#cassandra d20

[rebelsafoot]

dont you just love narrative parallels because i sure do

[nosnexus]

Holding each other like otters, drifting through the Astral Sea

[dubiouslymelly]

oh youre a lesbian couple? which one of you is doubt, mystery and the night and which one of you is of summer, conviction and the sun?

unrelated question: if one of you were corrupted would you try to corrupt the other? completely unrelated. btw.

[sootchild]

Ep 20 Ragenarok pt 2

I had one more drawing in me that needed to be done.

Ep 1 || Ep 20 ||

[emiko-matsui]

imagine that you meet god and god looks like you when you were 14

[pealingpetals]

its hard when your gf is out of town

[hankandmonty]

It’s about the aesthetic

[ghostcashewart]

i love them your honor 💜

[sluttycinderella]

i really wish kristen’s divine intervention had worked because how poetic would it be if buddy’s life was saved my cassandra? what feelings would that spark in him?

[potatobugz]

Cassandra vs. Parenthood

[rrat-king]

ok ok ok not to uh. get up in weeds about the whole cass and kristen thing but i keep seeing people say like ‘i feel so bad for cassandra’ but an important thing that i feel like we need to remember that brennan has emphasized throughout previous seasons about the gods is that they are the reflection of their followers. cass looks like kristen because they are kristen.

when cass is feeling neglected and shunted aside do we think maybe it’s cuz who kristen actually is is being neglected? they have spent the whole summer trying to save the world, that doesn’t leave time for them to like process what they’ve gone through and who they are so maybe cass feels dejected cuz kristen doesn’t know who she is either

just. food for thought

[wolfziedraws]

Happy Pride to Cassandra and Ankarna

[nosnexus]

Truly a lore dump of an episode (no complaints)!

[paynomind-iamnotreal]

You are not a real person.

You wear a face that is not your own. You were designed to die.

You wear a face that gets you recognized around the grounds of a school you are not enrolled at (you aren't enrolled at any school.) You live in the same house as the person you were supposed to be. She has the right voice, stands the right way, wears her clothes correctly. When you look like her, you feel wrong. You see all the parts of yourself that are wrong, the makeup you wear, your style, your mannerisms. You can only see all the parts of yourself that fall short of her, but, any closer, wouldn't feel like you.

You are at a party. You don't know anyone her besides her friends (they are the only people you have ever known, but they never know what to make of you.) They helped you enroll in your own school, one that won't know you, one that won't know her. The other day you were desperate, uncertain and panicked. You took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. She never had to worry about that. She never has to worry about disappearing. The steps were confusing, you could've done it wrong. There is a rumble in the ground and you all leap to action, you're loading cannons, healing people, sharing the blessing of her deity (you never really bothered to ask her about all that.)

You are needed on the roof. You can feel it. The storm is thick and choking, the spray of clouds forces your eyes partly closed. You take stumbling steps towards her. She is on her knees. You've seen her pray before, but something about this is different. You can't tell if its tears or mist pooling on her face. You can't tell if its the pains of combat or the strain of heartbreak contorting her expression. The prayer itself feels wrong too, less holy and more personal. You follow her gaze.

The words leave your lips before you realize, an automatic reaction to the mammoth mess of wind and cloud and hate: "Blimey." There is a face in the storm. Monumental, twisting, grotesque, but a face nonetheless. You are good at recognizing faces. She looks a bit... No. It is grotesque. Monstrous. The face you see in nightmares. Lightning cracks and whips around you. You feel something deep and heavy click in your chest as lighting cracks inside the storm. It looks exactly like her. It looks exactly like you.

And She is beautiful.

It was awe that clicked in your chest. Fear and hope. Awful and awesome. Sublime. Recognition of a power that is beyond yourself.

You don't know what will happen to you if you survive tonight. You don't know how long you live. You don't know where you go when you die.

But you need to reach Her. You place a hand on her shoulder and take a step towards the roiling clouds, towards It. You can reach her, that is all that is certain.

"I don't know if you heard me,"

The face contorts with rage and fear. It knows not what it is. It is everything that is wrong with Her. It will destroy you, when you return Her. That's O.K.

"But I said—"

You were designed to die.

Lightning envelops you as uncertainty replaces fear. It burns your hands, clasped in prayer, it singes your lips, forming the words of your impromptu, awestruck prayer. It's lightning is not what destroys you though. You feel the prayer work as a peace in all the chaos of your life becomes clear, waves of cool night and weighty cosmic power flow through you, calling you home.

You die a person.

Goodbye K2.

[chillinglikeashilling]

Bonding with one of the goddesses in the lesbian couple you cleric for over how much you both hate the other goddess' cat

[emiko-matsui]

kristen couldn't handle spreading the word of cassandra because when she moved on from helio her new god became tracker, not yes or cassandra. hold on reblogging with a more coherent thought