#cassandra-ass shit lmaooo

[infinitethree]

“No, what the fuck is wrong with you,” Daz says, annoyed as he takes the knife away from Aster.

His– whatever they are to each other– glowers at him as he yet again demonstrates how to cut vegetables.

“It's going to be cooked anyway,” Aster complains.

He scoffs at him. “Cutting them so haphazardly fucks up how cooked they are. The tiny ones will be overcooked, the big chunks will still be half raw.”

Rolling his eyes, Daz tells him, “Just go sit down. I clearly overestimated you. I swear to fuck, if anyone knew how dogshit you are with cutting something–”

Aster  evidently annoyed by the dismissal, leans in and murmurs, “You’re the one who marries me. I wonder how many times you'll take care of me before we…how do you put it? Die of old age together in our sleep?”

Heat blooms across his face. “Shut up, that's–”

He's dragged into a vision again.

Aster stares at a loaf of crafted bread that's visibly been tampered with.

Dream laughs as he looms above him. “Weren’t you hungry? I can hear your stomach from here. Go on; eat up.”

Looks like weakness. Better than poison, Aster thinks, taking the loaf and scarfing it down.

And then another vision.

The two of them are snuggled up together on the couch, a blanket over them. There’s a movie on, but Future-Aster can't stop looking at Future-Daz.

As his fingers slowly twist around fluffy, golden curls, Future-Aster suddenly murmurs, “I'm yours.”

The future version of Daz snaps his attention to him. A shy smile creeps up. “Yeah?” “Just like you're mine.”

Back in his own body, Daz fights the surge of misplaced longing he feels.

They're not that close, not yet. Just because it happens eventually…

Goosebumps rise on his arms as Aster suddenly asks him, “What does it mean when we tell each other ‘yours’ and ‘mine’?”

He jolts, his earlier blush morphing into a fire. He's sure his face is as red as a tomato right now. “I–! It’s– it's an admin thing, it's–”

“I don't think I should be having this much fun making you flustered. But also…you do kinda deserve it,” Aster hums.

He glares at him. “Fuck off. Don't abuse what you learn about me like that.”

It startles him when he's suddenly backed against the counter. Aster is too close, and there's this look–

“Do you have any idea how much it hurts to see inside your head?”

…What?

Aster stares at him, voice low as he continues, “It makes me feel like a piece of shit for never noticing you quietly bleeding out in front of us. Your nightmares– how many nights did you wake up choking down screams and then text me a stupid question, because you were terrified I was dead?”

There's a lump in his throat and his gaze skitters away. He lost track a long time ago.

With a shuddering breath, Aster rests his head on Daz’s shoulder. “Do you have any idea what it's like to realize that while I was resenting you, your mental stability hinged on whether or not I told you what my least favorite kind of fruit is at four am? To know your nightmares are haunted by me being dead or suffering a fate worse than death? That–”

Horrifyingly, Aster’s breathing hitches and there's a dampness at his shoulder.

“That I was so fucking important to you, but you hid it behind being a bastard! If you had just said something–!”

Daz awkwardly hugs him, shifting his weight to be a bit more comfortable.

He knew his mind was an ugly place, but he hadn't really…given much thought to how poorly Aster, of all people, would be handling it.

For some reason, he didn’t expect it to really phase him. For a while he was sure that it would be used against him, but instead…it’s like it’s a bigger weakness for Aster.

“It wasn't just you,” he tries to reason.

Pretty sure that's worse.

Aster tells him, shoulders shaking, “Don't fucking lie to me. Not about this. Your nightmares about me are uniquely horrible. When I'm dead, I look like I've been mauled. When I'm not, death would be kinder.”

No matter how much he tries to wrack his brain for which ones could have triggered this sort of response, he can’t think of any that are especially bad.

Yeah, that's the point. They all suck. Kinda funny how he often has such a big role, though. Sure you weren’t into him already?

He’s not going to dignify that with a response.

Daz swallows. “I can see how that would be…upsetting.” “I resent seeing it, and then I feel even worse because you don’t get a break from this– this bullshit.”

On impulse, he frees Aster’s hair from the low, short ponytail he keeps it pulled back in. It makes it easier to be able to card a hand through his hair, trying to mimic the motions that soothe Daz.

