#thread: cassandra 001

[tonibeltran]

x. status -> closed for @cassiewestwood x. location -> pie numbers

Antonio’s mostly here out of nostalgia. He can’t believe it’s still standing — the smell is exactly the same, though he supposes that’s no surprise, considering the smell is just pizza. The arcade games are just as loud as they’d been back in the day, the screeching of children just as prominent, and he’d lean more into the nostalgia of the visit if he hadn’t been struck by the sight of something far, far more enticing.

She’s at the counter, looking up at the menu, waiting her turn. She’d been younger, then. Married. Antonio remembers that night on tour well — Elijah had once again chosen to chase after Harrison during their night off, leaving him with nothing but an ailing heart and a bitter disposition. His preferred method to combat such things had been — and still are — to go out to a bar by himself, pick someone up, forget about the heartbreak for an hour or two. It would come tumbling back the second it was over, of course, but at least for some time, he wasn’t some pathetic loser pining over his best friend. Or the man who used to be his best friend, anyway. He’d certainly been happy to bestow that honor onto Harrison, eventually. 

He doesn’t forget that specific night, however, because her beauty had been almost surreal. Her large, brown eyes, the dark shade of her hair, the brightness of her smile. She’d commanded the attention of the room, even if she hadn’t realized it at the time. And Antonio had been all too happy to give her that attention — would have happily taken her home, too, if she hadn’t admitted to him after an hours-long conversation that she was taken, and it would be inappropriate of her to go home with him. Something he’d respected, of course. The conversation had been lovely, stimulating, even, the back and forth so quick and natural it had set fire to something within him he’d had to promptly put out when she’d rejected him in the kindest way possible. Give me your number, she’d told him after all was said and done. And I’ll call you if anything changes.

The call never came. He supposes not much had changed, then. Still, he can’t help but sidle up next to her in line, feigning interest in the menus behind the counter. After a minute or two of this, he leans over to her, a small smile curving his features. “You never called,” he tells her, the success of this line fully dependent on whether or not she remembers him. Still, he’s an optimist nowadays. When he’s drunk, anyway. He raises an eyebrow when she meets his gaze, his grin turning a little more smug. “Cassie,” he recalls, the memory of her name rolling easily off his tongue. “I guess your husband was lucky enough to keep you around all these years, hm?”

[theodoranowak]

Theo doesn’t meet Cassandra’s gaze as she shrugs her shoulders delicately, the question of becoming a stepmom at her age one that seeps straight into the desires she’d buried along with Sam. “I thought I’d be a mom by now,” she confesses, and her tone is a little too sad, a little too honest for her liking. So she fixes her gaze back onto Cassie’s, and smiles as widely as she’s able to. “Though, for the record, you were an exceptional stepmother at a much younger age than I was,” she points out. “And, just — a better person, in general,” she reaches out to squeeze Cassie’s wrist affectionately. “I think I could do worse than to have your temperament, when it comes to kids.”

She loosens her grip on Cassie and takes back her hand, smile still practiced and steady on her face. “I don’t think there’s anything we couldn’t do, if we were married,” she tells her seriously. “But I think I’d feel terrible for cheating you out of the kind of romantic love you deserve, eventually,” she admits quietly. The kind of romantic love she’s sure Terry would have loved to have bestowed upon her, had they been given the chance. Or had they had even the wherewithal to confess such a thing, to anyone. Theo’s had been an educated guess on her part, after all. A part of Theo almost wishes Cassandra would know just what kind of an impact she leaves on people — that she doesn’t have to base her value on men who wouldn’t know a good thing if it was standing over the earth, claiming to be god. 

Cassie says Mortal Something, and Theo can’t help the small chuckle that sneaks past her lips. When she finishes confessing to Theodora exactly what she wants from him, her grin breaks open, something far more genuine in her expression now than there was before. “Music to my ears, all of this,” she tells Cassie. “Though I do, as a caveat, want to point out that I could also have him tortured for a while,” she winks in jest. “Nevertheless, I do enjoy torturing men like Vaughn in the best way I know how to — by taking their money, their homes, and their dignity,” she hums casually as she says the word, so used to doing such a thing it’s almost instinctual to her. “Whatever you want, I can get it for you. Whatever you want to leave him with or without, I can do that, too. Hell, you want his mistress?” She waggles her eyebrows. “I can find a way to get you that, too.” She scratches at Autumn’s long chin affectionately. “We can sit down later, go through everything in detail,” she promises. “But you would have to come by the office, which,” she shrugs. “I don’t know how keen you’ll be to see Saul that often, but I could look into having blinds installed,” she says thoughtfully. Probably a good idea in general, she thinks. She’d like to be able to block the rest of the firm out when she’s trying to concentrate.

At the question of her mother, Theodora freezes for about half a second before forcing her shoulders to relax. “She’s called me — or, well,” she makes a face, thinking about her mother’s manager making most of the calls to her. “Pete’s called me, on her behalf, no less than a dozen times since I moved here,” she says. “She doesn’t like the fact that I spent my money building this center. She doesn’t like the fact that I’d ‘betray my family name’ by going to work for a Weissberg, and she doesn’t like — well, me,” she glances at Cassie, shoots her a small, rueful smile. “Which is something I’ve known most of my life, but she’s never made it more obvious than now, when she has a fantastic excuse to let me know point blank.” She presses her forehead against Autumn's snout, who nuzzles her face excitedly.

