#havent written cass yet but.....

[mediumgayitalian]

thinking about the fact that baby will is SO SMALL for his age..... what made you come up wi th this devastating headcanon

im just imagining cass. eighteen. terrified about her future. will she have to leave camp? what will she do? she can't go home. camp is her home. and then that very summer this little kid stumbles into camp, glowing lyre above his head before he even crests half-blood hill, can't be more than six years old. crying and clinging to his mother's shirt, scraped and bleeding from whatever monster chased them here. and immediately her worries take a step back, and she tugs this little kid from his mother and hugs him as she walks backwards, crying and pretending not to, promising her son she'll be back as soon as it's safe, and this little kid clings onto her and looks to her with big, blue eyes, red-rimmed, and suddenly she's got this baby brother to watch out for, much younger than any of her other siblings, and it turns out he's chatty and open and endlessly energetic and bad with boundaries and social queues, and he's eight, actually, but he was a preemie and spent every year of his life in the back of his mama's tour van. and she and diana and lee and michael are the older kids at camp, although not by much, and they look at each other and nod and know they will be making sure this little kid with a smile as bright as the sun will grow right as they know he's meant to with his big feet and stumbling limbs.

[mamawasatesttube]

🌝 for the fanfic ask game?

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

CASS!!!!!!!!!!!! cass cass cass cass cass. if 2023 ends and i still havent written any cass cain fic you have permission to take me out behind the barn and put me out of my misery. bc of who i am as a person it's likely to be cass genfic because GOD i love cass & kon, also cass & dick, and also cass & tim, but also cass steph and babs and... AUGH. picks her up and spins her around and around. i love her.

Fanfic Ask Game

[roseworth]

Why do you not like the way tom taylor writes dickbabs? Just curious.

ok i dont really have a good answer for this other than it just feels,,, Wrong to me. like idk honestly a lot of tom taylor's writing feels clunky ig??? so something about how dickbabs is written just feels super awkward

like the way theyre written it feels like its supposed to be a Thing rather than making it an actually story. (i know that doesnt make any sense but im trying so hard to put my thoughts into words ksjdhfakjds)

i guess its just kind of like the way he writes makes it feel like hes writing so people will take screenshots and post them instead of writing to tell a story

plus it also... doesnt feel like either of them. i dont like the way babs is being written, esp because shes walking and being batgirl and all that which????? please just let her be oracle. i dont understand why we cant just put her back in a wheelchair, like other minor books have done it so pleeeeeease batgirls and nightwing just stop making her walk

but also going back to dickbabs it feels like tt's trying to kind of,, ignore their past relationships??? like every once in a while there'll be flashbacks to them as robin and batgirl which i think is super cute, but then their present relationship kinda doesnt show that??? like the issue where dick says i love you is so weird bc its supposed to be a "omg it just slipped out he didnt mean to say it 😳" but ??? they have dated before and nearly got married so why is it a big deal that he loves her. like i get that they are newly in a New relationship but it still doesnt feel right to me. plus they keep saying that they havent defined their relationship yet and i just. why. please just put a label on it im so tired of this

anyways since i mentioned batgirls i want to say i dont like the book overall and i dont think that they should've put dickbabs in it because there is no reason for dick to show up in a book that SHOULD be highlighting the batgirls and steph and cass are being pushed to the side in their own book. THAT BEING SAID: i really liked how dickbabs was written in that fskdjhfsskha i thought that dick being a boy-wife was so fun since he was just there as a side character to help out babs. but i dont think he should be written like that in nightwing bc . that is his own book please let him do things on his own

tldr: i dont like it because im a whiny bitch. also tom taylor i am living in your walls, put babs back in a wheelchair or i will set you on fire

[pikawarrior]

Welp welcome back to my random rambles im just gonna talk bout alot of random stuff mainly my stories so here for go lets hope this is understandable

