#Cassandra znation

[springzbee]

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I’ve never though about this and my hearts breaking, they don’t show him having to kill another human so after his dad Cassandra was probably the closest thing to a human that he had killed sense and the knife like gun my heart

[moth-related-inquiries]

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SUICIDE SQUAD: KILL THE JUSTICE LEAGUE

Please only ask for:

Captain Boomerang

Harley Quinn

Evil Flash

Wonder Woman

Please only ask for (platonically):

King Shark

Deadshot

Little Ivy

ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ

RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO:

Please mainly only ask for:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Micah Bell

Kieran Duffy

Sean Macguire

Javier Escualla

Sadie Adler

Mary Beth

Please do NOT ask for:

Uncle 😪

Mary Linton (I don't wanna hear it, yall)

Leopold Strauss

Pearson

Colm O'Driscoll or any of the O'Driscolls

The Pinkertons.

Braithwaites or Grays (with the exception of Beau and Penelope)

Angelo Bronte 🤢🤢🤢🤢

ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ

ZNATION:

Please ask for:

10k

Addison Carver

Alvin Murphy

Cassandra

Mack Thompson

Javier Vasquez

Please only ask for these characters platonically:

Steven 'Doc' Beck

Lt. Roberta Warren

Citizen Z

Charles Garnett

Lucy Murphy

Nature Boy

Lilly 'Sarge' Madison

[siickerthings]

I'm not a zombie.

[valkilmr]

[utencils]

like or rb

[alvinmurphyisqueer]

Murphy: In light of your recent accomplishments, I will allow you to hug me for 4-5 seconds

Cassandra: 45 seconds?!?

Murphy: No, wait— Cass, WAIT!!

[thepineapplejuicer]

Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter

Part 5!

(None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren)

(gif not mine)

I watch as Doc and Cassandra begin to shake the trailer, moaning sexually and trying not to laugh. I hold my fist to my mouth and cough out the laughs quietly as I sit on the counter behind the door. Doc looks at me as mouths quietly, " You wanna help?!"

I shake my head and laugh softly.

"You guys are doing great, real convincing."

We all hear music approaching and I signal for them to wrap it up. Doc nods and in a surprised voice, he fakes as they hide behind the frame in front of the bed, "Wait! No! No! Not the knife!"  

I smile and jump off the counter as I hear the door click open. Two men enter the cramped trailer and look ahead of me, puzzled. I grin and roll my eyes, tapping one of them lightly on the shoulder. He turns on instinct and within seconds my fist collides into his nose, the bone shifting to the side. The second man moves his gun to aim, only to have the barrel of it caught in my palm. I yank it roughly away from him and use the but of it to smash into his face. I chuckle slightly as they fall down in pain, the first one still conscious. I grip the riffle like a bat and swing it up, hitting him square in the jaw.

Doc and Cassandra peek over and come out from cover, "Damn girl!" Doc laughs, "You pack a punch!" I shrug and throw the rifle to the ground. Suddenly I am rammed into the wall by a heavy man, "You're not taking my sunshine away again!" he says enraged, choking me. The moment Cassandra throws herself at him is when I realize that it must be Tobias Campbell. Doc and I watch as she stuns him with his own Taser.  Before I can ask if she is alright we hear a commotion coming from outside of the trailer, prompting us to run out the door. We watch as Charlie rams through the gate, stopping as the Zs enter the camp. Quickly, we jump into the truck with the others, speeding away as everyone in Tobias's camp is overrun by the undead.

I glanced around and smile at 10k in the trunk, "It looks like I missed one hell of an entrance."

He grinned and looked at Cassandra, the way he did...

I don't know why my stomach turned.

"Are you alright?" he asks her.

'Yeah I am, thanks for asking.' I answer in my mind.

I shift my sight somewhere else, unsure why I even had that much attitude in my mind or why I even cared if he was worried about me. A bitter whisper hushes me and tells me not to care about her answer. Doc squeezes my arm, "Those muscles of yours are the real heroes." he jokes. I fake a laugh and fold my arms, trying to push back my attitude.

I glance at 10k briefly only to see his eyes on Doc and Cassandra making my heart sink a little.

