselves. Lovers? No.

Note: I'm going to be discussing suicide from here on out so fair warning.

Parts of this story were particularly tricky to convey because Kassandra isn't the POV character and we never get to ride along inside her head. This ending sequence for part 2 was one of them. One thing to keep in mind when thinking about Kassandra in this story is her mental state, and how it moves up and down during her time in the narrative. At the beginning of Part 2, after she's somehow tracked Kyra down on Samos, we see her in a very bad mental state, some of her madness driven by fever but most of it coming from guilt (i.e. the Furies). And for a time, her mental state improves thanks to the stability of being around Kyra. (Sorry Kyra, I know I'm terrible to you but I couldn't resist twisting the "only one bed" trope to make this happen.)

However, Kassandra's presence isn't helping Kyra, who has come to Samos to escape the past by avoiding it. She's a sharp piece of grit inside Kyra's shell, and Kyra reaches her breaking point when she realizes she's starting to like this new and improved version of Kassandra. Though there are hints that the Furies are still lurking—they always get their justice in the end—everything comes to a head when Kyra finally snaps and attacks Kassandra.

Now Kassandra realizes that her presence is actively harming Kyra. Even worse, she's beginning to see phantoms again, hear their voices. Kyra was her anchor to sanity but it's all starting to crack. This is when she starts thinking about her place in the world and whether she should remain in it.

There's a bit of a fake out later on where Kassandra's mood suddenly improves, but it's only because she now has a concrete plan: she's going to let herself be killed at the next available opportunity and leave Kyra the key to Atlantis. (Why doesn't Kassandra do the deed herself? Well, as she said previously, she can't bring herself to.)

When those pirate sails appear on the horizon, Kassandra knows how this battle will end.

As for Kassandra having thought of the impact her death might have on Kyra, I think she firmly believes she's doing what's best for Kyra—and in a way she's right! Her presence on Samos and eventual death are the catalyst that forces Kyra to confront the past she'd been avoiding.

Anyway, thank you for giving me an opportunity to think about this story again! I'm so glad it's captivated you and that you've found something good in it. I know there are things I could have done differently and better, but I'm still pretty proud of it—and I never feel that way about my writing. 😅

[reallifekorra]

AC Odyssey/Kassandra fans?

Looking for any other fans out there who would want to have friendly chats about all things ACO/Kassandra. I love this game, love this character, and I came back to tumblr for connection with others who feel the same way. By connection, I mean an actual two-way conversation, where I'm not the only one asking questions or offering insight!. Does that exist on this platform?!

[revalisgalee]

i wrote the first 20k words in a week for this fic back in june and then promptly died

it is now. 21k words. :D

[blorbologist]

How about Cassandra & Kynan for 29? 💛

29. Drumbeat of the Dunmer (Morrowind Soundtrack)

[TW for canon-typical gore and zombie shenanigans. Kept under the cut.]

They should have used the damn teleportation circle. 

But nooooo - the carriage rocks as someone crashes into it, then bucks again as the team of horses jostles in terror. Cries and gunshots sound far more distant outside until a bullet rips through the window like cloth.

‘Cass, you need to travel more!’ - Cassandra is rifling through her affects for her rapier. The hilt is perfect in her hands; the blade tears through the dress she’d worn because Vex’ahlia insisted this would be more comfortable for the long journey -

‘There’s so much outside of Whitestone for you to see!’ - what she sees as she opens the door, guard up, is the torso of an undead giant crawling towards a lone rifleman drawing it away. She mistakes the legs for trees, over there, haloed by fresh blood. 

‘It’s quite enjoyable!’ he said - she swallows the nausea (to imagine she was once used to the smell) and steps over a body (don’t look, don’t look) to peer past the throng of guards.

“Lady de Rolo!” Trisha snaps, harsher than Cassandra has ever heard her. “Please return to your carriage -”

“What are our losses?”

Her guard hesitates. “Only one.” Better numbers than Cassandra expected - her brother’s rifles are really paying for themselves. “But we have a couple of recruits who won’t be fit to ride, my Lady -”

Cassandra has stopped listening. The crawling giant, entrails trailing after it like festive ribbons, looks about the same size. But the figure it’s chasing is getting smaller and smaller. “Kynan? Trisha, is that Kynan?” 