Seeing Aster, of all people, break down like this…hurts.

It hurts, because he knows Aster is strong. He’s stupidly, superhumanly, impossibly strong, honing himself into a deadly weapon to protect those he loves.

Seeing someone break down like this reminds him too much of–

Of others. Wilbur, Dream, Innit. Himself, maybe. The rug getting yanked and showing that what he assumed to be floor was nothing more than sand that simply hadn’t shifted yet.

In a desperate attempt to stop that sand from collapsing entirely, he murmurs, “I’m used to it. I don’t know how to be any different.”

It’s not even a lie. He’s lived with nightmares for most of his life, though they only got this bad in Sanctuary. Before, he could mostly tolerate them…though with Dream, he didn’t need to.

And then everything went wrong, and his safe haven turned into a waking nightmare.

“That makes it worse,” Aster mutters, and at that point Daz realizes that dinner is pretty much impossible.

He gently lifts Aster’s chin up. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll clean up real quick and join you. Getting this emotional is exhausting, you’ll end up passing out in the food anyway.”

For a long moment, Aster searches his expression, and then scoffs. “Not like I could tell if you were hiding something,” he mutters, and Daz feels a pang of guilt.

Still, he confirms, “No. Not unless things were really bad.”

Aster steps away, and for a split second Daz feels surreally unmoored without his weight.

Metaphor, Innit hums, once again playing the unwanted peanut gallery.

Once I'm out, you won't have to deal with it any more. 

True. Daz makes quick work of storing or trashing the ingredients, turning appliances off, and making some sandwiches so they don't go entirely hungry.

He opens the door and finds Aster anxiously messing with his earrings on the edge of the bed.

Daz sits next to him and offers a sandwich.

Aster wordlessly takes it and starts eating.

Once Daz finishes his food, he finally talks. “You shouldn't feel guilty. I'm a good liar, and I know how to make you overlook things you'd otherwise question. I spent years making sure you never liked me too much.”

“Which you're aware is fucked up, right?”

He sighs. “Can you really blame me? In my shoes, with that belief– that pattern…would you really not make plans?”

Aster is quiet.

Slowly, he says, “I see the logic, yes. But that doesn't mean it doesn't kill me to know you’ve lived with that for so long.”

“Nobody would believe that between us, you're the one with a bleeding heart,” he huffs.

Aster twists to look at him, brow furrowed. “You care, too. You care enough to be the unflinching support the server needs, both openly and not. You care enough to see the potential in four people who were floundering. You care enough to build a fortress for someone who you want to keep safe.”

He swallows. “Those were for my own benefit.” “You think the rest of us got nothing from working with you? C'mon– don't make it a double standard,” Aster scoffs.

His future partner continues, “Like I told Day– you built us into who we are today. You're somebody precious to us, no matter how much you don't want to accept that.”

Daz’s throat is tight as Aster cups his face and presses their foreheads together. In a voice heavy with emotion, his something says, “I dunno if I'm in romantic love yet, or anything. But I know I already love you platonically. You have been a central pillar of my new life. Everything I have now, I can trace back to your influence. Let's not kid ourselves; my relationships with Theo and Lee are as strong as they are because of you. The support and guidance you've shown me is clearer than ever, now that you're not trying so hard to make me hate you. I keep finding new ways you’ve helped me without ever taking credit for it. How can I not love you for that?”

I don't think he ever could have killed you. Not for real.

Yeah, Daz is beginning to suspect that, too.

Is this really how Aster feels about him? It's not that he actually thinks it's a lie– he knows Aster too well to think that– it's just that, well…

It feels strange. He worked so hard to keep a gulf between them, yet they're closer than ever.

Some deep part of him– not Innit, an actual instinct– purrs, mine.

So he follows his gut and murmurs, “Saying yours and mine reinforces a claim. Admins need claims to function properly. A two-way claim is…really, really important. Being allowed to claim someone is monumental as it is. Having that claim reciprocated is something else entirely. Being reminded of that kind of claim makes an admin feel more secure in it.”

He hesitates a moment, then snuggles up to him. Into Aster’s chest, he admits, “That’s why I used to braid Dream’s ribbon into his hair every morning. It reinforced our bond and reminded him that I cared about him in that specific way.”