With a small laugh, she turns back to Cassie, and releases a deep sigh. “She’s angry that my grandfather endorsed my move so publicly,” she admits quietly. “She hasn’t — said as much, obviously,” she adds. Rosamund would never admit to being envious of her father’s affections for her own daughter — not if it killed her, not if it saved her life. “But I can’t help keep looking over my shoulder, wondering if she’s going to show up and do something to take this away from me, too, you know?”

"Unfortunately there is one thing stopping us," Cassandra laughed and loved the sound as it rumbled through her body and shook her shoulders gently. Lately, maybe even the last few years, all that put a shining smile on her face was her boys. Things with Vaughn hadn't been horrendous. In fact, they'd felt so familiar that she hadn't even bat an eye when the intricacies of their marriage and relationship had begun to shift and change. A husband too busy for his wife and family because of the demands of his job? Normal. A husband that didn't notice new outfits she'd adorned herself with to look special for him? He was tired all the time, it was understandable.

It never mattered how clean the house was, how delicious their dinner, that his shirts were always so perfectly pressed, his sons were happy and healthy, or that Cassandra always tried to look good for him. The travesty was in the fact that she was used to people falling out of love with her. She'd bore witness to them finding something, someone better each and every time. It was why the mention of marriage, again, even with someone as beloved to her as her Teddy Bear gave Cassandra some pause. There was no survival if she eventually lost Theodora as well. She was so much more than a pseudo niece; she was family, a confidant, a reliable source of love and devotion, Theo was someone Cassandra wanted to be close to so that she could celebrate all the amazing things she'd accomplish with her life.

Left hand lifted and displayed, there was no band on that particular finger as Cassandra frowned, "there may not be a ring here but by law I am still legally married. Fucking asshole or not, I'd rather my claim to fame not be a bigamy headline." A wink and a wrinkle across the bridge of her nose for her sweetest one. "Would you really want to be a step-mom anyway at your young and beautiful age," she further teased, her palm holding the cup of Theo's cheek briefly. It went without saying, if there ever were to be someone else in her love life, her children would have to be loved and accepted as well. "God," Cassandra smirked as she mused, "we really would take the world by storm, wouldn't we?" More so Theo doing big things and Cassie making sure she had a good breakfast before she went out and conquered the day. Maybe that was all she was good for, being someone's support.

As much as she's been pained and hurt, given up and chosen over time and time again, Cassandra's heart hadn't hardened over. There's definite bitterness she'd felt towards the cards she'd been dealt, some big lessons she'd learned, but only now when she holds hope that it's not too late. "Oh, I want to finish him, as they say in that one bloody game the boys love, Mortal Something," eyes playfully rolled and hand waved off what her boys would groan about, "but I want him to take care of the boys and pay a lot in alimony. I want the house and the vacation home." It felt so greedy to say she wanted half of everything, especially since she hadn't worked since she was twenty-one, yet some part of her felt that it was so deserved given everything she'd sacrificed and how hard she'd worked to be everything Vaughn had needed. Only to be be cast aside for someone younger and prettier. Probably better in bed too considering Cassandra had been with a grand total of three men in her forty-five years. "Death seems easy, you know," she grinned to take the weight off of what she felt, "it doesn't erase or fix the savagery of what he's done to me, you know?"

Before tears could spring to her eyes and Cassandra could do a swan dive into the heart of the pain she continuously pretended wasn't that serious, she had too much to remain strong for, and it would be so embarrassing for Vaughn to get a view of just how he'd put her to slaughter, the focus shifted to Theodora. There was something there, she could sense it, like a mother to their child, though she didn't press when the excuse of being tired came. That was entirely plausible. Her fingers were playing with the loose ends of Theo's hair again, "have you not been getting any sleep? Putting all this together," she gestured to the equestrian center, "and keeping up with your lawyer work has to be quite a lot for any one person." Maybe, hopefully, Theo had someone new in her life to support her again. She deserved that and was owed it especially after being abandoned.

Perhaps she wasn't the master deflector. Well, Theodora did it as a profession, and they had switched back to a somewhat previous topic. One that Cassandra actually needed to engage in. When it came to filing and going through the process of divorce she was aware of just how quickly she needed to get the ball rolling. Plans of action needed to be made. Cassandra had no income, no real job history in the last twenty-plus years, and two children to take care of. She should be panicking. "You're tenacious and honestly, there's too many complications when it comes to Saul," because there was something the two of them had to go through alongside Cassandra divorcing husband number two, "you have the job if you want it. Take Vaughn Westwood to the cleaners and please leave him like that in front of his mistress. If you want to be my lawyer." It felt more important to support Theodora's career anyway. Things would be too messy with Saul and conflicts of interest would be the least of worries when she had to ask her first husband what she had to ask of him.

They were on their way to the stables to see the horses, arm in arm and Cassandra's hand slipped down to grasp Theo's hand. Memories of riding came flooding back and she swallowed down the emotions that rose up. The horses were so beautiful. "Wow, Autumn is still thriving, huh?" When she approached the mare, Cassandra placed her palm on the warm, muscled neck of the animal and instantly felt soothed. Riding with Theo, or even when Theo was too busy and she'd go anyway, had been such an escape. It was an ode to a previous way of life, and she too had found freedom on the strong back of a horse. "Good to see that, young girl," Cassie had said to the mare as she stroked her neck, "we may be old but there's still nothing like us." At Theo's comment, a smiling glanced was turned to her. "What's going on with your mother?"

