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The sound of the familiar voice made his head snap to the person it belonged to. He didn't hate Cassandra, it wasn't her fault her mom and his dad decided to hook up. It was more the fact that his father's recent marriage had done wonders for their relationship, as rocky as it was. When Dom and Cassandra had agreed it was a good idea to tell the unsuspecting parent of the others misdeeds he had hoped his dad would try to work it out with Ruth. Instead he took the same douchebag route he always did and now they were almost divorced. Leaving him to get blamed by his dad which Dom turned back toward Cass for convincing him it was a good idea to begin with, unfairly. "Don't know. Not my area, I just play the music," he answered dryly and standing up straight. Dom looked her over then scoffed, shaking his head at her polite question and sweet demeanor. "I'm a DJ at a strip club, how do you think it went?" There was an underlying malice in his tone but the frown that went with it dropped from his features. "You don't have to be nice or talk to me just because our parents are fucking, Cass." He pointed out and took another drag from his cigarette. "Feel free to ignore me like the rest of your crowd does."
Cassandra didn't usually spend much of her time on the Westside but she had to admit, the diner had killer fries and she was an absolute sucker for them..And their burgers..And their milkshakes. The East side had nice food but today she wanted something classic, and you could never go wrong with a burger, fries, and a shake. Glancing down at her watch, she fiddled with one of the widgets in attempt to put in the correct time. She stopped in her tracks completely when she saw Dom.  Uggh, why did he have to be here? Cassie felt awful about the way things went down with their families and seeing him only deepened her guilt. She wondered how he was doing but hadn't worked up the nerve to ask. âUh, not really the reason Iâm here but nice to know I can come to you if I ever have any inquiries. Do they do office parties?â She cringed at her attempt to lighten to mood. Her brain was currently whizzing through a bunch of conversation starters she could throw out but a timid "Um..How's your day going so far?" Was the best she could do. Her lips drew out into a weak smile.
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Birds of Prey #1, Kelly Thompson and Leonardo Romero
#Birds of Prey#Kelly Thompson#Leonardo Romero#Batgirl#Cassandra Cain#Big Barda#Comic books#Birds of Prey 2023 001
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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 wifeâthe only ex-wife left in new yorkâwalk 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 doppelgĂ€nger, albeit with darker hair. like when terry first arrived, the idea of that doppelgĂ€nger 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 thaliaâs 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. âginger!â saul called out the nickname he used to call herâif it was truly cassie, sheâd respond to itâand 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. âthough i see youâre not so ginger anymore.â 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. âwhatâre you doing here?â 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? âi mean, not that iâm not happy to see you⊠but whereâs vaughn? and your kids?â
#* starter / closed.#* narrative / thread.#* narrative / cassandra.#* cassandra / 001.#here you go hanna!!! đ lmk if i need to change anything!#stroke mention tw#also the alternate universe version of this where it's truly just a woman that looks like her and she's like ? i don't know you sir
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x. status -> closed for @cassiewestwood x. location -> pie numbers
Antonioâs mostly here out of nostalgia. He canât believe itâs still standing â the smell is exactly the same, though he supposes thatâs no surprise, considering the smell is just pizza. The arcade games are just as loud as theyâd been back in the day, the screeching of children just as prominent, and heâd lean more into the nostalgia of the visit if he hadnât been struck by the sight of something far, far more enticing.
Sheâs at the counter, looking up at the menu, waiting her turn. Sheâd been younger, then. Married. Antonio remembers that night on tour well â 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 â and still are â 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 wasnât some pathetic loser pining over his best friend. Or the man who used to be his best friend, anyway. Heâd certainly been happy to bestow that honor onto Harrison, eventually.Â
He doesnât 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. Sheâd commanded the attention of the room, even if she hadnât realized it at the time. And Antonio had been all too happy to give her that attention â would have happily taken her home, too, if she hadnât 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 heâd 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 heâd had to promptly put out when sheâd rejected him in the kindest way possible. Give me your number, sheâd told him after all was said and done. And Iâll call you if anything changes.
