#cassander inteus

[redwayfarers]

Evil mindfuckery plant hours

[destiis-wayfarers]

A little treat for @redwayfarers for the 2025 Wayfarer Creative Exchange organised by @wayfarer-exchange

A Father-Son Day

Balthazar yawned, stretching out his long body after a satisfying mid-morning nap. First, he extended his front legs out in front of him, digging his claws into the carpet with his haunches in the air and tail arched. Then, he did the same with the back ones, pushing one leg out at a time as far as it could reach, extending himself all the way to the tips of his claws. Then, just for good measure, he gave himself a little shake before setting off to find out what was for lunch.

His father was in the kitchen — just where he was supposed to be at this time of day. Balthazar trotted over to him, saying a little 'hello' on the way to announce his presence. His father glanced down at him, red fur falling over his shoulder as he moved. He was long and thin with elegant, pointed ears and noble colouring. Balthazar thought that he very much resembled a cat on most days despite clearly not being one. He was beautiful, and Balthazar loved him very much.

"Hello, Bal," his father said with happy eyes. He said something else too, but his not-cat tongue was lost on Bathalzar's delicate ears. Not-cats really did make an awful lot of noise, but his father tended to be calm and quiet when it was just the two of them. Balthazar didn't like to admit to having favourites amongst the non-cats in the home, but he did enjoy those times best.

Balthazar rubbed his face against his father's leg, scratching it against the texture of his not-fur. Sometimes, his father would leave the home and be gone for far too long, so Balthazar liked to make sure his father always had a little bit of his scent on him so he could find his way home, just in case. His task complete, Balthazar stretched up onto his back legs, balancing himself with his front paws on his father's leg.

"Lunch?" he asked, gaze flickering between his father's face and whatever delectable things were happening on the counter out of his sight. His father's front legs disappeared over that counter and were doubtless making something very tasty. His father made a soft, repetitive noise that showed his flat teeth. It was an odd noise but a nice one; good things usually followed. Just as he hoped, his father whisked a familiar dish off the counter, bending down to place it on the ground at Balthazar's feet as a toothsome little offering.

For a moment, his father's warm paw touched his head, scratching behind his ears in just the right place, and then was withdrawn again as his father stretched his slender body back up. Balthazar made sure to make many small noises of satisfaction as he ate his lunch, just so his father knew how much he appreciated him.

While Balthazar ate, his father busied himself with cleaning. He used the bottles that hissed and sprayed the surfaces, using a dancing cloth to wipe across them to and fro. Balthazar watched quietly for a while, big eyes fixated on the enticing, bright cloth as it whizzed about the kitchen in his father's hand.

Then there were sounds playing from somewhere, sounds that were repetitive and melodic, sounds that made his father wail and move in odd, flowing movements. Balthazar was used to such sounds and movements, of course. His second father played such sounds frequently, causing quite a racket. Balthazar had grown accustomed to tolerating them, but his tail still flicked subconsciously as he watched his father playing with the cloth.

After a while, the temptation was just too great. Balthazar sprung at the cabinet, trapping the cloth between the surface and his paws and meowing in victory. But his triumph quickly turned to vexation as the cloth was ripped cruelly from his paws before he could sink his jaws into his prey. His father said some things in an alarmed tone before booping Balthazar on the nose in the way he did when he told him 'no', which was far too often in Balthazar's opinion.

Still, his efforts were not in vain because, from on high, another victim was suddenly appearing. A cloth as yellow as sunshine fluttered down from his father's hand and into Balthazar's expertly placed paws, claws sinking in to ensure a good, tight grip. Balthazar spent the next few moments helping his father clean, tossing the cloth up into the air and batting it between his paw and the surfaces in order to swipe and clean away the offending dirt. They really did make a fantastic team. And his father must have agreed because he swept Balthazar up into the air, cradling his small body against his bigger one and nuzzling his dry nose against Balthazar's head. A fitting reward for Balthazar's hard work.