Aster’s arms wrap around him like a habit. It feels warm and strangely safe. “Day called me a while back and asked what would happen if someone I had a duo with lost their half. I didn't really understand then, but…claims aren't just signifiers, are they? To an admin, that is the bond.”

“Rejecting a claim item is like rejecting the admin. It– as far as we could figure out, claims are like…a form of protection. A warning to others that harming a claimed person will invoke the wrath of the admin who loves them. So by rejecting it, it's like a– a signal that we're not good enough to do that. That we're unworthy.”

Aster’s breath hitches. Quietly, he whispers, “Oh.”

Daz peers up at him. There’s a stricken look on his face.

“Tubbo was the only one who accepted you until Dream. He didn't understand, but he did it because you needed it. If admins need people who they've claimed…”

Heart aching, Daz admits, “He kept me sane most of my life. I loved Dream and wished he had been my brother, but Tubbo already was my brother. The Dream SMP was meant to be a paradise. A land of peace and safety, where I wouldn’t ever have to be lonely or scared. A place where my family– my real family, the people who loved me more than anything– where they would be happy and protected. As long as I had the two of them, I would have been happy.”

“And then you lost them both in one fell swoop.”

“Yeah. I lost the only real family I’d ever had, my mentor, my sense of safety, my peace of mind, my plans– fuck, I was going to have everything! I was going to be an admin, standing side by side with my mentor! Tall and proud and worthy, unable to be hurt or taken away from the place and people I loved. That server was my home, that base was my home!”

He started gripping the front of Aster’s hoodie at some point, the dam of memories and emotions too overwhelming not to reach for an anchor. “And it was my fault! That stupid fuckin’ enchantment was my idea! Dream hated it– he fought it over and over and over, and it was me who kept pushing for it! I wanted us to be safe, to have peace of mind– to give us an edge so that even if someone fucked around, we would be alive to make them find out.”

Aster is quiet, letting him get it out. He just strokes Daz’s hair, because he’s probably learned that’s one of the best ways to calm him down.

“But that stupid fuckin’ bastard got in the way. He tried to use me as bait– would have killed me, if they fucked the potions up. Almost did it anyway, from magic overload. Dream was terrified to even try a totem, y’know? That’s how much magic was in me. Even after the effects were wiped, I spent the night sobbing and having seizures in his arms. Whatever control Dream had– whatever kindness he had left? It shattered. That single fuckin’ act, it triggered everything. But the enchantment…that was me. That was my fault. I should have pushed harder for an item. It would have been so easy to enchant an anklet or something, but I was stubborn. So was he.”

It was what we thought was best. How could we have known it would end like that?

“We wanted to give him peace of mind. He was so scared something would happen– that I’d be in danger. We thought…we thought that if we had protection in our very souls, or respiration, or whatever, that he’d breathe easier.”

We were proud of it, though. Proud that he needed us so badly.

“We were his only hope. His– his sun. His heart. We hollowed out his chest and made it our home. Every time he chose us, we rejoiced. Our base instead of the Dream Team house; his days spent in our company instead of with his friends. His nights protecting us from nightmares. Teaching us everything he knew and delighting in how we grew, and grew, and grew. We were a force to be reckoned with,” Daz murmurs.

Aster is watching him, still letting him get this out. But, softly, his friend and future partner murmurs, “You’ve become the king of rabbits, haven’t you?”

It makes him laugh, softly and sadly. “Even a mouse will fight, if cornered. Don’t we embody that?” “We do. Pyrrhic victories were good enough for us, as long as those bastards lost something, too.”

He shifts to snuggle closer, hands tangling in Aster’s hair. “I think I’m starting to see why I fall for you. You’re a good person, Aster. I don’t…I don’t think I’d want someone else to see my past. Or be my future.”

Aster toys with a strand of his hair, and from the tone of his voice, it sounds like he’s smiling. “You wanna tell people we’re dating, then?”

“...Yeah. I– I think that’d be nice.”

Daz grins, shifting to look up at him. He was right; Aster’s expression is warm. “You’re not ready for being taken on dates.”

“If you take me to Serf and Turf, I will walk out, consequences be damned,” Aster warns, eyes thinning a little.