[saulweissberg]

availability / @cassiewestwood setting / la galleria; tuesday, july 16th, around seven pm.

was he having a stroke? truly, was there something wrong with him now that he was over the age of fifty? being ambushed by terry a few weeks ago had been startling, knowing that they had moved to blue harbor and lived within ten miles of him for the first time in twenty-five years, and he had many run-ins with thalia since their divorce two years ago, but he figured the universe had meted out enough punishment for his transgressions. having his second wife—the only ex-wife left in new york—walk into la galleria that night made him feel like his sanity had finally snapped. either he was having some sort of breakdown, or cassandra had a midwestern doppelgänger, albeit with darker hair. like when terry first arrived, the idea of that doppelgänger had been ludicrous, but was it any more ludicrous than his second wife appearing in blue harbor randomly? at least terry had the excuse of micah, and blue harbor was thalia’s hometown. there was absolutely no reason why cassie would be in town. none that saul could think of, at least. g-d, he hoped she wasn't moving to illinois, too.

getting up from his table, he crossed the restaurant in an effort to catch up before she could sit down elsewhere. “ginger!” saul called out the nickname he used to call her—if it was truly cassie, she’d respond to it—and his voice was tinged with affection, but there was clear confusion in his eyes. approaching her and the hostess leading her to a different section of the restaurant, he smiled politely at the young worker before turning his attention back to his ex-wife. “though i see you’re not so ginger anymore.” his hand reached out to brush a strand of hair off her shoulder, the locks no longer the deep auburn she had when they first met. “what’re you doing here?” he asked, struck by how often he was saying that exact phrase this year. who else was going to show up in blue harbor, he wondered. was his third grade teacher waiting in the wings to surprise him, or maybe his freshman year boyfriend? “i mean, not that i’m not happy to see you… but where’s vaughn? and your kids?”

[battle-scvrs]

Having already sent an owl to warn of her impending arrival, Cassie had apparated across to Val's at 7pm on the dot. She had two bottles of wine in her bag along with a box of chocolates, and as soon as she apparated into her friend's home she threw herself down on the couch. "I brought wine!" she called loudly, wondering whereabouts in the house Val was. @valeria-flint

[nekrotisch]

|| NEKROTISCH || original fantasy character; multifandom; multiverse.

Cassandra Kühn - Necromancer; protector of spirits and the dead; Spirit of Dianthus.

With verses for various works including Dragon Age, Baldur's Gate, and others.

Exploring the concepts of death, abandonment, The Reluctant Hero, shedding past traumas, and holding your heroes accountable.

traveling with : @bloodlaurel ; @thanatologie ; @perditus ; @vorashvan ; @crosaidi ; @blyghthound

Current main verses: Dragon Age, Expedition 33, BG3

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Writting by Macaron (30+, she/her)

Mobile Rules

rule 001. : Introduction This blog is heavily selective mutuals only fantasy oc blog. I am 30+yo, full time corporate worker who tries her best. Expect moderate activity.

Cassandra is an OC in original lore developed by me. Please do not steal or borrow my headcanons or my character.

rule 002. : No Hate or AI Welcome I refuse to follow or interact with anyone who is disgusting. This includes bigots of all flavors, I will block you on-sight if I see any sort of hateful behavior. If you see me interacting with someone problematic, please approach me respectfully. I am terrible at connecting mun names to blogs so I will not realize it.

Also, if you use AI for writing or knowing reblog ai images, you will be soft blocked.

rule 003. : Content Warning & Triggers This blog will have heavy content involving: Death, Undeath, Abandonment, Murder, Loss of Self, Violence, and some verses are subject to the content of that franchise. I will tag things that pertain to necromancy, including autopsies/post-mortems, skeletons, and detailed anatomical descriptions in a general "Necromancy tw". Images will have their individual triggers posted, my tagging system will be "[content] tw"

I do ask that photos of snakes are tagged following the above method.

rule 004. : Writing I vary from one-liners to multi-paragraph replies, depending on the subject at hand. I do ask in general length matches nearly. I'm not a stickler when it comes to length, only that I am able to write a reply. Sometimes a 18 paragraph reply will have nothing I can respond to.

rule 005. : Following & Reblogs I am mutuals only. I only follow if I want to write with you. I ask the same respect. Please do not follow for follow. If for some reason I wish to unfollow, I will soft block by default, or hardblock if your rules prefer it. I will unfollow for rule breaking or no attempts to reciprocate my attempts at writing together.

I do ask memes/images/musings are reblogged from the source. I always reblog from the source or at the very least an archived blog.

I only follow and interact with muns over the age of 21, this is for my comfort. If you have no age, I will not be following.

rule 006. : Shipping & Smut I love shipping, however, that is not my goal. I am here to write my original character and develop her. I ship on chemistry, either romantically or platonically. I would prefer a few threads down before developing something more, but I am always open to discussing the potential for any pairing! I am multi-ship, so each ship will remain within their own verse.

I do write smut with those I am comfortable with. I just prefer writing it when it develops the characters, or the ship, or getting a feel for their dynamic. I am not here to write porn. I will always put it under a read more and tag it as 'nsft'

rule 007. : Exclusivity I do not practice exclusivity by default. I am not opposed to it following a deep connection.

I will designate Mains. These are folks I have heavily developed with and writing with them is prioritized only due to that relationship.