The call never came. He supposes not much had changed, then. Still, he canât 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. âYou never called,â he tells her, the success of this line fully dependent on whether or not she remembers him. Still, heâs an optimist nowadays. When heâs drunk, anyway. He raises an eyebrow when she meets his gaze, his grin turning a little more smug. âCassie,â he recalls, the memory of her name rolling easily off his tongue. âI guess your husband was lucky enough to keep you around all these years, hm?â
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with:Â @cassxbrookes where: at the stables
There had to be some kind of zombie media from before the outbreak that had people riding around in horses. Ember could never remember what it was from, she wasn't a big zombie fan even before they became real, but the horse thing was always something she thought was really cool. And then the apocalypse happened and one glaring problem arose in her perfect plan in finding horses and making travel easier - there were no damn fucking horses anywhere.
Maybe it was just her not being in the right places, but neither she nor anyone she's ever traveled with could manage to find a horse, so at some point she's decided that was just media fake. Kind of how people in movies and TV shows never lived in the kind of places a normal person could afford and such.
Except apparently it wasn't the case for Redwood and once she got the chance, Ember made her way over to the stable. She's never ridden a horse in her entire life, it was time to change it.
There was a woman outside of the stables with a horse and Ember gave her a small wave as she approached her. "Hello! I'm Ember Apatow, one of the new arrivals in town. Do you work here? Can you maybe help me by any chance?"
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w / @stcrnborn ( cassandra baratheon ) DAY TWO : morning .
â it is nice for us all to be together again. â how long had it been ? at least twelve years, perhaps even longer in actuality ; and though she had seen her youngest cousin within the intervening years, it brought argella an entire new level of satisfaction to be amongst her true kin once again. arm linked through the youngers as they walked, she gave an affectionate squeeze of her hand. â are you looking forward to the archery contest ? i expect a win from either yourself or selyse â the pride of our house depends on it. â she teased with a playful curl of her lips.
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WHO: @cassandraxbrookes LOCATION: The Den
Payday! It meant Roman could frequent The Den without a second thought given his financial situation. The man settled in his usual seat at the counter, ordering one of the cheaper bourbons that often burned his throat and left a wretched taste in his mouth, but hey it was what he could afford. âThanks doll,â he said to the bartender as he reached for the glass and quickly downed it before ordering another one.
Music was playing in the background and he heard a familiar voice carrying through the air. A smile formed as he turned to watch her set, before she got off the stage. âMaybe add some Pat Benatar in your next step, always like her,â he commented, casually adding in his suggestion. âAnyway tumbles, how you doinâ??â His dark eyes gazed down at her figure before returning his sights to her face.
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WHERE: The Outpost WITH: @cassiehendriks
After checking in at the clubhouse, Cole stepped into The Outpost, seemingly under the guise of wanting a drink, but there was more than enough liquor to go around back with the MC. No, tonight was about making his rounds and checking on those who were close to the club, the same way he had been ever since the chaos at the gala unfolded. Taking a seat on a vacant barstool, he dug out his pack of Marlboros and tossed them on the bartop. As he spotted Cass, he nodded in greeting, and offered up a small smile, âPour me somethinâ tall and strong, Cass,â Cole chuckled, setting one of his cigarettes between his lips and lighting it. Just as he did, he glanced over at a guy a couple seats down practically snoring into his beer. Snorting a laugh, he glanced back at Cass and shook his head, âMaybe not quite that strong, though.â
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LOCATION: Babbling Brookes Ranch WHO: @cassandraxbrookes
With returning to Greywood, Mikael was trying to acclimate and rebuild some friendships and work on his relations with his family. Nearly three years ago, Mikael went silent on everyone including blocking numbers and not responding to things. Not because he didnât want to or love them, but because Hector insisted all of them were a problem trying to ruin their relationship and with years before that of the mental and emotional abuse, he believed Hector. All he wanted was to be married to the man and have a family, but it didnât work out and now back in Greywood it seemed as if he was getting some clarity on the relationship, even if he still wasnât ready to open up about it.
âWhat the hell is this?â He questioned as he went through Cassandraâs closet. Thankfully, one of his closest friends from high school didnât shun him, but appeared to be embracing his return. âAre you sure you donât um,â there was no way of putting it politely, but he barely could find anything feminine in her closet and it was his experience that might indicate something else. âNever mind, but seriously do you own a dress? Or even heelsâŠwell probably best no heels unless you got over that whole tripping thing.â Finally letting out an exasperated sigh, he went to crash on the bed next to her. âSo, is anything new going on? Any hotties? More importantly any new gays?â
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MY EPISODE DROPPED WHILE I WAS AT COMIC CON
Written by Rounderhouse
Narated,Directed and produced by : Nobody
And of course my Debut into the SCP Universe Dr. Haswell played by myself.