After the cleaning task was complete and the cloths were put away, Balthazar moved onto one of his most important roles in the household; supervising his father while he played with the brightly coloured threads.

Balthazar wasn't sure why he did this, but he was fairly certain it was a kind of entertainment for his father. One that sometimes made him happy and other times made him sad. Regardless, it was very important that Balthazar keep an eye on his playtime and meow loudly now and then or tap at the threads to remind him to take adequate breaks.

Balthazar laid demurely in his father's lap as he clacked away, stick dipping in and out of the threads. His father made a soft sound in his throat that was not quite purring but was just as soothing and gentle to Balthazar's ears. Before long, Balthazar found himself drifting away as his father's warmth seeped into his body and made it feel soft and fuzzy. He fought it for a while, eyes blinking open and closed, watching the dancing threads as his father pushed the stick up and down. But, eventually, it was too much for his small body to endure. The sleepiness washed over him like a sun-warmed blanket, and he had no choice but to admit defeat. After all, it was about time for a mid-afternoon nap, was it not?

[sunshinemage]

All my OCs enjoy a good kiss, platonic or romantic, but Cass would love to be friends with Oya and show them his affection if they let him 👀

they'll let him because he's way too charming for his own good ❤️

[just-eyris-things]

Fish lesbian. Horse bisexual. And Cass. ( @ladamebrunette )

[i-mybrunettelady]

Blorbo gang's now complete! He's not really a new face, but I refrain from yelling about him a lot on main. He has a whole sideblog for that. What I will do is just make a little post that explains his gw2 backstory!

So without further ado, introducing... Well, Cassander!

Cass is Mordrem; he was one of the few saplings that awoke from a Blighting Tree deep in Maguuma who wasn't entirely independent of Mordremoth, but had some form of free will from him. That tree didn't produce many saplings, a mere four of them, and like their mother, they too had more of a control of their own. Some found it to be a tool of resistance more than others.

For the majority of his life, he never strayed from his birthplace, though he wished to many times. His Tree was not a very motherly nor pleasant one; he was deeply unhappy under her thumb (branch) but wasn't sure if there was a place for him out there. But when the Pact launched their campaign against Mordremoth, he saw a chance and turned his back, in spite of his grandfather's forceful call, to his fellow Mordrem and aided the Pact as much as he could.

He was notably present in the aftermath, when he helped Warmaster and scout Aisanne Bjornsdottir look for missing Pact soldiers. Now finally free of both Mordremoth's and his mother's influence, he remains untethered to either the Dream or the Nightmare, as his sylvari cousins on either side cannot unsee his Mordrem-like fangs and slightly clawed nails. The Soundless turn him down as well, uneasy about the presence of an open Mordrem in their midst.

So he wanders Tyria, with no place to call home, a loose Pact agent in everything but name, trying to reforge his identity in a completely new world.

Look at my son <3

[kemsyne]

No one stands between Vestrans and orange-scented things.

(Not confirmed in canon. Not yet 🤔.)

Cassander Inteus @redwayfarers

Aeran and Wayfarer IF @idrellegames

[redwayfarers]

✨️ Cassander but this time he's a Sero/Ioadinnis ✨️

For my birthday gift I commissioned @fawllyn to draw my most special son's modern AU/Blood Moon design! Because I port him just about everywhere and he needs that design versatility 😇

And Fallyn did such a good job!!! His face sparks so much joy!!!! Thank you so much for this, it's amazing and I will stare at it for the next month

[srslyarts]

first treat for the @wayfarer-exchange featuring @ladamebrunette Cass aka local best haired man 😌

[redwayfarers]

I am also putting this here for posterity but Antivan accent Cass!! The little melodic lilt!! I don't share my Cass voice AUs over here often or at all, but I do think he sounds an awful lot like Daniel Balavoine when he speaks and that he does have a Greek accent so the way that Zevran speaks in DAO absolutely fits that melodic lilt :>