Mains list will always be ever changing and growing.

rule 008. : Disclaimer I reserve the right to change and update these rules as needed.

[staturesque]

#STATURESQUE!   is   a   low   activity,   mutuals   only   portrayal   of   cassandra   lang   from   marvel   comics.   616-based primarily, cherry picking from other canon content,   &   slightly   canon-divergent   in   regards   to   some   timeline   stuff.   largely   headcanon   &   study   driven.   FT.   THEMES   OF:   making   your   own   fate,   found-family,   growth   through   making   mistakes   (   like,   a   lot   of   them   ).   heroism   and   the   weight   of   a   legacy,   being   your   father's   daughter.   wings   prematurely   clipped   by   death   and   regained   through   rebellion.   anger   and   passion   being   two   sides   of   the   same   coin.   

— playlist.   pinboard.

swarming   with:  kmtrpg + all of gully's blogs. scott.

GUIDELINES.

001.   just   be   normal!   usual   etiquette   applies.   don't   rush   me,   don't   poke   &   prod,   try   to   keep   unhelpful   godmodding   to   a   minimum,   etc. i don't really care for drama + callouts. if i deem somebody gross, i'll likely just block and move on. dni:   minors   (under   18),   people   who   use   /   encourage   ai   /   repost   art,   people   who   write   db/nncon,   are   any   of   the   phobes   or   ists.   that's   a   block   on   sight. 002.   interaction   is   welcome   so   long   as   we're   mutuals.   inbox   prompts   are   always   open   &   unprompted   starters   /   asks   are   totally   fine!   these   are   usually   the   best   way   to   start   interactions   with   me   &   you're   always   welcome   to   continue   them   into   threads! replies   to   threads   are   usually   slower   than   to   other   forms   of   interaction   but   just   be   patient,   they'll   come! 003.   i'm   a   bit   of   a   rambler   and   that   carries   into   my   replies   which   means   they   tend   to   get   long   (   2-3   paragraphs   minimum).   with   that   being   said:   i   never   expect   my   partner   to   match   length   or   format.   write   whatever   you're   happy   with,   i'll   never   take   it   as   a   slight.   i   use   small + large   text   with   some   colored   text.   if   you   need   anything   at   all   changed   for   readability   let   me   know! i am currently iconless, whether or not that'll change is up in the air. 004.   i   do   practice   mains/exclusives/affiliates.   mains   are   people   that'll   likely   get   priority   in   reply   speed,   exclusives   are   the   only   version   of   that   muse   i'll   interact   with,   and   affiliates   are   muses   that   are   heavily   tied   into   my   portrayal   of   cassie   and   if   said   muse   comes   up   in   a   separate   thread,   it   is   referring   to   that   specific   variant   of   them. 005.   love   plotting   but   wouldn't   call   it   a   must   for   us   to   begin   interacting!   cassie   is   a   pretty   easy   character   to   just   insert   into   situations.    however,   i   think   that   plots   do   make   for   more   interesting   dynamics   and   i'll   usually   approach   people   eventually   to   chat   about   muses   in   more   depth. 006.   cassie   is   15-17   in   anything   young   avengers   era   and   18   currently—   any   ships   will   be   age   appropriate   and   i   will   not   write   sexual   content   on   this   blog.   that's   gross. i   ship   on   chemistry,   though   pre-established   ships   (   i.e   canon   ships   as   found   in   the   comics   )   are   fine   by   me.  007.    this   blog   will   deal   with   themes   already   present   in   the   comics!   anything   triggering   will   be   tagged   appropriately   using   the   format   'trigger   cw   /'.   if   there's   something   specific   you   need   tagged   just   drop   a   message   in   &   i'll   account   for   it! general   trigger   warnings   for:   canon-typical   violence,   heavy   discussions   of   death.   008. i've been writing cassie since like, 2015. my portrayal is, by this point, highly personalized and strongly headcanon based since she's lived up in the dusty ol' cobweb generator for so long. i don't acknowledge the mcu for the most part and will likely avoid mcu based muses as a result; that's not on y'all, that's on me for not having the attention span to keep up with their eight thousandth movie.  recommended reading for my portrayal: health. credits. psd creds to waatsoned. all graphics are made by myself unless stated otherwise; if i make something that features your muse, you're welcome to rb it! doesn't bother me. 👍 blog roll: jubilee. johnny.

DOSSIER.

— general.

FULL   NAME.       cassandra   eleanor   lang ALSO   KNOWN   AS.       cassie,   stature,   stinger DATE   OF   BIRTH.     20   /   06 AGE.       15-17   (YA,   astonishing   ant-man),   18   (current) GENDER.     cisfemale PRONOUNS.     she/her ORIENTATION.       panromantic OCCUPATION.       superhero SPECIES.       human altered by pym particles.

— background.

BIRTHPLACE.     oyster bay, long island, new york CURRENT   HOME.       miami,   florida,   usa or pym laboratories, cresskill, new jersey. NATIONALITY.       american ETHNICITY.       white LANGUAGE(S).   english   +   insect,  she'll argue 'till she's blue on that one PARENTS.       peggy   rae   burdick   (mother),   scott   lang   (father) SIBLINGS.       n/a OTHER   FAMILY   MEMBERS.       bob   lang   (grandfather),   ruth   lang   (aunt),   carl   lang   (uncle),   blake   burdick   (step-father) PETS.       if   you   count   all   the   bugs.   So   Many.   her   favorite   is   the   ant that   lives   underneath   her   desk   and   sometimes   ventures   to   her   window   sill.

