#cassanda

[halevren]

shot in the dark but what if Bakarath is the love child between Cassandra & Ankarna. that's why Kalina is his champion— Cassandra send her to protect him and kinda lead him. Kalina isn't evil, just doin' what Cassandra asks.

[regret-the-old-username]

as much as I want to be Rapunzel, I know I’m Cassanda.

[rizardofether]

Commander Race Chart

I want to do a big project of having at least one of each race + gender combo as Commander. I don't really know how to make it look good, especially with 3 whole M model asura Commanders.. It really stretched it out..

The plan is to bring back Cassandra and make her one of the Commanders as well as make each of the missing combos as well. I do have F model asura and sylvari, but none are fit for the Commander role so I have to make new ones for them.

Decided to also pick up a second M model charr Commander, as Rodnur is already in LWS4 and I'd like to start from the Personal Story on these guys, so I'm planning to play Wren up to LWS4 and then switch to Rodnur to play the rest.

Big project for next year likely. I still need to wait for character slots to go on sale so I can get the slots for these guys. I've wanted to experience the story with all the different voice actors before too, but this time I am actually making it happen, and making all the characters canon Commanders while I'm at it!

[allyricas]

cassandra was cursed with the gift of prophecy that no one would ever believe for refusing to fuck apollo

she was murdered and SHE KNEW THE MURDER WAS COMING BUT BECAUSE OF HER CURSE NO ONE BELIEVED HER. girlie had to just walk right into her murder.

"So, they killed Cassandra first 'cause she feared the worst And tried to tell the town So, they filled my cell with snakes, I regret to say Do you believe me now?"

there's another version where she gets this curse from going to apollo's temple where snakes lick her ears, giving her ability to prophesy.

cassandra prophesied the downfall of troy, tried to warn everyone and no one believed her!!!!!

tell me that's coincidental it can't be

me rn

not cassandra being right after the fucking prophecy this woman's brain

taylor swift wishing for the gift of prophecy then to sing about cassandra who was cursed for no one to believe in her prophecies!!!!!!!

[cassandraclare]

Tickets: https://www.cymerafestival.co.uk/cymera2024-events/2024/6/2/cassandra-clare-ve-schwab

[cosmicpoutine]

do you guys think cass learns k-pop dances in her free time?

[its-mekjt]

Zathuda right now

[local-seraph]

don’t tell me they don’t torture each-other with their clashing musical taste, I won’t believe you

[dysaniadisorder]

SHE/THEY !!!

[halevren]

I can't tell if this is more trackerbees or Kristen/Cassandra coded. very good either way and I think everyone should listen to it at least one (1) time

[melisusthewee]

Happy friday Mel! For Quinn/Cassandra, ❝ are you falling asleep? ❞ (after what you shared the other day about quinn's refractory period lmao)

I really liked all three of these prompts so I decided to combine them all together! Thank you @kiastirling @nirikeehan @contreparry I hope this entertains!

Title: Refractory Pairing: Cassandra/Male Trevelyan Rating: M Word Count: 1070 words For @dadrunkwriting

Nights out in the wilderness were very dark.  The Inquisitor always offered to light a lantern, but Cassandra did not need shadowy outlines of the two of them projected onto the canvas walls of the tent for the rest of the party in their camp to see.  He might have very little shame, but she still had her dignity.

Besides, there was something exciting about fumbling around in the dark.  Having to rely almost entirely on other senses gave their lovemaking an edge to it that Cassandra found thrilling.  To hear the Inquisitor's heavy breathing, to feel only the press of fingers and warm skin beaded with sweat and have to imagine the appearance of Quinn Trevelyan with his flushed cheeks and disheveled hair tangled up with her fingers made the experience all the more satisfying.

Everything was louder in the dark too.  She felt hyper aware of every sound she uttered, and try as she might to muffle Quinn's own sounds, he kept playfully wiggling away from her attempts to smother him.  There was a time when she would have been mortified - too distracted by the idea that their companions surely could hear them to focus entirely on the sensation of the Inquisitor between her thighs - but it was a thought that was easily forgotten when he moaned so prettily in her ear.

The air inside the tent was heavy with their exertions by the time they finished, gasping through their releases before drifting slowly back down to earth.  Cassandra always liked this moment most, when Quinn would still for a while, his weight on top of her heavy but warm, comforting, and protective.  She would hold him there for as long as she could, but he would always shift after a few minutes, pulling away and rolling aside with a soft chuckle that she knew was directed more at himself than anyone else.