He scoffs, “No, no, that’s too obvious. If I was going to mess with you…hmm. You’ll see. But, nah, I mean just– real dates. Sanctuary has a lot of fun places I know you’ve never even heard of. Plus, I dare you to tell me you wouldn’t want to team up for Bedwars.”

Aster’s eyes light up. “Nobody would stand a chance.” “It’d be really funny to do it as a training exercise, you know.”

There’s a bright, cheerful laugh. “That almost sounds cruel.” “They’d just take it as a challenge,” Daz scoffs, “The Swords and Shields aren’t going to bow out just from getting nuked from orbit.”

He’s glad the topic shifted, because this sort of banter is a lot easier than the heavy stuff from before.

Voice still warm and fond, Aster hums, “Thank you. I’m honored you shared some of your past with me like this. It means a lot. Any time you want to talk, I’ll listen. About your past, about your present, about dumb things that bother you. If we’re gonna have a family eventually, we should��get used to that kind of communication.”

Daz’s throat feels tight, and he finds himself blinking tears away. “I– yeah. Uhm…yeah, you– you’re right,” he mumbles, feeling oddly shy.

Aster smiles, and lets his hand drop. “I’d lay down right now, but you’re not ready for bed. I don’t wanna risk falling asleep without you.”

He feels his cheeks turn pink. “I– uh, why?”

“I don’t sleep as well. I get restless and wake up over and over. So you help me too,” Aster answers.

Daz…doesn't know how to answer that.

He's reminded of Dream, who said something similar. How he just– could sleep easier, with Daz curled up in his arms.

For once, the comparison to Dream doesn't grate against from as badly. Of all the things to have in common with that bastard– and Aster really does have a disquieting amount of them– this is one he can accept.

It's good he isn't making things worse, anyway.

You probably gave him a shitload of new nightmares, Innit unhelpfully points out. Your mind sucks to be in.

Daz sighs, reluctantly getting up. He really doesn't need Innit to ruin this moment more.

I'll ruin your weirdchamp budding romance once I'm free, it reminds him.

“Yeah, yeah, you know I'm working on that,” he mutters, rolling his eyes. To Aster, he says, “I'll go get bedworthy–” “Bedworthy?”

Aster incredulous and amused tone makes him grin, too. “I mean– my bed is nice, yeah? Can't just get in with anything.” “At this point, it's really more our bed. And I say that's stupid.”

Daz blinks. It's…a fair point.

Actually, do beds count as assets? He’s pretty sure houses do, but he’s unsure about furniture.

Huh. Something to look up, he supposes.

Well, it's not like it really matters. Future-Aster is completely and utterly smitten with him, and Daz sure as fuck would never consider a divorce.

Come to think of it, he's going to need to smother his future husband and current boyfriend in so many gifts.

Especially clothes. He'll have to inspect the construction of Aster’s current wardrobe to dissect and improve.

And if he sneaks in some swirls or hidden golden thread, well…

Hey, it'll get the point across.

Because Aster is his now. They know they get married and have a family together, yeah, but not many others do.

But dating and visibly being claimed would–

Wait.

He realizes all at once that he wants to claim Aster. He wants to create something for him, wants to make an item to declare that nobody is allowed to harm him.

And he knows what he makes, right? It's a bit grating to just copy it, though, almost like cheating–

You know, Innit murmurs, an odd tone to its voice, I'm pretty sure the timeline changed a bit. I don’t think the versions of you you’re seeing saw the future. If things have already shifted, I don't see a point in doing the same claim. Do something new.

That's…a fair point, albeit a distressing one.

He's gotten attached to the sweet, stubborn kid he keeps getting glimpses of. He's gotten attached to the life he sees, too.

If things have changed, how much of that will be different? How much of the future he sees is already or will become impossible?

It's something to discuss later. For now, all he needs to focus on is getting ready for bed and sleeping.

How wonderful, to be able to look forward to falling asleep. How precious, to know his sleep will be gentle and unburdened by nightmares. How lovely, to feel safe in someone's arms again.

Much like Aster, Daz doesn’t really know if what he feels is romantic love.

But he’s familiar with platonic love. He can’t help it; he’s an admin, and when he cares, he cares deeply.

Aster has been in his heart for longer than he's wanted to admit. Not solely, of course, and definitely not romantically.

But he’s still been there. He's been there physically, too; despite the bullying and active attempts to piss him off, Aster has been a bedrock. 