— appearance.

FACECLAIM.       kathryn   newton,   tentatively  HAIR.       blonde,   usually   in   a   braid   or   ponytail EYES.       blue HEIGHT.     5'4" ( 162 cm. ) DOMINANT   HAND.       right SCARS.       cassie   has   a   scattering   of   scars   in   the   region   of   her   heart   —   two heart   transplants   at   varying   ages   will   do   that   to   a   girl. TATTOO(S).     peggy   would   kill   her   <3   she   doesn't   have   any PIERCINGS.     cassie has both ears pierced. OTHER   REMARKABLE   FEATURES.       cassie   has   freckles    take   it   up   with   the   boss   (   me   )

— personality.

POSITIVE   TRAITS.     steadfast,   compassionate,   trusting NEGATIVE   TRAITS.       stubborn,   hot-headed,   occasionally   short-sighted,   a   lil   bit   of   a   rebellious   streak LIKES.       battle   royale   (2000),   super-heroing,   drumming,   anything   science   heavy   —   documentaries,   books,   history,   etc. atomic physics are her jam on account of, you know. her entire life. DISLIKES.       the   hunger   games,   being   controlled,   probably   being   kidnapped FEARS   &   PHOBIAS.       loss,   normalcy,   big   FOMO   pre-stinger-post-resurrection WISHES   &   DREAMS.       to   be   a   hero,   like   her   dad,   and   to   be   taken   seriously,   maybe   unlike   her   dad   (that's   on   them   —   poor   vision) MBTI.       ENFP MORAL   ALIGNMENT.       neutral   good ENNEAGRAM   TYPE.     9w8

POWERS BREAKDOWN.

as stature, cassie can grow and shrink at will — & without the will. microdosing on pym particles from a young age, they ingrained themselves with her heart and allow her to use their abilities without the need of a suit or canisters. the only catch is, being attached to her person as they are, they react and shift with her emotions; guilt causes her to shrink, anger causes her to grow, and so-on. more specifically, cassie can grow up to 250 feet tall, though at her limit it's difficult to maintain for long; the enhanced size grants her greater strength ( 25-75 tons ) & greater durability. on the other scale, she can shrink down to half an inch, roughly. she is by all means similar to ant-man, giant man, etc. etc. the big difference being that it all comes from her and not from a suit. as stinger, following the loss of her heart, cassie retains her ability to grow and shrink except more in line with other size-shifters — though she still has the pollution of pym particles in her system from so long with them, the vast majority come from her new suit. aside from that, her suit is equipped with a pair of bio-synthetic wings, a set of wrist blasters, and a helmet which allows her to communicate with over 5000 species of insects. as cassie, she's been taking self-defense and various combat classes since she was young as a result of being kidnapped so often; her hand-to-hand combat is no joke for somebody her age. she has personally trained with wolverine and captain america. during her time with the initiative, she undertook classes pertaining to military training and strategies.

[belyypauchok]

@grlwonder

It was hard to believe in any type of god these days, Yelena thought, as she weaved her way through the crowds towards the church. It wasn't like religious grounds had ever offered her places of sanctuary. More often than not, they became just another fighting ring for her. Such was the way of her life. Yet, when she had heard the chatter around the castle that there was a restoration project in process there, something about it had caught her attention.

It took very little time and even less sound for her to slip into the building, head tilted up to examine the arched ceiling, the vaunted altar before her, the well-worn pews. If she had been anyone else, perhaps Yelena would have been fooled into thinking that she was alone. However, she was a spider by nature and armed with intel and so, sharp ears were able to pick out the faintest sound of someone working away.

"Wonder Girl, I assume?" She called out, accent thick and honeying as she eased further in, head tilted.

[filthysins]

open starter ft. cassandra. (open to m/f/nb) THREAD IS NO LONGER OPEN. premise: cassandra is being kept as collateral to keep her father in line after he saw some stuff he shouldn’t have. your muse had a bad day/deal gone wrong/her father is considering going to the police idk, something and cassandra decides to try and make it better.

she can hear the yelling all the way down the hall, it causes her to jump slightly when the sound of something being thrown crashes into what she hopes is a wall. cassandra knows it’s probably better if she just stays holed up in the room she’s been graciously given access too since being bought to this place. despite that the preacher’s daughter dares to venture out of the room and down the hall to see what’s going on. the closer she gets the clearer the voice becomes and she feels a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. its just her luck that the person she’s being kept by is the person who is clearly in a foul mood. there’s a small war in her mind, common sense telling her to turn around and go back to the room she’s just left, and the other urging her to go make sure they’re okay. it’s not like she should care and yet some part of her does care. it’s confusing and cassandra pushes it to the back of her mind as she enters the room and before she can say a word a hush falls over everyone. she’s suddenly nervous, and more than a little self-conscious as a laser focused gaze is leveled on her. “is everything okay?” she questions meekly, not even sure if being there is something that will get her into trouble. “i heard yelling.”  

[islcndxmisfits-a]

@ocylum​ // cont. from here

“Huh?” She asked, looking to where he pointed. “Oh, uh, that’s nothing.” She said, “Must’ve just scratched it on something.” Or she was doing something stupid and had gotten hurt pretty bad without realizing it.

[lycaniantheory]

“Oh, I'm so sorry—” he said in unison, “—I was in my head, I should've watched my step. Are you okay? I think I just rammed into you pretty hard.”

