Cassia grew up knowing that one day, the world would be set on her shoulders.
Being Crown Princess, such weight was more than expected. She grew up surrounded by castle walls and dressed in the finest fabrics; responsibility was a small price to pay to have everything.
Her mother made it look so easy. Queen Theodora, second of her name, always carried herself with the grace and elegance expected from the title bearer. No matter how heavy the burden, how high the mountain, how wide the river, her mom would shoulder it, climb it, cross it with her chin held high. She was everything Cassia wanted to be.
“The secret,” she’d told her once, “is to act invincible, even when you are not.”
Cassia seemed concerned. “And you’re not?”
Her mom smiled, and rested a gloved hand on her shoulder, warm through the fabric despite the cold. “I’m not, darling. But I have to try, for our kingdom, for our family. For you,” she added, gaining a shy smile from her daughter. “Such is the weight of the crown.”
As the years flew by, Cassia grew more aware of what she meant. There was a hallway in the castle, so long she wasn’t sure it ever ended, of every king, queen and monarch before her. Some were accompanied by a spouse, some had multiple, some were portrayed alone. All had children, apprentices, or descendants of another kind. Most shared with her a dark complexion and their family’s symbol, the Northern Star, but all of them had what she’d never seen in the mirror: a rigid posture, a confident tilt of the chin and a determined look that could slay monsters.
Below their names were their individual titles. Her namesake, Cassius, the Waterbringer. Gran-Gran, Theodora I, the Silver Bell. Her mother, the current and third ruler after the Curse was cast: Theodora II, the Just.
Cassia wondered what they’d write under her name. The Great, she joked in a letter, and Isidore soon wrote back. Too pretentious. The Cake Eater, maybe! She considered it briefly before discarding. She knew she wasn’t even queen yet, but she was nothing if not eager. The question persisted, until it carried over to a family dinner.
“The Greatest, Smartest, Beautifulest Daughter in the World,” offered her father with a smile on his face. Cassia wasn’t entirely sure he was joking.
“Beautifulest is not a word,” she pointed out.
“It can be, if you want it to.”
“Don’t encourage that mindset, Daniel,” her mother said, amused.
“She’s going to be queen one day, Thea. Adding beautifulest to the dictionary will be well within her powers!”
“You’re impossible.” Her mom rolled her eyes, but there was a grin growing on her face. Cassia had always admired her parents’ relationship. Queen Theodora would never smile like a schoolgirl at some silly remark, but her dad had a way of getting through to Thea.
“Think about it! Cassandra, the Grammar Rules Breaker!”
Her mom was full-on laughing now. Cassia laughed too, but the question was still on her mind.
She kept on thinking well past her bedtime. It was pitch-black outside, not a single star in sight. Even the twin moons were faltering, as if there wasn’t enough sunlight to reflect. Her family’s Northern Star brooch caught her eye, glistening in her nightstand like it didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to shine.
The Curse, the history books told her, changed the world as humanity knew it forever. Overnight, humans were turned into mindless monsters and the night sky was darkened by their dark souls. Now, Cassia would never see the same stars her namesake once had.
And so, looking out her window on a cold winter night, — not that they ever had any different, — Cassia decided the title she wanted to bear:
Character update! Her name is Kit Edevane and she's a trans woman (she/her) now. I decided to give her her own spin-off book, How To Fall From Grace, because I needed more space to flesh her story out.
[ID: A digital drawing of my OC Kit from the chest up. She's half turned to the viewer with a light smile on her face, dark coily hair in a high bun and a red and gold outfit. The background is golden. End ID.]
[image description: two digital drawings of my ocs isidore and maelyne. they're both drawn with soft shades of yellow, brown and green. they have soft smiles on their faces and can be seen from their collarbones up. the background is light yellow and they're framed by circles of grey and green respectively. end id.]
oh you think you have self indulgent aus??? check this out *combines my interests*
[image description: a digital drawing of my oc cassia as a witch in the owl house universe. she's wearing a hexside uniform with purple sleeves and pants and looks down at a light ball on her hands. she's sitting down with a surprised expression on her face and has pointy ears. end id.]
I was planning on doing isidore and mae as well but then otwat came out and I don't think I'll ever move on from it, so here's witch cassia! she's a hexside student on the oracle track who has a fascination for wild magic! she found the light glyph while stargazing once and fell in love with it <3
@littlx-songbxrd @stxr-thxif @cant-think-of-anything Idr who else is in my taglist srry 😭
I will pull the moon to the waves to light our road ahead ✨
[image description: a digital drawing of my original character, cassia. she's a dark-skinned black girl with vitiligo around her eyes and month, brown eyes and black hair tied back. she's turning her back and looking over her shoulder with a light smile. she's wearing a white long-sleeved shirt with a purple-blue skirt and gloves. the background is dark blue and starry. end id.]
original story taglist, lmk if you wanna be added or removed: @littlx-songbxrd @cant-think-of-anything @marzzinaa @stxr-thxif
I don't think I've ever talked about them with anyone but zia, but these are maelyne's cousins, nico (he/him) and nora (she/her)! they're pathetic and have comitted several crimes against humanity <3 feel free to ask me about them
they have their own separate story and I think I'll merge all my original WIPs' taglists until I start actually writing them, lmk if you wanna be added or removed! @littlx-songbxrd @stxr-thxif @marzzinaa @cant-think-of-anything
Enchanters want acceptance, admiration, and to be worthy of love. They seek value through their accomplishments, often adapting to their environments to the point they don't recognize themselves, but that also makes them great leaders and communicators. Their wing Two makes them more selfless and enthusiastic, all moderated by their Three ambition and fear of rejection.
Confidants want support, stability, and safety. They're extremely skeptical of the world, often externalizing their distrust with aggressiveness, but just as loyal to the people and causes they support. Their wing Seven makes them warmer and more outgoing, all moderated by their Six suspicion and fear.
star cursed taglist: @littlx-songbxrd @stxr-thxif @cant-think-of-anything @marzzinaa @upsidedown-cats @thats-my-type-writer (ask if you wanna be added/removed)
star cursed taglist: @littlx-songbxrd @stxr-thxif @cant-think-of-anything @marzzinaa @upsidedown-cats @thats-my-type-writer (ask if you wanna be added/removed)
isidore is, essentially, just some guy, but in my heart he's the specialest boy (gender neutral)
star cursed taglist: @littlx-songbxrd @stxr-thxif @cant-think-of-anything @marzzinaa @upsidedown-cats @thats-my-type-writer (ask if you wanna be added/removed)
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