(Captain Leore. Captain Leore, not Kynan, but she’s too scared to maintain professionalism.)

Trisha does not answer; she immediately (and correctly) guesses what Cassandra is about to do and puts that time to better use lunging for her charge. The Guardian of the Woven Stone, however, grew up with six older siblings and easily ducks out of the way. And she runs.

Now that she has a closer look, it’s embarrassing that she did not recognize Kynan sooner: his stupid feathered hat stands out against the Parchwood’s gnarled trees and all the blood. He’s backing up as he reloads, just enough to keep out of the giant’s long reach - but occupied with his task he only occasionally checks the terrain behind him. 

Her heart stumbles at the thought of him tripping. The tear in her dress serves her well, splitting wider and wider with each stride as she picks up the pace. 

Kynan does not trip; he backs up into a tree, glancing behind himself in shock. And then he trips over its roots as he scrambles to get behind the trunk as the giant lunges at him with a gurgling roar. 

Cassandra would like to say she does not think before leaping in to save him.

Except she does think: that the edge of the canopy will potentially impede the arms if it tries to reach up, that the head is so much bigger close to the ground, that even if she’s wrong she can’t not do anything, that it’s Kynan, that Delilah always complained about her creations’ weak point.

One step - her foot sinks into the rotting flesh of its shoulder, stabilizing on the shoulderblade. Another - back of the neck, the vertebrae keep her foot steady. One more - she launches herself onto the head. The cloudy, grey-green pupils begin to look up. They don’t have time to focus on her as Cassandra drives her rapier into the giant’s eye.

Human eyeballs are roughly the size of a golf ball. This is far, far larger. Cassandra is up to her elbow - elbows, two hands on the hilt for more force - in viscous material and fluid, and then up to her shoulder as something gives and the blade hits home. 

She’s jostled as the giant’s arm falls with a crash, catching on an unfortunate tree. Breathing heavily, she tugs her rapier. And tugs again. And again. 

“Oh, wow.” Kynan says from where he fell. Cassandra does not dare look up. If she keeps staring at what’s left of the massive pupil, at her arm in the pupil, perhaps she’ll be able to - “I - wow. Hang on, I’ve got you.”

Kynan takes her by the shoulders and give a firm tug. It does free her, yes, but it also sends Cassandra skidding down from her precarious perch - Kynan catches her here, too, and steadies her.

The flush of exertion quickly turns into one of embarrassment. Her dress is absolutely ruined. There will be no salvaging this. 

Cassandra clears her throat. The effect is ruined by her gasping for breath. “I - well done, Captain Leore. Excellent work. Are you hurt?”

“Yes, my Lady - I mean no!” he stammers. “I’m fine. Thanks to you - so. Thank you, really. And - oh, no. You’ve got something - well.”

Kynan fishes for what turns out to be a pathetically small kerchief. When he steps forward to offer it to Cassandra, he visibly winces. That won’t do. She wedges herself under his arm. His wobbly protests are mostly excuses about bothering her, and not related to how the eyeball goo is now all over him, too.

“Whitestone is only five hours behind us,” Cassandra says, raising her voice (the remainder of the guard detail jumps to attention). “We will turn around and head home to bathe and rest - I’ll organize teleportation to Westrunn tomorrow.”

More quietly, she says, “And you will ride in the carriage with me, understood?”

“Yes, Lady Cassandra,” Kynan says meekly.

(Once they are in the carriage, she uses his kerchief to dab at the mess of blood at his temple, livid and relieved in equal measure. 'Quite enjoyable', he said! Oh, she’ll give Percival one hell of a verbal thrashing when they get back!)

For my Spotify Wrapped Prompt Game!

[joyfulsongbird]

realizing with horror that i’ve once again started a giant fic project that will probably take me more than a year to finish about two characters maximum four people care about

[minamoreh]

We...really shouldn't

[djdhfhdhsksk]

I've been so into AC Odyssey lately and...

This came to my mind.

My video game les OTP as my anime les OTP 🤗

Scene: 硝子の花園 (Garasu no Hanazono, Garden of Glass) _live performance

Labyrinth of dream… Labyrinth of lily…

- Fall asleep in the garden where there is only two of us.

- I like the way your hand stroking my hair.

- More…