The woman must've been about a foot shorter than him and he'd walked into her like a damn bulldozer. The ground could've quacked, shattered, and swallowed him whole. Jeremiah had to fight the instinct to search for nonexistent injuries—it wasn't like he had to make it more awkward.

He stretched out his hand: “Jeremiah. I'm not knocking people over, not usually.”

LOCATION: Outside of King's Cross Hospital WHO: @lunarcovestarters

Cassandra would have gone to the hospital sooner, but the idea of crossing paths with anyone from the disastrous night prior—of which she knew there must be many, considering the injuries sustained—left a sinking feeling in her stomach. It was her first real experience with any type of preternatural conflict, and the chaos and bloodshed only sent her psyche stumbling through flashbacks of the night of her accident, and all she really wanted to do now is crawl into her bed and sleep for a week or two. But, she knew even with her accelerated healing that leaving her oddly twisted wrist unattended wouldn't be the smartest idea, so she was grateful to the nurse who was able to see her and reset it, stitching up a few particularly nasty gashes while they were at it. Now, sent off with a temporary wrist splint and some eventual new scars, Cassandra is only too happy to head back to the warm bed that beckons, and maybe a drink or two. Only, it seems her thoughts are more than distracted and she does not realize until she's stumbling into another body that she hadn't been watching where her feet were carrying her.

“ oh, shit– i'm so sorry— ”

[sinsoakedsaints]

for: cassie / @corxunum​

from: dis meme 🌸

based on: this plot! 

He swirls what’s left of his beer around the glass that housed in, the contents flat and warm and beyond unappealing to him. It’s a Saturday like most Saturdays, at a kickback with his friends, one of the first he’s been at for weeks. With the sudden and sharp demise of his relationship, both him and his weekends were now free again, and he wonders to himself if he should have just skipped out on this one rather than being such a goddamn downer. 

There’s every chance Zephyr was reading the vibes wrong, but he was picking up on another of his friend’s energy that seemed to match his own, which is why he leaned forward from where he was seated on the couch and speaks towards her as the music switched from the next nondescript indie band he didn’t recognise. 

“Hey, Cass, you wanna split?”

[fatesentangled-a]

ic  tags  for  rapunzel  hanover  !!

🎔  001.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  thread  } 🎔  001.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  answered  } 🎔  001.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  starter  } 🎔  001.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  starter  call  } 🎔  002.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  musing  } 🎔  002.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  aesthetic  } 🎔  002.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  desire  } 🎔  002.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  visage  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  king  frederic  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  queen  arianna  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  mother  gothel  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  eugene  fitzherbert  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  cassandra  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  varian  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  max  } 🎔  003.  ↳  {  rapunzel  hanover  ;  relation  »  pascal  }

[mournfulminds]

There was not a doubt in the sleeper agent's memory that did not further this life being a reservoir of ephemeral flashes and while it had been thrilling to the point it could sway her heart, Téa knew deep down that they could not simply "continue on like this". Though she could spend an endless amount of time tangled up in bed with the blonde, a rainy afternoon peering in as they fuck and talk in the silence between, if she was to be an "honest woman" and wife, then she would have to end it. This vision burnt into her visage, softening her and gratified for the darkened edges that only her partner could see in the dim lighting. "Cassandra," She mumbles, like a hymn in this tiny closet, replied by no one.

Balmy hands clasp behind her back as she leans into the other anyway, her chin resting in the crook of the writer's neck, placing a kiss to the collar bone, "If we could continue on like this forever... What I wouldn't give for that sort of option." But a kind life was never a thing Téa had vied away for, so how could she ever reap any lasting elation? Especially now that it was so clear she was with the wrong person, and that person happened to be her fiancé's sibling. "I'm always concerned when it comes to you," The older woman joked back. "But it's more me that I'm worried about. I can't control myself around you, you must know that by now. Why test something you already know to be true? I just want this to go well."

Cassandra spun in place as she heard the click of the door behind them. With the light switched on, her gaze landed on the other woman, an innocent smile falling over her lips. She wasn't dumb. She didn't exactly expect a spicy rendezvous at a family meal in the middle of an upscale restaurant, but again, a woman could dream. The thought sent a tingle down her spine as did Téa stepping closer to her.

Cassandra glanced at her through her lashes, eyes trailing down to her lips before meeting her gaze. "As if you don't enjoy it as much as me," she remarked with a smirk. Delicate fingers reached out for the woman's waist. "So what? I go back and remain on my best behavior and we continue on like this?" It wasn't the worst idea in the world to her, but the sight of Theresa with her brother had begun to irritate her more than usual. "It's not like any of them will notice me to begin with. Gotta keep myself entertained somehow." She inched closer, bodies nearly flushed together. "You sure you're not more concerned about being hot and bothered by the wrong Heidrich on what's supposed to be such an 'important' day?" she teased. "Because we both know who's going to get you off after this to celebrate."

