#* cassandra / 001.

[dom-thatcher]

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. “Uh, not really the reason I’m here but nice to know I can come to you if I ever have any inquiries. Do they do office parties?” 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.

[khakilike]

Batgirl (2024) #1, Tate Brombal and Takeshi Miyazawa

[rosewcterdrunk]

open to: @bruiscdviolets for miss cassandra lockridge location: drawing room, sinclair manor, london, england.

"Why is he even calling upon you this late?" Thayer said, breaking against any subtle excitement that may have infiltrated the drawing room. His role, especially since his imposed return to London, had been to keep an eye on Cassandra. It did not matter if the family who had taken in her in as a ward, even with a rather convincing sum he was still aching over— she had become his responsibility even if she did not believe it his place. His time with her was spent quaint and quiet, reading silently and aloud. Reminiscence was found in books of the sea and lost loves to which only she could understand. But Thayer was now upright, leaning over pastel upholstery like a jagged shadow. "You have not yet been presented, how is it that this young man believes it proper to call upon a woman who has not made her debut? Cassie—" That's certainly given her reason to not listen to him now. "—Cassandra. Do not tell me you have been abusing the morning rides I fought for you to be granted to be gallivanting with men of ill repute."

[pumpkinhcad]

@thcbcys (Cassandra) || Plotted Starter.

Where was he going? Who knows! But Pump was having a great time all by himself, humming a merry tune as he crossed the street (not before looking first) and headed downtown. It was a nice, sunny afternoon and he was looking forward to spend it... however he had planned to spend it.

That was the idea, at least. But the course of his journey changed when he passed by a dark, shady-looking alleyway, and caught a glance of something that caught his interest.

(Wait.) He stopped on his tracks, the humming ceasing at the same time. Taking a couple steps back, he stood behind the corner and took a peek in.

A red-haired lady stood in the very back, reading some kind of large book. Nothing strange from a first glance, obviously, but it was not the lady what stood out to him. Watching carefully, the golden pentagram on the cover of the large tome shone, causing Pump's eyes to gleam with wonder and very, VERY vivid ideas.

In a blink, he had rushed to the dead end of the alleyway, and stood right in front of the woman with curiosity all over his face.

❝ Is that a spell book? ❞ Before she had the chance to respond, he gasped loudly. ❝ Can I read it?! ❞

[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?”

[oferwood]

starter for; '@bruiscdviolets location: sinclair house

The conversation, or rather, warnings had sent William in a tailspin. He knew that working in London would be a miserable affair, but nothing prepared him for the possibility that Cassandra was here, or that was the ward of the man that employed him. Once again, they were so close but divided even more than their status within the world and he had to watch from the sidelines as she was paraded with every other marriageable-aged woman for the men of the ton to pick apart. No, the more William thought of her inevitable misery, the more his heart tightened within his chest. If the Queen would favour Cassandra above the rest, and why wouldn’t she, there was no doubt that she would be married off before the seasons end and Thayer would have achieved both of ruin. 

As he paced across the stables, trying to clear his mind, William paused when he noticed the sky. The sky was the colour of a wild harebell, the stillness of the day remaining as London’s elite were still sleeping soundly in their bed. Given the chaos that would soon come upon them, William could not wait. Finishing getting dressed, he fussed a little longer on his appearance before picking up a handkerchief from one of the evening’s guests and took a breath. The Sinclair’s footman was young and sleepy, so when William said Miss Lockridge had dropped a bracelet and offered a bribe that he couldn’t really afford, William was shown to her bedroom door. William's breathing quickened as his hand rested on her door. A moment of reprieve before Cassandra was back in his life.

William curled his hand into a fist, feeling the sweat on his palms as the seconds dragged by before he knocked on her door. While he waited for her to answer, William used the empty balled up handkerchief to try and recover himself, but it was to no avail. When the doorknob turned, William held his breath. “I had to see you,” he said breathlessly when he laid eyes upon his love. “fy nghariad, fy nghalon.” William said in his first language as he reached for Cassandra’s hand. His voice was barely a whisper, given the hour the household could wake up any moment, but William just had to see her.

[bruiscdviolets]

open to: @secretgcrdens for lord callum sinclair

location: carriage, on the way to the debutante ceremony

Placing a hand upon the bodice of the ivory dress, Cassandra counted every inhale and exhale in an attempt to calm her nerves. She tried to keep every breath even and slow to prevent her from feeling faint. The threat of her presentation had loomed, but she hadn't expected it to arrive so quickly. Cassandra had no way out of this ceremony, but by the end of the season she would have no proposals and no offers of marriage, that she was sure of. Her eyes drifted to the man sitting across the way from her, "thank you," she murmured softly, "for presenting me." Cassandra didn't have many options for an escort and was thankful for Callum. The Sinclairs were graciously hosting her stay at the ton and despite her desire to remain independent of them, she had befriended Callum in an attempt to make her time there more bearable. Neither of them wanted to be here and they found solace in that with each other. "Do I look like a pastry?" She joked, trying to make light of the situation that had been forced upon her, "I feel like one, with all the cream atop it." The silk of her glove touched the glittering tiara that was place upon her head earlier in the day. It had been her mother's at her presentation, a gift from her father that was slipped into her trunks before she left the safety of her seaside home.

[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?”

[emberapatow]

with: @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?"

[dvnastics]

w / @stcrnborn ( cassandra baratheon ) DAY TWO : morning .

❛ it is nice for us all to be together again. ❜ 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. ❛ are you looking forward to the archery contest ? i expect a win from either yourself or selyse – the pride of our house depends on it. ❜ she teased with a playful curl of her lips.

[werewolfroman]

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.  “Thanks doll,” 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.  “Maybe add some Pat Benatar in your next step, always like her,” he commented, casually adding in his suggestion.  “Anyway tumbles, how you doin’??”  His dark eyes gazed down at her figure before returning his sights to her face.

[khakilike]

Birds of Prey #1, Kelly Thompson and Leonardo Romero

[colemonroe]

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, “Pour me somethin’ tall and strong, Cass,” 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, “Maybe not quite that strong, though.”

[rulingladymun]

starter for @bruiscdviolets location: the balcony, buckingham palace

Seonghwa had been observing the young lady for some time. There was something about her—something that piqued her curiosity.

For a mere debutante, she carried herself with an air that seemed… off. Not in any obvious way, but just enough to unsettle the edges of Seonghwa’s intuition. Perhaps it was nothing more than a flight of fancy. Perhaps it was a gut feeling. Either way, once she discovered the lady had slipped onto the balcony alone, Seonghwa made up her mind—she had to corner her.

Stepping into the moonlit terrace, she leaned casually against the railing, allowing a slow, knowing smile to curve her lips—one she hoped was both charming and disarming.

"Good evening to you," she murmured, her tone light, almost playful. Then, with deliberate ease, she tilted her head and let her smile deepen.

"Would it be terribly presumptuous of me to say that I know your secret, Miss Lockridge?"

[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

[mikael-winters]

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 didn’t 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 didn’t work out and now back in Greywood it seemed as if he was getting some clarity on the relationship, even if he still wasn’t ready to open up about it.

“What the hell is this?”  He questioned as he went through Cassandra’s closet.  Thankfully, one of his closest friends from high school didn’t shun him, but appeared to be embracing his return.  “Are you sure you don’t um,” 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.  “Never mind, but seriously do you own a dress?  Or even heels…well probably best no heels unless you got over that whole tripping thing.”  Finally letting out an exasperated sigh, he went to crash on the bed next to her.  “So, is anything new going on?  Any hotties?  More importantly any new gays?”