#scp#scp foundation#SCP 001#SCP PODCAST#Dr.haswell#lord blackwood#cassandra haswell#non binary actor#LGBTQIA#q#my stuff#Youtube#CassandraHaswell
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Theo doesnât meet Cassandraâs gaze as she shrugs her shoulders delicately, the question of becoming a stepmom at her age one that seeps straight into the desires sheâd buried along with Sam. âI thought Iâd be a mom by now,â she confesses, and her tone is a little too sad, a little too honest for her liking. So she fixes her gaze back onto Cassieâs, and smiles as widely as sheâs able to. âThough, for the record, you were an exceptional stepmother at a much younger age than I was,â she points out. âAnd, just â a better person, in general,â she reaches out to squeeze Cassieâs wrist affectionately. âI think I could do worse than to have your temperament, when it comes to kids.â
She loosens her grip on Cassie and takes back her hand, smile still practiced and steady on her face. âI donât think thereâs anything we couldnât do, if we were married,â she tells her seriously. âBut I think Iâd feel terrible for cheating you out of the kind of romantic love you deserve, eventually,â she admits quietly. The kind of romantic love sheâs 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. Theoâs 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 â that she doesnât have to base her value on men who wouldnât know a good thing if it was standing over the earth, claiming to be god.Â
Cassie says Mortal Something, and Theo canât 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. âMusic to my ears, all of this,â she tells Cassie. âThough I do, as a caveat, want to point out that I could also have him tortured for a while,â she winks in jest. âNevertheless, I do enjoy torturing men like Vaughn in the best way I know how to â by taking their money, their homes, and their dignity,â she hums casually as she says the word, so used to doing such a thing itâs almost instinctual to her. âWhatever 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?â She waggles her eyebrows. âI can find a way to get you that, too.â She scratches at Autumnâs long chin affectionately. âWe can sit down later, go through everything in detail,â she promises. âBut you would have to come by the office, which,â she shrugs. âI donât know how keen youâll be to see Saul that often, but I could look into having blinds installed,â she says thoughtfully. Probably a good idea in general, she thinks. Sheâd like to be able to block the rest of the firm out when sheâs trying to concentrate.
At the question of her mother, Theodora freezes for about half a second before forcing her shoulders to relax. âSheâs called me â or, well,â she makes a face, thinking about her motherâs manager making most of the calls to her. âPeteâs called me, on her behalf, no less than a dozen times since I moved here,â she says. âShe doesnât like the fact that I spent my money building this center. She doesnât like the fact that Iâd âbetray my family nameâ by going to work for a Weissberg, and she doesnât like â well, me,â she glances at Cassie, shoots her a small, rueful smile. âWhich is something Iâve known most of my life, but sheâs never made it more obvious than now, when she has a fantastic excuse to let me know point blank.â 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. âSheâs angry that my grandfather endorsed my move so publicly,â she admits quietly. âShe hasnât â said as much, obviously,â she adds. Rosamund would never admit to being envious of her fatherâs affections for her own daughter â not if it killed her, not if it saved her life. âBut I canât help keep looking over my shoulder, wondering if sheâs going to show up and do something to take this away from me, too, you know?â
"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?"
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cassandra ( @infcinity ) sent: âkarmaâs a relaxing thought.â
it was, if lydia believed in it. if karma did exist it was slow and almost never reached beacon hills. âis there any particular person you are hoping karma will boomerang back to?"
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What Spartans Remain?