Story/maybe comic stuff

Turning of the orange | The Strawberry Patch - Old soon to be remade/written stop motion strawberry shortcake zombie movie me and my dad were making when i was in elementary schoolish. We unfortunately didnt make it that far since he had to leave often and for long times cuz work, but recently i found my old tablet with all the pics and my notes so rework time baby. Im about to use all my years of angst/horror writing to fuck these bitches up even more

The Butterfly Effect and It's Consequences | The Phoenix Effect -

The Butterfly Effect is my main rottmnt fanfic series. About my little rottmnt oc's (Ame) life and how the gang adopting them into the family changed everything mostly for the better but the bad things kinda got alot worse. Idk been focusing on the phoenix effect more

The Phoenix Effect is kinda an extension of that. Its basically the same thing but adds the cass apocalypse series into it. Basically how future Ame being there also changes things and how oopies mystics powers are hard to control after being half dead in stasis for about 12 years hope Ame does trys to leave to protect everyone from himself only to get kidnapped putting everyone in worse danger also oopies isnt that the super dangerous alien someone accidentally freed awhile ago

The Future Diary - So i watched The Hot Box's video on the anime future diary and well here we are

Another rottmnt oc thing. Ame obtains a diary from his future self being like "hey so the world is gonna end soon here's how i think you could possibly stop that. Pls dont do this all alone ur like 5" and ame decides to do it all by himself.

Got all eight chapters planned out already with two already at stage two (aka fully written out just needs to be edited and stuff). I just dont know how to use ao3 in this sense or how to tag stuff plus i got anxiety so its just sitting in my notes app

Video stuff cuz yes

Currently working on a few more special videos. On my channel ive technically reached 100 videos (i unlisted alot of old ones/never posted a bunch more so technically i reached that months ago but shhh let me have this) plus i got 135 subs now so celebrations are in order. Idk what to say bout this, am making a video using the ok ko ending song idk the name, one is a fake collab a friend made and another is an original meme a youtube mutual/friend by association made. Plus like so mant mini things for my ocs, Dimension and Watcher are gonna get so much development and cute couple moments.

Also everyone else is gonna go through so much trauma my gods its gonna amazing.

Also ive been trying to like voice things, audio quality sucks cuz im working off of my tablet but like ive voice a few of my own videos (only one posted) and like its so fun i wish i had proper stuff to do this so i can do it more

Other art stuff

I got a toyhou.se (its EnviousDeath), pls enjoy these characters and stuff

Im trying to make my art more mess and chaotic while staying clean? If that makes any sense. Still a lover of doing gacha stuff but am trying to branch out more.

Also btw how do people just idk do social stuff like trade characters, comment, and just aaaa idk what am doing i forgot how to do social stuff and also i never understood how to do this type without being awkward as hell

Character stuff

Watcher - *slaps religious trauma onto them* bitch gets sacrificed. Okay okay so Watcher, wasnt always Watcher. Before they used to be Ena a simple kid who was sent away for reasons i havent thought of yet to a church. Blah blah corruption, Watcher gets sacrificed for not falling in line blah blah they were saved and given a second chance.

Dimension - *slaps alot of anxiety and identity issues onto her* bitch got issues. Same as Watcher, Dimension wasnt always Dimension. Before she was Ellie a poor girl hated by her whole town because of the lies their mother spread about them and their father who had left years ago. She only had one friend, Watcher. Somehow they managed to make contact with each other despite being in different universes. Eventually Dimension snapped and went on a killing spree, slowly ripping apart her world in the process because this wasnt supposed to happen (think spiderverse canon events but different ill explain later) with her world crumbling around her, Dimension messages Ena one last time, not knowing Ena was already long gone, and accepts what they assume to be death only to fall into whats basically the anti void from utmv, gets corrupted and became a villain technically more of a multiversal criminal.

(For time and length reasons im cutting this segment short)

Multiverse stuff

OKAY TIME FOR WORLD BUILDING

How does what happened to Dimension's universe work? The way i explained it is like spiderverse canon events but different, but heres the details. Idk how to explain this but bare with me

Imagine each universe as a game in a folder on a computer. Each game has different code, story, art assets basically all are mostly different.