They’ve been united in their goal in a way none of the others are. They definitely care more than average, sure, but he and Aster are just…devoted.

And that level of devotion will be directed at each other, eventually.

It would be terrifying if he didn't know that Aster will care for him so deeply. It's impossible not to notice; any time he's in Future-Aster's head, he's mushy and warm and adoring.

He's a simp, basically.

Maybe that's what he needs, though; someone who he can truly let down his guard with. A person who loves him enough to start a family with him; a person who he can spill his secrets to and then have his tears wiped away and fears soothed.

It sounds so wonderfully impossible, yet he knows it's real.

[constantlybrainrotting]

Arcane Competitive Dance AU

i dont think you realize that i CRAVE comp. dance au's down to the bone as a former comp. dancer so HERE IS MY BRAIN CHILD!!!

we start off pretty basic, with the City of Greater Piltover essentially split into two main area, New Piltover and Zaun. within the two main areas lies two dance studios, both well known and well loved in their respective communities. for the amount of time the studios have been open, the have had a sort of "rivalry" within it's leaders (dw the kids are mostly chill with eachother). this brings us to the main bones of the au!!

Zaun Dance Movement (ZDC)

run by co-owners and partners Vander and Silco Lane-Shimmerson

they do a lot of community work within Zaun since it's mostly lower class

they are known for their insane Hip Hop routines that are highly inspired by Zaunite break-dancing as well as their acro routines

they offer an affordability fund program for people who are interested in dance but the cost can be too high for the household

for the recreational program they offer the general classes such as ballet, jazz, tap, hip hop, acro, musical theatre and open, as well as holding classes for adults, low-impact for the elderly, and adaptive movement for anyone with a mental or physical ability

they are known for being a family friendly and community based studio

has a KILLER fundraising team omg like genuinely so good they raise so much for comp season

Piltover Dance Corps (PDC)

founded by Cecil Himerdinger (trust me on this guys-)

owned currently by Cassandra Kiramman

they take a more intense look at dance, while still being family forward

"rich kid" studio

they put on a showing of the nutcracker every holiday season to raise funds for comp season

also has an affordability fund that's pretty good tbh

it definitely helps that Cass Kiramman is RICH so she puts a good amount of funds into it herself

they have a pianist come in for their ballet/pointe classes (just a fun fact tbh)

a good amount of their students go on to go professional later in life

known for their downright gorgeous ballet and tap programs

Overall facts I've put together!

contemp is NOT the shit you see on tv, it's what it originally was, the successor to the modern style idc what anyone says (please get rid of tv contemp y'all its legit lyrical you are doing lyrical-)

most if not all the main characters are in fact children/teens in this AU to have it make more sense just generally

vi is a hip hop/contemp girly ok

jinx is powders nickname/stage name and she is 100% a acro/musical theatre kid and you can pry that from my cold dead hands

ekko is a hip hop kid (as if you couldn't already see that coming lmao)

caitlyn is a lyrical/pointe girly bc you can't convince me she wouldn't LOVE the insane precision it takes seeing as she fucks with guns

jayce is a tap/hip hop boy bc i think he would adore the click clacks of tap shoes

mel is a lyrical/contemp to no ones suprise

dw guys viktor is in fact here hes just nerding out in the corner

he was dragged into the lane-shimmerson family ok

he's vi, claggor, milo and jinx's very supportive older brother who attends the adaptive movement class so he can give his siblings shit on their choreo

he is also the loudest mf in the audience (speaking from experience here 😅

sevika was also kicking and screaming and attempted to crawl her ass out of the fam dynamic and did NOT survive

love me some begrudging auntie sevika lmaooo

smeech is ZDM's tap teacher and him and jinx have BEEF

they are duking it out weekly frfr

vander and cassandra are chill owner to owner but cass and silco? they are each others biggest opp honestly

secret dating caitvi but they are only hiding it from silco and cassandra

jinx takes on isha as her adopted mini and its so cute

vi and deckard is a one sided rivalry with deckard thinking of vi as his rival and vi dgaf about this guy

we also get some good ole jaymelvik dating and timebomb crushing

please let me know if anyone wants more but this is like the bare bones of it lmaoooo

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[schneesisterss]

I have Cassandra Dimitrescu brain rot and it literally Won’t Leave Me Alone so here are some headcannons:

she’s mean as FUCK bc she doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions in a healthy way

very mean to her sisters too but like... (affectionate)

also she’s the only one that can bully them, if anyone other than herself even LOOKS at them funny, that person will definitely go missing

“nobody bullies my siblings, except for me”

has Protective Older Sister vibes even though she’s not the oldest and is extremely protective of her family

particularly when it comes to Daniela. Cassandra has like a sixth sense where she can tell whenever her younger sister is in danger and goes RUNNIN to check on her.