Because I went down the Halopedia rabbit hole and I'm an obsessive nut, I've put together a list of all the Spartan-IIs, just to figure out who's alive, who's dead, who's missing, and the numbers which are unaccounted for
Alright so, there were at least 150 candidates considered for Spartan-IIs, half were conscripted, and of that 75, we have at least 50 named (or at least numbered) individuals
Alive (when last we saw them):
Jai-006
Naomi-010
Leon-011
Serin-019 (washout)
Robert-025
Douglas-042
Linda-058
Maria-062 (semi-retired)
Cassandra-075 (washout)
Fhajad-084 (washout)
Kelly-087
Jerome-092
Musa-096 (washout)
August-099
Fred-104
Adriana-111
John-117 (duh)
Michael-120
Alice-130
Definitely Dead:
Li-008 (2552)
Daisy-023 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)
Joshua-029 (2552)
Otto-031 (2557)
Samuel-034 (2525)
Randall-037 (2556)
William-043 (2552)
Anton-044 (2552)
Kurt-051 (2552)
Jorge-052 (2552)
Margaret-053 (2557)
Malcolm-059 (2552)
Sheila-065 (2544)
Solomon-069 (2544)
Spartan-073 (2525)
Arthur-079 (2544)
Grace-093 (2552)
Victor-101 (2557)
Ralph-103 (unknown date during war, 2526-2552)
Oscar-129 (2525)
Cal-141 (2544)
Roma-143 (2557)
Unidentified Trainee (2525)
Unidentified Spartan (2531)
Maybe Dead:
James-005 (2552)
Vinh-030 (2552)
Isaac-039 (2552)
Beta-Romeo Actual (2552)
Red Fifteen (2552)
Red Four (2552)
Red Nineteen (2552)
Status unknown:
Kirk-018 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)
Keiichi-047 (alive as of 2531)
Soren-066 (alive as of 2527)
Rene-081 (washout, possibly rehabilitated)
Joseph-122 (alive as of 2525)
Carris-137 (alive as of 2520)
Spartans-116, 118, 119, 121, 123, and 124 (possibly the unidentified trainee and Spartan, as well ass Beta-Romeo Actual, Red-Fifteen, Red Four, and Red Nineteen)
Missing numbers:
Spartans number 001, 002, 003, 004, 007, 009, 012, 013, 014, 015, 016, 017, 020, 021, 022, 024, 026, 027, 032, 033, 035, 036, 038, 040, 041, 045, 046, 048, 049, 050, 054, 055, 056, 057, 060, 061, 063, 064, 067, 068, 070, 071, 072, 074, 076, 077, 078, 080, 082, 083, 085, 086, 088, 089, 090, 091, 094, 097, 098 (according to the silver timeline, Spartan-098 is named "Nora"), 100, 102, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 112, 113, 114, 115, 126, 127, 128, 131, 132, 133, 135, 136, 138, 139, 140, 142, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150 (I'm sure I messed up somewhere)
obviously given that not all 150 candidates were recruited, some (about 70) of these numbers did not actually become Spartans, trainees or otherwise, such as Caleb-095, the father of Olympia Vale
Additionally, Spartans-028 (Riz), 125 (Kai), and 134 (Vanak) do exist per 343's internal documentation, but as of yet have not appeared in the Prime timeline
therefore there are about 19 confirmed living Spartans, 24 confirmed dead, 7 possible dead, and 12 unknowns, for a total of 62 (or 65 counting the silvers), so there are at least 10-13 other Spartans we have not met, be they active, retired, washout, dead, or missing
#wooloo-writes#wooloo writes#halo#halopedia#spartan ii#halo spartan#naomi 010#jai 006#leon 011#serin 019#robert 025#douglas 042#linda 058#maria 062#cassandra 075#fhajad 084#kelly 087#jerome 092#musa 096#august 099#fred 104#adriana 111#john 117#michael 120#alice 130#i only tagged the living ones because c'mon#i can't tag them all#there's over 50#halo eu#halo expanded universe
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LAKE SONG.
INFORMAĂĂES E CONEXĂES
Lake Ă© o herdeiro da Blossom Vineyard, e vem de uma famĂlia que estĂĄ em Apple Cove hĂĄ dĂ©cadas, seus pais, infelizmente, jĂĄ falecidos. Cindy e David, eram "cientistas malucos" do vinho e criaram receitas secretas, portanto, os vinhos dos Song sĂŁo Ășnicos e Lake passa muito tempo nos laboratĂłrios fazendo exatamente o que aprendeu com seus genitores. Seu nome na verdade Ă© Logan, mas ele se recusa a responder por ele, jĂĄ que se rebatizou quando adotou suas novas ideologias, apĂłs seu encontro com o sobrenatural nas minas, quando ainda era um adolescente.