Most games are coded to have very specific story events and when something goes wrong everything breaks. Like take a spaghetti thing of code that shatters the moment you try to do something like trying to talk with an npc while having a status effect and thats how some of these worlds are like. And Dimension's was very much one of those worlds, and her breaking down like that shattered the code of their world and everything fell apart.

Im too tired to continue but my main multiverse is like one big computer own by a game creator who only sometimes knows how to make a stable game

Feel free to ask about any of what ive just ramblef about am always willing to ramble bout my stuff

[connorknway]

fuck it. fic excerpt under the cut. 

rdr2 — arthur, john, cass (oc)

Hosea approached her once she had finished. “Didn’t want to bother you again until after you were done, but would you kindly wake up those two,” he pointed over his shoulder in the direction of Arthur and John. “Don’t want them lazin’ around all morning.”

“Sure thing,” Cass chuckled.

She stood and walked to the tarp under which the pair was still laying on their cots, fast asleep. Arthur was on his stomach, arms hugging his jacket as a pillow. He was snoring slightly and his hair was sticking up at strange angles. John was curled around himself under the blanket. His mop of long, dark hair was mostly covering his face. He wasn’t snoring, but he was breathing very deeply and very heavily. How they managed to sleep through the growing noise around camp, Cass could only guess. But she had a sneaking suspicion that the empty whisky bottles under their cots had something to do with it.

“Alright you two, up and at ‘em,” she greeted, loudly. As she did so, she kicked Arthur in the leg. He grunted out a very loud snore and startled himself awake.

“The hell?” He exclaimed, blearily. “Wh’s that for?”

“Wake up call. Blame Hosea,” Cass said. “C’mon John, up!” She kicked him too. He moved slightly, but other than that did not show any signs of waking. Cass rolled her eyes. “Fine. How ‘bout this then?”

She yanked the wool blanket right off of John. He shuddered at the sudden loss of warmth and groaned. He scraped away the hair from his now open eyes and threw her an angry glare.

“I know,” Cass responded. “I’m a bastard. Now get up. Hosea wants you both to go out hunting’ with me.”

“Why?” Arthur groaned.

“I dunno. Somethin’ about you two wantin’ somethin’ to do. Ask him.”

“When I told him that I was talkin’ about robbin’, not huntin’,” he responded,  propping himself up on his elbows and facing her.

“Yeah I figured. But, if you really don’t want to, I’m sure Miss Grimshaw has work around here needs doin’.”

He sighed. “Fine. We’ll go,” he said, looking over to John, who had promptly fallen straight back asleep. Arthur scoffed. He picked up his boot and chucked it at John’s head. John bolted upright at the blow, the boot falling in his lap. He took it in his hand and raised it, looking at Cass first, who immediately pointed accusingly to Arthur. John threw the boot right back at him, clearly not as amused as Arthur was.

“Anyway,” Cass said. “Coffee’s on. Get some food too. We’ll be leavin’ soon.”

[alwaysyourqueen]

vampire cass and princess and pauper but gayer for the wips titles ask game

alex i love you but you narrowed down on two of my pieces with the least work put in so far

vampire cass

ok i’ll be real i already gave you my whole pitch for it and i havent actually written anything more than that yet. for those who dont know, essentially my pitch is that cassandra was turned into a vampire by lord briarwood. she gets into their super twisted mind games. @ anyone who’s seen vm: i havent gotten to her actually meeting them in podcast so this is all off my noggin

essentially she meets like half of vm, starts giving them like a tour of whitestone (before they reach the sun tree). they realize she’s in league with the briarwoods but don’t attack because they want to use this to get knowledge. the other half of vm gets there including percy, [insert reason why they figure out she’s a vampire] they fight and beat her pretty handily, but don’t kill her bc percy identifies her as his sister. he goes up to her and holds his gun to her head and says “tell me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now” and she responds, the first thing she’s said directly to him, “there’s no reason at all.” then they knock her unconscious as percy starts to go feral mode but they stop him from killing her

so. it’s good.

princess and pauper but gayer

if you’ve seen the princess and the pauper you know that the true ending is a polycule of the four of them. basically this fic was gonna be me writing out at least part of that? like the girls are together and with their boys and the boys are together is my take on the situation

[toddcowardd]

More Than One Prison

Pairing: Cassian Andor x Reader

Rating: G/T

Warnings: Death, angst

A/N: i havent written angst in forever!