Cassandra, weapon drawn: “DANI WHATS WRONG ARE YOU OK??”

Daniela, swinging from the ceiling by her foot: “Oh, hello sister. It seems I have stepped on my own trap.”

Cass, exhausted, pinching the bridge of her nose: “Daniela. What the fuck.”

Cassandra gets her down and smacks her on the back of the head (but not before subtly checking her for injuries)

she has a very hard time opening up to people bc she feels weak when she does and she HATES feeling weak

the only person she has ever cried in front of is their mother

and speaking of Alcina, Cassandra definitely gets her protectiveness from her mother. those two turn into a pair of rage monsters whenever someone they care about gets hurt.

one time Bela got severely injured by a lycan and Cassandra was like: “Those stupid mutts, i’ll kill them all, I swear!” and moves to leave but her mother stops her, “Hold on daughter, it’s quite rude of you not to extend the invitation.” and they both leave, eyes completely black with rage and murder. Daniela stays with Bela but waves them off happily in the background. “See you soon! Bring me back a lycan heart!”

does not know how to deal with her anger and sometimes has to punch the brick walls in the basement just to release some of the energy

her knuckles are almost always cut up and bruised bc of this

Alcina has walked in on more than one of her outbursts. She takes her daughters arms so she stops punching the walls, and pulls her into her chest. Cassandras breathing is erratic and she’s shaking violently with rage.

“Shhh my love, breathe.” Cassandra exhales in a way that Alcina can’t tell if she’s crying or seething. “What’s happened?”

Cassandras breathing speeds up through gritted teeth and she pulls against her mother, as if trying to get back to the wall. “I d-didn’t know what else to do.” her voice is hard like she was stating a fact.

Alcina strokes her pinky finger down her daughters nose, a trick that’s always worked for keeping her angriest at child at bay, and holds her there until she’s calmed down.

Afterwards, they don’t talk about it. Alcina knows Cassandra is already too embarrassed so she only wraps up her knuckles and says, “I think I heard Daniela call out for you a little bit ago, she had that tone of voice she gets whenever she’s in over her head.”

Cassandra just scoffs, “She’s just an idiot.” but moves immediately so go check on her younger sibling. She stops just before she’s out the door, “Mother I....” Alcina sees the hidden gratitude in her daughters eyes. “I know, dear. Go.” And her middle child nods and bursts into a cloud of bugs.

so.... there’s that.

I may be projecting but who knows.

ANYWAY

can throw a Wicked punch

very competitive and a sore loser

her competitiveness comes out the most when Bela is involved

Cassandra thinks Bela is their mothers favorite and that creates a lot of tension between the two of them bc Cassandra low key looks up to Bela (but will never tell her that) and wants to please mother just like she does. She feels the anger under her skin whenever their mother praises Bela instead of her

(Cassandra craves praise just as much as Bela but will NEVER show how the lack of it effects her)

Mean Lesbian™️

so, so touch starved

when anyone outside of her mother or sisters touch her softly she snaps bc a) she’s not used to it and b) she get filled with complicated and confusing emotions that she doesn’t know what to do with

quickest to yell at a maiden whenever they mess up

when she’s in a good mood she can actually be very playful and teasing (“rawr! >:D”)

hums to herself when she’s bored and sometimes (rarely) sings when Bela is playing the piano

the best at makeup out of the three daughters

Daniela always begs her to do her make up for her and Cassandra just pretends to be annoyed and does it anyway (she secretly loves it)

Bela also tentatively asked one time and Cassandra was shocked because Bela never asks for favors

they sit in silence while she applies Belas makeup but eventually asks “Why ask me to do this now? There had been plenty of other opportunities before.” her voice comes out more defensive than she wanted it too, but she leaves it be.