6, 9, and 10 for the veilguard asks :3

Ty for dropping by <3

6. Do you have your Rook(s) planned out to any degree? If so, would you share some details or ideas you have?

I don't wanna plan in advance too much, as I don't know the deets yet and I don't wanna get attached to an outcome just yet, but given my love of Zevran & interest in Antiva, I am very likely going to make a Crow (maybe for that sweet, sweet Lucanis bird romance) or a Lord of Fortune (because I don't have a pirate OC + Rivain.) I am also thinking human, elf or Qunari because I'm not really a dwarf person. Here's a little post about potential designs!

That being said, if all else fails, I might be porting my... IF MC-turned-blorbo-turned-babygirl Cassander (who some might be familiar with since I yell about him all the time over on @redwayfarers and there's a lot of moot/interest crossover) into a half-elf bastard of a human noblewoman, who she absolutely loathes (as per Cassander lore) so she sells him to the Crows. I absolutely love placing him in saving the world situations because he's the worst type of hero even if he isn't a bad guy. He just wants to live his life, dude. Also a Lucanis bird romance. Bisexuals stay winning.

(For any crossover moots, this is my chance to feature more human-looking Cass, as well! Think this but with pointed ears :>)

9. Which romance, if any, do you plan to pursue first?

*looks at prev answer* ... Birb husband. Davrin is a close second, and then Taash... But Lucanis... Been yelling about him since the trailer dropped, really.

10. Which location are you most excited/hoping to explore in-game?

Answered here!

[sunshinemage]

Cassander Inteus for @ladamebrunette 🧡❤️

[just-eyris-things]

Him

@ladamebrunette

[i-mybrunettelady]

He has his turquoise scarf! And I have another virtuoso <3

[i-mybrunettelady]

Aight. I'll try not to be too long with this but I need to preface this with a little, well, preface. Every character I post about and make has been a product of a lot of planning and as such they're all very dear to me. But my absolute faves are, without a doubt, Nyra, El and Cass, and for various reasons.

Nyra because she was the first of my modern beebs; she is a very aspirational OC to me in a lot of ways and someone I'd very much like to be but know I never will. I love her journey, her unwavering optimism, her relentless ego. I love her energy and the way she interacts with the world, for better or for worse.

I love El's rage. El is all the anger I have in me but don't know what to do with personified. He started as my feelings of anger and towards a person who hurt me very much, but even if I heal from that, I will always bear a dose of anger in me and El is just that. I love his drive, I love his curiosity, I love the contrast between the violence and the child-like wonder he has in him.

(art by @likemesomesalads)

And last, but certainly not least, is my sonboy Cassander. I'm showing him here in his canon/true version, as Cassander Inteus, but he exists in a fuckton of media I like too. I've only had him for a year or so, but he's grown to mean so much to me that it's impossible to not mention him here. I love his sarcasm, his dry wit, I love how funny he is, I love his charm. I love that he's tall as fuck (6'5/195), I love his strong nose, and I love his story of a less than ideal childhood and how he learns to grow and heal from that. I put a lot of myself into him so yeah, he's plenty important because if a tall, pretty elf guy can have insecurities then so can I!

Hey you!

Tell me about your favourite character(s) you've ever made!

Could be their design, their story, or anything that makes you really love them! I wanna hear about them <3

[astraphone]

give in to what i can’t disguise; cassander

y’all know the drill: a @wayfarer-exchange treat! this time it’s for @ladamebrunette and her wonderful wayfarer Cassander Inteus. 

It’s been less than a week since Cassander woke up on the Dareia after almost dying in Rona, and the man is testing Aeran’s patience like no one else can. (Aeran would much rather skim past the almost dying part, but true to form, he can’t forget. He can hardly close his eyes without seeing Cassander unmoving on the Count’s villa floor, as if he needed more fodder for nightmares.) He’s clearly still in pain, should very obviously be resting, and today he’s insisting on sparring.