The rustling of the bedding could be heard in the darkness and Cassandra was left alone with the air of their little hideaway cooling the heat of her skin as the Inquisitor fumbled around in the dark to make himself comfortable.  But then he returned, his breath warm in her ear as he settled next to her, resting his head against her shoulder.

It was nice like this, lying beneath the stars, knowing he was close and listening to the sounds of the wilderness around them.

"I hate sleeping on the ground," Quinn grumbled when Cassandra brought up the peaceful solitude of the night.  To emphasize his point, he groaned as he stretched and she could hear him turn and settle on his back.

Cassandra turned onto her side, not about to let him roll too far away from her.  "Your back did not seem to trouble you earlier."

She could hear the wide smile in his voice when he replied, "For you, dear lady?  Never…"

There was a dreamy softness in his tone towards the end that made Cassandra's heart feel full.  He was more open with his affection when they were like this, no longer concerned about appearing too vulnerable or too needy when neither of them could see anything but the inky blackness around them.  He did not resist when she drew him close to her and lazily draped an arm around her waist, letting out a soft breath that sounded almost like a sigh as he did so.

Cassandra began to trace his outline in the dark, running her hand gently up his arm before slowly tracing her fingers down his side.  Quinn hummed softly, a pleasing little noise that served to encourage her further.  He lay very still, content to let her touch him gently and explore him as she pleased, drawing gentle little patterns across his skin.  She could feel the soft hair on his forearm and the way it tapered up towards barely noticeable peach fuzz midway up his bicep.  She could feel the firm shape of his shoulder blades, and the way his muscles in his back relaxed and relented to the press of her fingers as she followed them down towards his spin.

Aside from a brief brush of his fingers against her rear, the Inquisitor did not reciprocate any of Cassandra’s touch.  She didn’t particularly mind at first, knowing that he likely needed a moment to come down from the bliss he often coasted on after their coupling.  But when he responded with only the vaguest of grunts when her hand fell to his hips and she gave his exposed cheeks an affectionate little squeeze, Cassandra frowned.

The arm around her waist slipped down below her hips as Cassandra propped herself up, resting on her elbow.  She narrowed her eyes, thinking that if she tried hard enough perhaps she could somehow see what he was up to in the dark.  But everything was shadow upon shadow and she could only hear the sounds of the man breathing beside her.

“Are you falling asleep?” she asked.

“Mmmmmno…”

Quinn’s voice was thick and his words a bit muddled despite the simple and straightforward answer.  She waited for a more certain assurance from him, or an apology, or any sign of life.  But he didn’t so much as move, remaining exactly where he was, his breathing soft and even.  With a sigh of her own, Cassandra settled onto her bedroll, turning away in an effort to hide her disappointment.

The stuffiness of the air inside the tent seemed unpleasant now, more easily noticed now that Cassandra was left only with her pillow, the ground, and her own disappointed thoughts.  So when Quinn rolled towards her, pressing his face to the back of her neck and throwing one of his legs across her own, she was tempted to roll him back the other way.  But as she made to do so, Quinn mumbled something that was sleepy and incoherent but sounded… happy.  It made the warmth bloom in her chest again and she instead shifted only slightly in order to be comfortable.  She found it difficult to be cross with him when he wanted to be so close to her in his sleep.  It was the time when someone was most vulnerable and most themselves, and she would hold this secret affection from him close to her chest.  Resting her hand on the thigh he had hooked around her, she stroked his skin gently, soothing him in his dreams.

[jopzer]

finally finished dai after just about a decade of hacking away at it

[strunmah-mah]

Birds of Prey #7 New Mission New Team, with the confirmed members so far being Babs, Cass, Dinah, Sin.

Which I'm excited for. I've always wanted Sin and Cass to interact. I want them to bond together over the shared trauma of Lady Shiva. Who didn't really do anything to either of them as kids but whose mere existence forced them to grow up as living weapons.

IDK, I think there's some potential there.

[cardiganloser]

i need shadowhunter book moots to talk to so bad the chain of thorns wait has me eating paint off my walls

[madelynpryor]

i see a father and a daughter and be losing my shit

[samotnya]

Deadbeat cheating husbands Don Lothario and Daniel Pleasant. Gay failmarriage. They have two simoleons to their name necause of all the child-support they gotta pay lol.