Bela studies her with calculating and knowing eyes before looking away and opening her mouth “You love doing this. I can tell.” Cass stops moving her hand. “I see the proud look on your face when Dani runs to show Mother your work. I just...” Bela shrugs, “want to be a part of that too. For you.” She glances back to her dark haired sister and shifts in her seat.

Cassandra didn’t know how to react, let alone respond. The lump in her throat was wide and pushed against her windpipe. Her and Bela had never really gotten along, but hearing this from her older sister felt like a small weight was lifted from her shoulders. It felt like acceptance. She cleared her throat and gently grabbed her sisters chin to pull it back into place. “Well maybe if you stopped squirming, i’d be able to get it done faster.”

Bela shoots her a very small, understanding smile, it was more of a smirk really, but it got the point across. I love you. No matter what. and Cassandra felt like she could finally breathe.

(I love sibling dynamics leave me alone)

claims she’s a top, is actually a switch

impatient as hell

Smooth Talker

her ability to talk her and her sisters out of sketchy situations has saved their asses more than once

“Hey Cassandra, would you punch Uncle Heisenberg in the face for $100?”

“I’d roundhouse kick him in the face for free.”

cue Alcina spitting up her wine.

probably swears the most too lol

*stubs toe* “Son of a mother fucking bitch that shit HURT.” Alcina: *raises eyebrow* “Well I certainly didn’t teach her that vile language.... Heisenberg.” Heisenberg: ......

knows how to wield a butterfly knife like a complete badass

Alcina: “CASSSANDRRAAA”

Cassandra: *instant fear*

uhhhh that’s it. did I go overboard? probaby. do I care? absolutely not and i’ll most likely be doing this again very soon lmaooo.

also p.s. send me more headcannon requests for Cassandra and i’ll answer them!

[lastoneout]

can we get a refresh on your ocs to ask questions?

Absolutely o7 (also sorry this got long lmaooo)

Eugene: Demon who hates his job so much he ghosted his old boss and is hiding out on earth. Personality of a golden retriever with the guilt complex of a reformed war criminal. Ended up getting caught by a demon hunter back when he first went rogue and was sealed away for about 100 years until Ophelia found and accidentally unsealed him. He decided to deal with this by falling head-over-heels in love with her. Also loves humans and earth and reads wikipedia for fun. Huge fucking dork.

Ophelia: Human, has spent 90% of her life depressed and apathetic and afraid of being vulnerable/honest to the point that she's estranged from her family and has basically no friends. Works at a concert venue and loves music but she pretends she doesn't bcs being liking things means being honest and vulnerable and that's scary. Eugene is the first person in years she's let herself care about, though she's not always the best at it. She is, however, very good at beating the ever-living shit out of other demons, as well as baking and playing guitar, and sometimes softball when she is coerced into playing.

Sasha: Human witch, though less in a cool hex-girls kinda way and more in a mad scientist kind of way. They’re remarkably good at not dying despite having no self-preservation instinct, and are also incredibly charismatic. They’re also Ophelia’s only friend, though they don’t really start being proper friends until after Eugene shows up, because Sasha is totally down to help keep him as hidden from other demons as possible and also thinks being friends with a demon is cool as hell and isn’t gonna pass up the chance. 

Harper: Angel who is bad at her job. She is afraid of demons and witches and all that, but it’s kinda her job to suppress/deal with any that she finds, so when she discovers Eugene she uh...well tries to kill deal with him, but fails miserably.  However, over the course of her repeated failed attempts she slowly starts to realize maybe demons aren’t as bad as she was always told and decides to back off. She is roped into being friends with the main three after apologizing because Sasha is addicted to making friends.

Thalia: Demon, Eugene’s twin sister. Is a pretty massive bitch and starts off being evil(and is the one who initially finds and drags Eugene’s ass back to hell) but eventually comes around bcs while she’s pissed he bailed on hell and, by extension, her, she does love her brother and is a decent person deep, DEEP down.

Cassandra: Demon, Thalia’s girlfriend. Basically the only person with two braincells to rub together among these dumbasses BUT ofc no one ever listens to her. Pretty morally neutral, but obeys any orders she’s given. Her feelings towards Thalia are just that post that’s like “I’d follow her into hell but I wish she’d stop going there”. Willing to call Thalia, and others, on their bullshit even if she doesn’t/can’t do anything about it.