What the hell?

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The camp we set up next to the side of the road is sketchy, not a working lamppost for miles, the darkness of the forest giving off eerie sounds. Cassandra and I are assigned guard duty, but she is out of it more than usual as the others sleep. I wait a couple of minutes, wondering what I should say, I don't know all the details of what she went through, but enough to make me uncomfortable. Finally, after a frog jumped into the road, scaring her out of her skin and turning it into roadkill I knew I had to say something.

Cassandra stares at the frog, the regret of killing it quickly eating her alive- uh probably bad turn of phrase. I sigh, offering a dry chuckle, "It was probably a zombie frog."

She smiles half-heartedly but doesn't say anything.

"I once bit off a guy's lip, I might have eaten a chunk, I can't remember since that fight is a blur. Well, they kind of all are." I start but trail off as I realize she was staring at me. "Not that I know what you went through, sorry, I was just trying to-." I pause, "I haven't exactly mastered the whole comforting thing."

It's silent.

Awkwardly silent.

Painfully silent.

At this point, I don't care if gunshots or a bomb breaks the silence.

"It shows," she whispers with a small smile.

Again with the silence.

"Uh," I sigh and turn to her, "Look I'm not good at talking, but if you ever need someone to listen. I understand what you're going through. Maybe not the whole eating flesh thing, but I know what it is like to run away from something you don't want to be."

I feel her staring at me as I look at my hands. "Did you want to be a boxer?"

I think for a moment after she asks that simple question.

To be honest I was never asked that by someone else. I didn't even know how to answer.

'Why don't you make yourself useful!'

His voice again, gone, but still staining every cell in my body. The feeling of getting beat to the ground by strangers, the smell of dirty blood money, the sound of bottles clanking like the bells before a fight. His large hand on my shoulder, grinning in approval- the only thing I earned from my near-death experiences.

The horrible fact that as early as the age of eleven I hated my father.

Finally, I look at her, "My father wanted me to."

She doesn't answer.

"But you know what?" she looks up again as I speak, "Now, you and I, can be anything we damn well please."

Honestly, I don't know if that helped, but I got a meaningful smile out of her so that was good enough for me. But to be sure I nudge her, "so do you count yourself as a vegetarian or vegan?"

She laughs to herself, trying not to wake the others as she playfully slaps my arm. The sound of her snickering is actually comforting. Although, now I'm the one who is struggling to smile.

God, I'm getting too close.

@anonmously-anonomous

[alchemypanda]

Z Nation 10k & Cassandra - Dynasty Song: /watch?v=E3v6vCiHKko (lumaudios) Fandom: Z-Nation (10k & Cassandra) Colouring: December by kindon18 Find my other videos here or here.

[bighairmonkey]

Nicholas Cage tries to fill the gap left by Z nation

[g-g2505]

Addy & Cassandra from Z-Nation! Drew this last year and forgot to post! 

[10k-au-blog]

                    WE   ALL  GO   THAT   WAY   IN   THE   END   I   GUESS  

[claracivry]

10K gets hurt fighting off a bad guy (maybe gets sliced by a knife on his chest or stomach, nothing too horrible) and Cassandra helps him clean it, etc. Maybe some shippy undertones and lots of shirtless 10K

There you go, anon! Could you let me know if you liked it? Feedback is what fic writer’s dreams are made of, lol. Also, to anyone else out there, requests are very welcomeeee! Anything 10k related to h/c, whump, sick, angst and fluffiness (here are the ones done so far). Cassandra/10k looking after an injury under the cut!

“Cassandra, can you deal with 10k? I’m busy with Mack here.” Doc said, and handed her a rag, a bottle of water and some rags. “It’s just cleaning the wound and dressing it, and I’m sure he won’t give you much trouble. He’s not a complainer, that boy.”

“Sure.” She said, unable to refuse the kind old man. 

Truth was, she would have preferred to look after someone else. Not because she didn’t like 10k but… It was difficult. She was trying not to get involved, trying real hard. Getting involved would only lead to feelings, to problems, to disappointment, and death and grief. It was better not to get attached. Avoid issues. 