“I can’t get out of practice now,” he’d insisted when Aeran had voiced his concerns. “Imagine arriving in Velantis only to discover, in front of a legion of guild mages, that I’ve gone so long without any sort of exertion that I’ve completely forgotten how to fight. Humiliating.” 

“Who cares what they think?” Aeran had asked, and Cassander had shrugged. 

“Certainly not me, but I do have a reputation to uphold, you know.” 

So here they are, despite Aeran’s better judgment, sparring on the deck of the ship. Aeran has been taking it as slow as he can without letting Cassander realize--he’ll never hear the end of it if he does--but Cassander’s injuries are clearly far more prevalent than he’s been pretending. He’s already out of breath and visibly struggling to stay on his feet.

“Let’s break,” Aeran calls, but Cassander’s expression is one of exhausted determination. 

“No.” He advances on Aeran with renewed vigor, which lasts until he stumbles on the approach and goes sprawling towards the deck. 

Aeran, who had been expecting something like this, catches him easily, and lowers them both down together.

“Let’s break,” Aeran says again, more insistently, and this time Cassander doesn’t argue. 

“Fuck me,” he says instead with a grimace, and Aeran sighs as he watches him attempt to scramble up into a sitting position. 

“You’re hurt, Cassander. You’re not doing yourself any favors by not fucking resting.”

“I’m not doing myself any favors by wasting away below deck, either.” 

“It’s been a week,” Aeran says with all the patience he can muster. “You aren’t wasting away, you’re recovering. You’re allowed to stop sometimes, you know that?” 

“Am I?” Cassander mutters. 

“You are,” Aeran says firmly. “This whole situation is fucking terrible. I get it. But you’re just going to hurt yourself again, and I--” He stumbles over his words, but he forces himself to press onwards. “I can’t watch that. Please don’t make me.” 

Something softens in Cassander’s frustrated gaze at that, and instead of continuing to try to get up, he leans back against Aeran’s chest. “I guess I can wait a few more days.” 

“Thank you.” 

Cassander shrugs, and this time when he looks up at Aeran there’s an absolute shit-eating grin on his face. “It’s not all bad, though. There are worse people’s arms to collapse into.” 

Aeran feels his face turn bright red as Cassander laughs. “I--you--shut up.” 

He loves him. It’s a relatively new realization, and it sends a shiver down Aeran’s spine every time he thinks it. Gods be fucking damned, he loves this ridiculous man. Cassander will be safe, Aeran promises himself. He will do whatever it takes to make it so. 

[joy-fires]

if it's not taken, 7 for Cass :eyes: - @ladamebrunette

his hair was so much fun, so wavy

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[i-mybrunettelady]

Let's go! This year has been fairly productive, kiddo creation wise <3

Kosara Severbone (she/her), alt AU commander. Blood Legion revenant, Priory magister. Twin sister to @uselessidiotsquad's Vissenta Severgrace. Hopelessly in love with her Tribune. Former weird kid who grew up to be able to wack people, but prefers not to do so anyways.

Eirene Featherscorn (she/her), exiled and partially icebrooded Owl shaman. Daredevil-deadeye. Jormag's former scout. Wants to make amends for her betraying the Spirits she revered all her life, all while dealing with soul-crushing loneliness her status as an exile brings.

Kassandros of Dusk (he/him), my raid kiddo. AU of one of my key OCs, Cassander Inteus. Here, here is a Mordrem that turned on his own and helped the Pact bc he never had much love for Mordremoth or his Mother Tree anyways. Helps with raids after the end of the Maguuma campaign and explores Tyria, all while trying to find his place in the world. Doesn't help when you're obviously Mordrem in a world that doesn't like Mordrem, though.

Not that anyone ever needs a reason to post their characters, but I know some people get inside their head and squirrely so here you go, community prompt: Show off characters you have created this year! Go!