Prompt/Request/: There's a Churrit quote that he said to Cassian going around, its "there are more than one sort of prison, captain,, and I sense you carry yours around wherever you go." and I cant help but think about his past! and what if,,,WHAT IF, he lost his love or something! SO, i was wondering if you can do a drabble based on that? (and maybe have the love be reader?)

Summary: Chirrut’s comment about Cassian’s personal prison makes the Captain remember his times with you

“There is more than one sort of prison, Captain.” Chirrut grinned somberly, waving his hands slightly.  ”I sense that you carry yours wherever you go.”

Cassian turned to look out towards the room beyond the cell, sighing to himself. The Guardian was right, he was entrapped in a prison of guilt that he’d never escape. Partly from all those years of doing the rebellion’s dirty work but, mostly because of what happened to you.

You.

The love of his life, taken from him before he’d ever have the chance to spend his life with you. Before he’d ever get to tell you about how he felt about you. The thought of you and that wretched day made his heart tighten in pain as his mind raced with memories.

Cassian remembered the day he met you.

You were a bright eyed new recruit fresh from Bespin’s city in the clouds, assigned on a mission to help him get some intel on an alleged imperial outpost on Tatooine. He watched as you approached the U-Wing in total awestruck, murmuring about how you’ve never been in one of these ships before.

“There is about a 57% chance that Lieutenant [Y/L/N] will find you creepy if you keep staring at her like that.” K2 deadpans from the cockpit.

Cassian scoffs at the droid, turning to face him “I wasn’t starin- wait, what do you mean by ‘like that’?”

Kay swivels his head to look to the Captain before swiveling it back. “She’s here.”

Cassian turns once more to see you standing at the front of the U-wing door. You give him a cheery smile.

“Hello Captain Andor.” You greet as you climb on, setting your bag on the bench. The Captain looks at you with an enamored gaze.  To him you were more beautiful than any of the stars in the galaxy. He looks over to the cockpit when you look towards him, pretending like he wasn’t just staring at you for the second time that day.

“So, ready for your first mission?” He says with his best captain’s voice while he shrugs on his piloting vest.

“I was born ready, Captain Andor.” You grin, plopping onto one of the bench seats. Cassian feels a blush creep up on his cheek as he takes his own seat in the cockpit. He loved the way you sounded, eager to hear you speak more. He starts up the ship, ignoring K2’s judgmental stare.

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Much to Cassian’s delight, you both form a close friendship rather quickly. It was nice to be so close and to trust another human being as deeply as he did with you. You presence made mission more tolerable. It kept him relaxed and grounded which in turn gave better results. That’s not to say that he didn’t have his moments of weakness though. Cassian had developed romantic feelings for you that he kept to himself, suppressed deep in the caverns of his soul.

On rare occasions, his feelings for you had a tendency to get in the way of some missions. Opting for a more reckless choice in order to help you instead of doing the safer option that would make the mission go cleaner. Cassian would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the looks of awe and gratitude you’d give him during his reckless moments. He’d be lying even more if he also said that the post mission patching up he’d get from you on the ship back wasn’t his favorite part of those rare reckless moments. The captain loved your soft, gentle touches against his skin as you’d wrap a gaze around a wound.

It was those moments that he realized he’d need to tell you of his feelings soon, no matter how nervous the thought of it made him.

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Cassian had a plan.