So she tried to ignore the kid’s shy looks in her direction, or how he sniped all the Zs coming her way, how he offered to share his food with her often… She wasn’t being very successful, though. It was becoming harder to ignore those puppy eyes. She needed to focus on the fact that he was too young, a baby. That would help avoid feelings, right? 

She was a woman. He was a boy. She was a woman cleaning the wound of a team mate, nothing else. 

Only it wasn’t going to be so easy.

She’d been hoping the wound to be on an arm, or a leg or something like that, but no. It was a long gash that crossed his diagonally from the left shoulder to the right part of his stomach. Which meant he was shirtless, and she could see all his chest and his belly button and those little bones that finish right up in the… Well, if she hadn’t thought of him as a man before, she was certainly thinking it now. Focus, Cassandra. The boy is hurt.

10k looked at her with a quizzing expression.

“I’m here to clean the wound and dress it. Doc’s orders.”

10k shook his head. 

“Don’t worry. I can do it myself.”

He didn’t want her to see him like this. So vulnerable, so naked, so human. He was the cool assassin of thousands of Zs, he was a legend. Not a hurt boy who winced and got teary eyed when he was in pain. Not at all. 

“Nonsense. I can do it so much better than you.”

He sighed and just nodded. He didn’t have the strength to fight her, he was too tired after their last fight, and having his chest slashed in half didn’t help. 

Cassandra got close (they were so close, they were too close) and started wiping the excess blood and dirt from the wound, being thorough, but trying not to hurt him more than necessary. The wound was deeper than it looked, so she had to be extra careful.

His skin was soft, perhaps a bit too hot. He wasn’t exactly muscular, he was too skinny for that, but he was clearly fit. The shadow of muscle of that endless marble skin, taunting her. His chest went up and down as he breathed, deeply, slowly. She could almost hear his heart beating under there, smelled his sweat and blood. And she liked it. But there was a job to do, and that she did. 

10k was doing his best to remain strong, not to let her see he was hurting. Think of something else, think of something else. Despite his best efforts, and although he managed to silence all manner of whimper and pitiful sounds, a couple tears fell when he scrunched his eyes shut. Way to look unmanly.

“Don’t worry, you’re being really brave” Cassandra’s voice said. “And I won’t tell anyone.

10k smiled. She really did mean it, she’d been with people before who had freaked out with much smaller injuries, and this boy had hardly made a sound. He really was brave, apart from deadly, and nice, and loyal, and she couldn’t deny anymore, good looking. The fact that he’d cried a bit only made him more adorable, more human. 

She gently wiped the tears off his face and smiled. Possibly the gentlest expression in her face since the whole damn apocalypse started. 10k smiled back, his face lighting up and abandoning all traces of pain. It was a sweet moment of bonding in the midst of hell, and Cassandra was suddenly glad that Doc had asked to do this.

Then, before starting with the dressing she took one last look at 10k bare chest, taking it all in. There were so few pleasures in apocalypse, one had to enjoy what life presented you with to the fullest. And then, she started thinking of other scenarios in which they’d need him to be shirtless. 

Perhaps the apocalypse wasn’t so bad after all. 

[5kslingshot-blog]

Cassandra & Dr. Merch My art!

[anotheranonymity]

yknow i just realized

everytime the operation bitemark says “if anybody asks....we were nowhere near ________”

they’re probably remembering Charles Garnette, because he started that tradition. so maybe everyone pauses for a moment, thinking- reminiscing about him and everyone else they lost. its.... like they’re keeping a part of him alive that way.

and Warren maybe will pause and take a small breath remembering so long ago when things weren’t batshit crazy. maybe Doc will explain it to Sarge or Red, or anyone else who will listen. Murphy doesn’t dare snark about it because even he, for once, realizes it’s off limits. 10k has a look of sadness, but only for a fleeting moment. Addy smiles softly and bittersweetly flashes back to a simpler time.

[c-aleido]

　　　10k ( Nat Zang ) in every episode of Z Nation — 　　　　　　　　　1x02 : Fracking Zombies [ pt 1/3 ]