Sempre foi um adolescente descontraĂdo e era facilmente impressionĂĄvel pelas lendas locais, portanto, um dia quando saiu com seus amigos rumo Ă s minas e acabou se perdendo entre a profundidade da mesma e jura ter visto criaturas sobrenaturais antes de apagar. Quando foi encontrado e relatou a experiĂȘncia aos pais, ambos acreditaram nele, mas o restante da cidade nĂŁo achou nada demais, especialmente vindo de um jovem que passava tanto tempo bebendo vinho e fumando maconha com seus amigos na floresta.
De qualquer modo, isso o "transformou" e Logan passou a acreditar em todas as lendas locais: o mago, a bruxa, os junimos. E, por isso, tambĂ©m decidiu mudar toda a sua vida e se tornar alguĂ©m em contato profundo com a natureza. Acredit em todo o misticismo da cidade, faz oferendas aos espĂritos da natureza e tenta ser respeitoso com toda a magia que acredita estar Ă sua volta. Por isso escolheu o nome "Lake" jĂĄ que era ligado Ă algo natural e, desde entĂŁo, tornou-se mais um dos lunĂĄticos da famĂlia Song.
CONEXĂES.
001 (de 28 a 36 anos, qualquer gĂȘnero, 03) â SĂŁo suas amizades mais antigas, desde a Ă©poca da escola e estavam com ele quando ocorreu o incidente das minas. (ABERTA, POR HORA COM CASSANDRA, DOIS ESPAĂOS)
002. (30 a 34 anos, female only, 01) â Muse e Lake eram high school sweethearts, e, na Ă©poca, todos juravam que iriam se casar. A verdade Ă© que nenhum dos dois realmente queria ou pensava em casamento naquela Ă©poca mas sucumbiram Ă pressĂŁo de amigos e familiares e passaram meses tentando convencer a si mesmos e um ao outro de que queriam, de fato, se casar. Isso sĂł tornou tudo mais confuso e o tĂ©rmino foi estranho. Hoje em dia porĂ©m, mais de dez anos depois, dĂŁo risada disso juntos.
003. (qualquer gĂȘnero, 01) â Muse chegou na cidade sem saber muita coisa e, feliz ou infelizmente, quem lhe acolheu foi Lake. Embora seja uma pessoa calorosa e receptiva, Lake tambĂ©m possui uma fama Ă parte, portanto, explicou com muito afinco sobre toda a trama sobrenatural da cidade Ă Muse que, por um tempo, começou a ser visto como alguĂ©m igual a Lake atĂ© realmente deixar sua marca na cidade. (FECHADA, COM DILAN)
004 . (+26, qualquer gĂȘnero, 01) â Muse e Lake sĂŁo as Ășltimas pessoas de sua geração, portanto, possuem uma missĂŁo dada por suas famĂlias: se odiar. Infelizmente para todos os seus ancestrais, o que aconteceu foi o contrĂĄrio, e nĂŁo sĂł sĂŁo amigos prĂłximos, como sĂŁo amigos com benefĂcios. Na verdade, estĂŁo tentando hĂĄ anos descobrir de onde veio a inimizade familiar e, com isso, acabaram descobrindo atĂ© segredos de suas famĂlias que nenhum lado queria contar.
005. (qualquer gĂȘnero, 01) â Muse nĂŁo poderia acreditar menos em todas as lendas locais, portanto, possui uma relação engraçada com Lake onde estĂŁo sempre tentando convencer um ao outro de que coisa tal Ă© real/nĂŁo Ă© real.
006. (qualquer gĂȘnero, 03) â O que une Lake a essas pessoas Ă© o gosto por coisas ilĂcitas. Lake nĂŁo dispensa um cigarrinho com a planta do diabo, e, por isso, estĂŁo sempre dando risada e olhando pro cĂ©u, sĂŁo suas companhias mais recorrentes e seus amigos mais prĂłximos. (FECHADA, COM ROWAN, CORA E NYLAH)
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Scoffing, "if I'm doomed to this life, I may as well take advantage of what is given to me." The looming idea of being queen panicked Cassandra. It was a responsibility that had never been wanted, only thrusted upon her when she was sure she would fail at the title. What life experiences had she had to be a benevolent queen? She would be expected to follow and rule in her husband's shadow and how was he to those in their kingdom. Cassandra worried that she wasn't worthy of the title. Grabbing at the cloak that he offered her, she threw it over her shoulders, the hood shielding her from view, "I think I'll be fine," she narrowed her eyes at his comment. There was a risk they were taking by staying somewhere that wouldn't keep her hidden, but what choice was there? "Do you really think that someone is trying to get me?" There was a hint of worry in her voice, one that she tried to keep quiet.