After this mission, he’d invite you for a walk in the forest that surrounded the base. Finding a nice secluded spot away from any interruptions and tell you how he felt. Maybe he’d give you a small gift or his Captain’s jacket to wear to prove how serious he was but, he wasn’t quite sure yet.

You approached the familiar U-wing, waving over to the Captain and Kay. K2 waves back before disappearing into the ship as Cassian leans against the doorway.

“I just got briefed.” You remark. “Sounds like this will be an easy one”

“As long as we don’t attract any unwanted attention.” Cassian hums with a smirk.

“I think well be just fine, Cass” You giggle. The sound making the Captain’s heart soar. Yeah he was defiantly going to tell you after this mission.

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A blaster shot flashes in the alley way next to the dingy Hosnian cantina.

The “informant” you two were to meet turned out to be an imperial spy, who was on his own mission of offing any rebel spies he came in contact with. It all happened so fast after you were both lured out of the cantina. He draws his blaster, firing off a shot. Cassian grabs his own quickly, shooting the spy in the chest. He doesn’t watch him fall to the ground, instead his eyes quickly dart to you. You were on the ground as well, the blaster wound on your chest where the spy hit you was clear as day.

Cassian’s blood runs cold as he pulls you into his arms. Your breath was ragged, you were on the brink. Tears pool into his eyes when he looks down to you. You muster up a weak smile, coughing up a small amount of blood. Once more, for the last time in his life, he feels your soft, gentle touch as you cup his stubble covered cheek.

“I-I…” more blood coughed up. “I always loved you, Cassian.” You murmur weakly. Hand falling from his cheek, hanging limping by you side as your last bit of life leaves you.

Cassian holds your body tightly sobbing into your neck. This wasn’t supposed to happen! This was supposed to be an easy mission! He was going to tell you afterwards when you were back on Yavin! Your confession rings loudly in his head. You loved him too.

He pulls away to look in your eyes one last time before closing them. The Captain cradled your body in his arms protectively, afraid of anymore harm that could happen to you. He stands, walking back to the ship and Kay.

Why was the galaxy so cruel to him? Why was it always taking the people he loved most?

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Kay piloted the ship back to Yavin on his own. Cassian sat on the benches, grasping your body close to him as he stared out into the void of space. Your death was not his fault but, that did not stop Cassian from feeling guilt over it.

A small vigil and cremation ceremony was held back on base for you as fellow rebels said their final good byes. Cassian watched intensely watched the fire engulf you. He’d steal every star in the galaxy just to have you back alive for one more day. Once the ceremony was finished, he wipes away the last of his tears and walks to his quarters.

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In the aftermath of your death, Cassian took on more dangerous missions. More assassinations, more spying under cover, more high priority and top secret missions, each more dangerous than before. There was no recklessness or assignment partners. He was a colder man, opting to keep everyone around him at arm’s length. Only Kay was allowed to be near him on a personal level.

Many rebels believed he had a death wish, and maybe they were right. After all these missions had a much high chance of death than the ones before you passed. In a way, it was like the Captain was trying to escape his prison of guilt and despair. But he never would, not until he himself passes on.

Cassian presses his head against the cool metal bars of Saw’s prison cell. He gripped his lock pick set tightly as he steadies his breathing, pushing back any tears that could’ve spilled down. That was the last thing he needed at the moment.

He glances over to the Guardians, one meditating and the other staring into the cell over. They’ve clearly moved on to other things while Cassian was wrapped up in his memories of you. He sighs again, looking out to the room beyond the cell. He was, at least,  determined to break out of this prison.

heyoooo sorry if this is not that gr8! I wrote this instead of like,, sleeping?? hahah also sorry for any grammar errors bc i suck and never proof read beyond the lil red squiggles.

Tagging: @madelyne-pryor @reecieking @writing-rogue (i know this isnt the smut! thats coming soon!!) @harringtonmaximoff  andddddd idk if you wanna be tagged in future cassian fics them hmu

[cantankerouscassidy]

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