#mod cassandra

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Bellatrix and Voldemort’s relationship. For anon.

[writing-for-twilight]

@fuckedup-sentiments Paul Lahote + I can hardly stand myself + you are my sunshine (I think you wanted angst? But I went for this instead, I hope you don’t mind 😂 ignore the crap quality please xx) - mod Cassandra

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. Please don’t take my sunshine away,“ Paul sang into the microphone as he gazed directly into the eyes of his gorgeous imprint, who was staring at him from the opposite end of the room. He ignored the hoots and wolf-whistles (forgive the pun) of his pack brothers and Leah as he finished singing and gave a dramatic bow. But he wasn’t finished. He walked across to the most beautiful girl in the room; she blushed upon seeing his eyes locked upon hers. Then, in a move that caused everyone to gasp simultaneously, Paul Lahote knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring. “When we first met, I was thinking I can hardly stand myself because you had a boyfriend and I’d gone and fallen for you,” he said. “But now I’m glad I did because you are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met and honestly, that ex of yours was a jerk and could not fight to save his sorry, cheating ass.” All the wolves laughed loudly at that, and the girl who’d suddenly been thrust into the spotlight was still blinking. No wonder, this morning he had bought her a bouquet of purple tulips (forever love!) and texted her to stay with Leah for the day, he had a surprise planned. But she’d never thought it’d be this! But Paul hadn’t finished talking. “And for our first date we’d gone to buy chocolate because you were on your period and had cramps, then we sat outside the shop sharing all of it,” he reminisced. “That, I suppose, was when I knew you were the one. When I loved you with chocolate all over your teeth.“ She blushed even more and smacked his shoulder, but then he fell silent and the air in the room seemed to freeze. “So,“ he drawled out, slowly, trying to hide his nervousness, “will you marry me, darling?“ She pulled him up to his feet and kissed him, letting him slip the ring onto her finger. “Oh of course I will you silly goose!”

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-Mod Cassandra

[twilight-moodboards]

Moodboard of a British witch-vampire coven.

Requested by: @001-side​

[ask-updike-tgg]

ooc; Btw, for extra context, the reason we're online, not doing the thread, and also not starting the new event thing, is bc we're planning this funny little intermission something or other together and the Noke blog owner is asleep wheeze.

-Cassandra

[batshitkinfessions]

mod intro!

I'm mod Cassandra! i use they/them and the artists of Superboy 1994 should pay for my therapy

[harry-potter-fics-stuff]

She is the darkest star, the one stealing others’ light to compensate for the lack of her own. And with the facade of brightness, she shines brighter than any other - it almost hurts to look upon her. The removal of the mask, the reveal of the darkness, takes longer yet it genuinely hurts now to look at her, to see the crazed, broken eyes within such a pretty face. A most horrific contradiction.

Then she falls. Screaming the whole way, blood spilling around the sky leaving a red path. You can’t catch her now, not when you’ve got your own light to care for and she’s already so far gone. You never consider she might hate you for it.

It’s only when you look around you that you notice the girl you’d loved has gone.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

A rebellious male Hufflepuff who smokes and rides a skateboard. For anon.

[writing-for-twilight]

tear my heart asunder

I shivered ever so slightly as I watched Bella slowly walk down the aisle, holding Charlie's arm like a lifeline. She was blushing, and smiling; she was an incandescent light, warm and beautiful - I couldn't help myself. Despite my desperate attempts to do anything but display such a human weakness, my hands trembled as they clutched the bouquet. The flowers were beautiful and smelled so perfect. Everything was perfect. I was too. Supposedly, anyway.

I'd always thought Bella would get married in a field. Not the meadow she claimed as hers and Edward's...a proper field, reminiscent of Mississippi's grassy heavens. And she simply walked, walked in ignorance of her complete and utter perfection. My optional breath quickened as, for a split-second, the world was just me and her. It hits me then, as Charlie hands her off to Edward: this wedding is real. No one will stand and protest. It sends me reeling, and I feel like stumbling. Screaming. Doing something. But I know I won't.

"This is what she wants, Alice!" Edward bellows, eyes flashing, fists clenched. "She does not want you. You can't hurt her, can't put her through that; I won't let you." What he doesn't say: I will kill you if you do. What I don't say: I'm sorry. I can't help it. And I can't help but hate Edward in that moment. He was monstrously cruel, and arrogant, and demanding - though Carlisle and Esme never cared much about that - and so, so cowardly. I was bitter over what never was, and pathetically in love with a girl who was always another's, and too obstinate to see what was right in front of my eyes. But she...I could never tell how she was.

I take slow, deep breaths. They're optional for me, but maybe I could taste Bella across the oxygen molecules between us. One little taste of her before I lose her forever. Before we are trapped into the word 'sisters'. I had watched them grow closer. First as enemies, then as friends, then as lovers. Oh but I was so stupid to ever have done what I did. I pretended to care more about mascara than the pink blush of her cheeks and the rush of her heartbeat. Fussed over heels to hide the way I studied her walk, so cautiously awkward and sweetly endearing. We became acquaintances and then friends and then sisters. The progression stopped there and it stung. For it was not quite enough for me. I wanted more. I wanted her. And I know I'd be all wrong for her, but I'd still foolishly dreamed of a chance to see if a circle could break. But a circle has no beginning, and therefore no end; Edward and Bella had always fitted together like pieces of a puzzle and I was just a bystander. I know that if I act on my (very strong)inclination, it will bring about her ruin. So I brought to a halt our friendly contact, and let her fall in love with him all over again. Because that's how the story goes.

And somehow I made it through the vows, the loving gazes. As Bella reaches the altar, she turns to me with a hopeful smile. I hand her the flowers and look directly into her brown eyes. So beautiful, so full of life. Our hands brush against each other's for a brief moment and I see Edward tense infinitesimally in the background. She was genuinely happy with my brother; I could not ask for anything more. She turns, breaking the magic; there's nothing more I can do.

Two years, seven months, eighteen days, six hours and seven minutes wasted on unrequited love. I was her sister, nothing more, nothing less. That was all I was, all I am, and all I will be for the rest of her eternity. Close the curtain.

[twilight-moodboards]

Moodboard of the Cullen family as Asians.

Requested by: anon.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of my favorite canon ship: Voldemort x Bellatrix.

For anon.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Bellatrix and Voldemort’s relationship. For anon.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

A ginger Hufflepuff girl dating a dark-haired Slytherin boy. For anon.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of Ron x Lavender. For anon.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Muslim Delacour sisters. For anon.

[aesthetics-for-harry-potter]

Moodboard of a punk Slytherin boy who is in love with another Slytherin boy. Both of them are artists and writers. For anon.