[publicabsent]

putting this under a read more just in case -- it won’t be super long probably but better safe than sorry. these are the SCARS ANNETTE HAS, & ANY EQUIVALENTS IN AUS.

so first things first: lots of these scars are very small, well-healed, & carefully covered with clothing or makeup or whatever she can use. that being said, most of these are verse 001 exclusive unless stated otherwise in this post. 

quite a few of her more noticeable scars are from a particularly nasty encounter that annette still has issues comprehending & is still deeply troubled by. the one at fault is a spirit by the name of cassandra james, & the month of her disappearance regarding this is usually just referred to (by me) as the james house incident. these lingering injuries include somewhat calloused fingertips (just the fingertips) from scrabbling at half-decayed wooden floors, four fingernail-shaped scars on the left side of her jaw & one on the right from cassandra’s sharp fingernails -- as well as similar if elongated marks on her upper arms & left ankle. 

those scars are not present in any other verse. 

one scar that is fairly persistent throughout verses (mostly due to it being self-inflicted, if inadvertently) is the one across her left palm, from broken glass. in her main verse, it was late & she was alone -- having recently come home from one of her disappearances, still seeing threats in every shadow. something moved behind her in the mirror, or at least she thought it did. in a blind panic, she made to take the mirror down & subsequently broke it, somehow managing to slice her palm open. the first aid she did wasn’t her best, & this scar shows it. she was still scared.

in her hawkins verse, the instance is roughly the same. only instead of a ghost, it was likely either the demogorgon or some variant thereof. she still panicked, she still cut herself. it’s more a point of shame in this verse. because she hasn’t got any others to be embarrassed about.

it’s unlikely any others will be mentioned in any threads, since she’s careful about hiding such things. that being said, verse 001 has her still jumpy about people touching/holding her face by the jaw, or tightly by her upper arms. pointing any of these out or even unknowingly touching them will probably upset her.

[vigilaent]

#𝚅𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙴𝙽𝚃   :   a   selective   low  activity   superhero  multimuse   blog   for   characters   featured   in   the   dc  universe,  heavily  based  in  rocksteady  studio’s  arkham  knight  and  gotham  knights,  influenced  by  other  media  like  batman:  under  the  red  hood,  wayne  family  adventures,  hbo’s  titans,  +  some  comics.     very headcanon heavy.     an ode to corruption,  generational  cycles  thanked  and  broken,  the  body  bled  and  divided  among  the  hands,  love as violence,  violence as religion,  religion as love,  and  being  born  again.     re - made  04/18/23.     performed by jean,  23,  they/any,  cst.

documents.     dossiers under co  ;  linked below when available.

muse list. . .

dick grayson.     mixed media,  headcanon heavy.     pinterest. jason todd.     headcanon and arkham based.     pinterest. bruce wayne.     2022 and arkham based.     pinterest. gar logan.     titans and headcanon based. koriand’r.     titans and teen titans influenced. rachel roth.     mixed media,  teen titans influenced. selina kyle.     very divergent,  original portrayal. jessie umeh.     original character,  arkham based. cassandra cain.     testing.

dash rules. . .

000.     disclaimer

just a little one !     i am very new to the dc universe and find myself often overwhelmed with the amount of comics there are to read.     i’ve got the spirit,  but i may or may not know the basics about your muse when it comes to canon dc characters.     i apologize in advance,  but it’s nothing a little plotting can’t fix,  so if i pop into your ims with stupid questions about your portrayal,  this is why.     but as always,  if you’re still down to clown,  i am very much too !

001.     activity

hey there !!    i’m jean,  23,  white,  use they/them pronouns, and i write pretty sporadically.     this goes for ic and ooc interactions.     i un / fortunately work 40 hour work weeks,    and only get every other weekend off,  if that,  so my schedule makes consistent muse difficult on top of my focus.    sometimes i’ll be able to get out a couple drafts a week,  others merely once,  or not at all.     if i haven’t replied or answered something in a while,  please know it’s nothing personal !     i’m just taking my time until i feel good about what i can put down.     i have other rp blogs i try to run as well,  therefore i might be very SLOW on this one at times.     i can be quite the flaky rp partner,  so i apologize in advance for that  and completely understand if my antics   [  or lack thereof  ]   result in an unfollow.

002.     selective  

because of the previously stated,  i’m also highly selective with who i rp with.     i want to not to bite off more than i can chew,  and for the sake of pacing myself,  my activity will be reserved for mutuals only.     i reserve the right to drop threads with / unfollow / block anyone for whatever reason  ;  i won’t be exercising this left and right !     but it’s for my own comfort.     ocs / crossovers / duplicates are always welcome <3   [  duplicates let me know if you need me to tag same - muse posts and i’ll be happy to ! ]   mains are allowed,  as are exclusives if it happens organically,  but so far it’s not common if that’s a concern for any !

003.     etiquette

the basics  ;  don’t be an asshole,  any transphobia,  biphobia,  homophobia,  racism,  whitewashing,  pro - shipping,  etc,  will be blocked on sight.     no godmodding,  please cut your threads,  continue asks in new posts,  etc,  and no stealing of any personal concepts of mine.     loose inspiration is fine,  of course,  but if i see repeated similarities,  i may or may not approach you about it.     formatting - wise,  here is an example of my prose style.     i know,  i know,  but it be like that sometimes. . .     i primarily use small / some colored text and static or no icons,  but feel free to format however you like.     when following,  i generally keep an eye out for decent prose.     it doesn’t have to be anything fancy !     but if there are a lot of typos / missing commas / inconsistencies,  i will probably be less likely to follow back.     this is purely preference on my part.     if icons are used,  it will mostly be for primary muses,  otherwise i generally go iconless.