A smirk tugged at his lips, the brief moment of fire he saw in her was something he could appreciate. Most people didn't have it them to talk back to a knight, especially one of the Kingsguard, and yet this Princess didn't seem to care. "Ah and now you accept your fate as Queen? Here you had me believing you did not desire such a future." His tone had shifted slightly. It was lighter, almost humorous. The girl had some fire to her, and despite her lack of gratitude, he found her intriguing. She was beautiful, yes, but she was also fiery and stubborn. That would serve her well, and it made him curious of the woman who would soon be his Queen. Khol knew his place, but it didn't mean he could not find her interesting. "You'll need to let me get the room. And here," as he spoke, he removed his cloak, giving it to her. There was the dim light ahead, over the ridge, and he nodded toward it. "Cover up. If others discover who you are, surely there will be a bounty placed on our heads, and I do not think either of us will enjoy a chase. Think you can keep up with the sort of charade of living the commoner's life?"
#will trim posts when i get home#casualscx ââââ khol x cassandra 001#cassandra: conversations#ch: cassandra lockridge#casualscx
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playlist masterlist:
if there is a serpent in our garden - inspired by the fall of x, gillen and werneckâs immortal x-men, and a funk-filled apocalypse
in the form, if not the flesh - inspired by claremont and simonsonâs inferno, zeb wellâs hellions, and madelyne pryorâs fall and rise
all we have left is threats - inspired by bendisâs uncanny x-men run and scott summerâs mutant freedom fighter era
though not one easily answered - inspired by mystiqueâs solo run and kieron gillen and lucas werneckâs immortal x-men
sheâs someplace cold - inspired by netflixâs daredevil, the solo elektra run, and liuâs black widow: name of the rose
miles moralesâ swinging playlist - inspired by itsv, every miles morales run, and growing up afrolatino in nyc
died on the job - inspired by future state: gotham and the under the red hood film
nothing can be done to change it - inspired by stoverâs revenge of the sith novelization and the fall of the galactic republic
apathy is death - inspired by kotor i and kotor ii and the tragic nature of revan and the exile
traitor, idiot, count - inspired by cavan scottâs dooku: jedi lost and stoverâs revenge of the sith novelization
iâm the only child youâll ever need. you can kill the others. - inspired by hboâs succession with an anne carson influence
new york is dead - inspired by hbo and bbcâs industry and the general misery of harper stern
đȘ- inspired by netflixâs russian doll
i hope evil takes mastercard - inspired by buffy the vampire slayer and faith lehaneâs hypothetical mixtape
casa de mi tia - songs that play in my central american auntsâ apartments
manic black girls rejoice - songs for the black girls that blast azealia banks and look up to octavia st. laurent and monet de haan
we look damn good - a possible heist story, think oceanâs 8, portrait of a thief, etc.
youâre morbid, youâve taken away my appetite - a possible short story, think anne carsonâs elektra, daughters of the dust, black girls and their mothers, etc. (falls under 001 on the pinterest board)
start a war, just for the feeling - a possible vampire story, think pledge, selah and the spades, an all-black buffy the vampire slayer, etc. (falls under 002 on the pinterest board)
sharpening my oyster knife - a possible story of a prophet, think the myth of cassandra, this is how you lose the time war, etc. (falls under 003 on the pinterest board)
and then there was doom - a possible post-apocalypse world were the radio only plays hip-hop
inspired by @fluoresensitive stunning playlists and tag system
aforementioned pinterest that accompanies the playlists can be found here
#web weaving#spotify#playlists#photo/vid/gif#comics#xmen#marvel#starwars#sw#industry#succession#anne carson#short stories#pls lmk if any of the links are dead#btvs#kotor#russian doll#electra#orestia
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