004.     shipping  

i’m all about exploring meaningful dynamics,  whether they be platonic,  familial,  antagonistic,  pre - established,  etc,  so feel free to shoot me a message if you’d like to plot something out between our muses !     while the mun of this blog is 18+,  smut just really isn’t my thing  ;  referenced ‘offscreen’ as it were is fine,  as are nfsfw headcanons and such,  maybe fade to black / time skips,  but for the most part,  you won’t find any roleplayed smut on this blog.     this of course is muse dependent and does not apply to any underage muses.     romance is fine to some degree,  but again,  if they are a child, anything beyond lighthearted and innocent experiences are off limits,  no exceptions.     if i seen you’ve aged up a minor character for shipping purposes,  it will result in an instant unfollow.     if at some point i flesh out adult verses for them,  these shipping rules will not change.     on that note as well,  i do prefer to rp with muns who are also 18+.     i don’t see your age somewhere in your rules or pinned,  it will affect my willingness to follow.

005.     memes

memes from anyone,  anytime,  for the muse or for the mun,  are always welcome,  and often a go - to ice breaker of mine !     please don’t hesitate to send a good handful since i try not to cage myself into answering ones i just don’t have muse for.     i find if i force stuff,  i’m just less likely to ever actually get it done,  so don’t feel like you’re overwhelming me if you send more than just a couple for me to choose from.     asks from mutuals will be prioritized,  and i’ll most likely only continue threads with them as well.     please remember to specify which muse your asks are for unless it’s to one of my sideblogs.     if you want to start a thread from an ask,  i greatly encourage it !  i just ask you start from a new post to keep things tidy !

006.     triggers  

many of my muses have canonically been through some messed up stuff,  as well as leaning horror - adjacent to me in many ways,  and this blog will be portraying that accordingly,  including trigger - heavy content such as  :  depression,  ptsd,  panic attacks,  violence,  murder,  kidnapping,  self harm,  abuse / neglect,  animal death,  horror elements,  cannibalism,  death / resurrection,  religious imagery,  etc,  but i will try to tag it as  ‘ trigger // ’.     my personal triggers are visual eye gore,  visual self harm,  and visual vomit.     please feel free to say something if i forget to tag a post and  i’ll try to tag it for you right away !     thank you for taking the time to read through all of these,  and you can rest assured if i follow you,  that means i’ve read through your rules as well <3

[lostperle]

Flash Points Challenge 001: (Tuesday Oct 1st to Wednesday Oct 9th)

what are some of your favorite tropes? -  400 POINTS

I’m going to admit I’m a massive sap and that can be seen through my favorite tropes. My favorite tropes are opposites attract especially sad rainy cloud character falling for sunny optimistic character. I’m such a sucker for that trope especially if the sunny character makes the rainy character happier and they can be true with themselves like good shit right there. My other favorite trope is Found Families. Look I LOVE found families, I love weird groups of friends that grow from friend group to chosen family group and are all bound together by this unspoken familial bound. Guys I just I cry for found families tropes. They’re my favorite.

do you have a favorite character you’ve written, in or outside of shiver? if so, what makes them your fave?  -  550 POINTS

I have too many favorite omg. I think for now I’ll just talk why I love Perle. I love Perle because she’s so unique from other characters I’ve written before. Like she’s simultaneously very caring and very selfish. She’s worldly yet immature and courageous but escapist at the same time. In a whole she is a contradiction and I just love her for it. I haven’t gotten to write much for her yet but I’d love to write more soon!

do you prefer writing with small casts of characters or large ones? what are some of the pros and cons?  -  400 POINTS

I don’t think I have a real preference. I’ve written in/with both before and they both have their pros/cons! Big groups can make me anxious to talk in the group chats due to #social-anxiety but it offers more chances for open starters to respond too or threads to create. While small groups make me less anxious and offer longer threads to make along with deeper connections to create with other members. I honestly really like both and can’t decide which I prefer.

what’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done in the name of outlining/worldbuilding (timelines, research, maps, spreadsheets, etc.)? - 500 POINTS

I used to have this entire world built for two friends and I to roleplay in. We got SUPER serious about it too with self created species and self created powers. We had entire folders full of notes, maps of the city and town it was set in(we never got out of the city or town it was set in), timelines and what sorts of species had existed in this world. One of the characters had a power related to time. So to make sure our ideas for it we accurate we started studying real life physics so we could create our own physics for the universe.

share the last paragraph you wrote you’re most proud of. - 650 POINTS

This isn’t related to the RP but from a horror story I’m working on

The priest ushers the girl into the church out of the rain, promising to call the police. He takes one final look outside in hopes it will answer his questions. Another strike of lightning illuminates the woods where he sees it. The silhouette of a beast with the body of a man and the head of a bear watching the two of them. A shotgun held in brown fur covered hands, an ominous feeling of impending disaster fills the priests heart. He crosses himself as he says a quick prayer for safety before closing the door to lock the beast away.

describe your current muse’s physical appearance using only one, over the top sentence. - 400 POINTS

Local mermaid too adorable for words but with smile sharp enough to put sharks to shame.

if you had to write a novel about one of the characters in or outside of shiver, which character would you choose and why? - 600 POINTS

I think I would chosen to write a novel based on the Maiden. She reminds me a bit of Cassandra from mythology and I think it’d be really fun to write a novel based on her growing up beyond her past. I just really love writing stories about characters growing up past what has hurt them or held them back. I’d also LOVE to write her using her magick to help people along with her bettering and exploring her magic. Although this might also just be a hint to who a secondary character of mine might be down the line.