That’s the fast rundown, but you can see everything I’ve posted about them here(which includes art).

[summoner-chan]

Sorry, I guess I should have been more specific, I WAS talking about Darius lol. Aight then last two questions: Shiro and Durga.

And don't worry about the long winded responses, I love it when people feel comfortable enough talking about themselves, and I can, like, feel their excitement as I read. :)

I tend to worry about how much I talk since that experience with someone on discord (the same server as those two passive aggressive peeps) asked me to not to post a wall (what they meant is that not send a long ass one whole paragraph of words) because I was talking a long time to type and send-

Mind you, my phone was lagging at the time there was a lot of typos happening without my control so I had to retype them. I remember it being something they asked what's about that art I drew?

Other than that, they were pretty mean, maybe because they were part of the admin teams of the discord or they're just a natural born dick :/ and I mean by natural born dick when someone just said good criticism and everyone who's friend with that person just-

y'know bit his head off saying things like "lmaooo nobody needs that shit critism 🤪. Look at this guy shitting on (username) 😂😂" and there's them going all "I don't need your damn critism, I don't fucking care. I ask critism when I want to and I didn't ask for yours so you can stfu" like okay....no need to offended by that... And I found the critism on the spot though? I couldn't see your linework from all those shading-

Anyways, I'm being off topic so let's hop to the Housamo Ask Game!✨✨

[Shiro]

Favorite book or favourite book series? Oof, truth to be told, I'm more to a manga/comic book reader 😂😂 but I do enjoy reading books once awhile!! I only own two horror light novels which are in my native language so I'll try to translate their title??

The very first book I had was Kakak Kemboja (Kemboja in English is Frangipani) which translates to Big Sis Kemboja/Sister Kemboja (not in a Nun way-) and it was about a young boy meeting one of the tenants in the old apartment he lived in.

After losing his father and his house, he and his mother was forced out by the late father's mother and brother who planned to make their house into a homestay. This caused the young boy to stay at the apartment alone while his mother was working to bits but don't be sad, Big Sis will always be there for you

Spoiler, Big Sis is actually a ghost 👻

In Asian culture, Frangipani is one of the notorious for having it's scent being related to ghosts. If you're alone and you smell something fragrant, it's best to get out of there as fast as you can along with to not comment about the scent on the spot. I tend to smell fragrant things (doesn't help that I can see things ksjdjwkdje) even in my own house so I just- Yeet myself from that place

The second book is Somniphobia which is the Fear of Sleeping. It's about an office guy who likes to read scary and horror books at night until morning which causes him to get late for work most of the time. He was starting to get bored since he's already read all of the books he owned and nothing seems to catch his eye until his old friend suggested him a book, Somniphobia. Little did he know, the more he read the book, the less sleep he had. To be specific, he's started to develop Somniphobia himself. .

I only read light novels because once I bought the book, I immediately read it, to the point I finish it one day which just frustrates me to no end. I read super fast and everything just gets crammed to my head and I'd have to reread again to make things sensible kskskksksdj

I'm not a manic like my big sis though, she has two shelfs full from her novels. Her favorite book series is the Clockwork series, the Shadowhunter series which is written by Cassandra Clare and she almost have the full set now- 😂

[Durga]

To be sentimental or to not be sentimental-

Well then I'm going to the sentimental path skksksks

I'd actually want my family get back together again but you know, I can never take in another man who's not even my biological father to begin with after what I went through with said man

Having to cope without having a dad for 2 years now is sad but it happened, I know it's not my fault even though another part of me insists that I should have done better. I cry so easily whenever there's things that reminds me of him, I can't handle scenes where a man is lying in bed in the hospital, I can't handle seeing fathers being very affectionate to their children and I can't handle going to hospitals again

Thinking about marriages is what hits me the most because in my religion, the bride's father will be the officiant for the wedding, handing his daughter over to the groom's care so to say. That doesn't mean that I won't be able to get married without having a father to be the officiant but rather the officiant will be replaced by the bride's brother or uncle (brother of the father) and if there none, a court religious officer will be the officiant

It's just that thinking how lucky your eldest sister (from the first wife of my late dad + divorced) was able to have your late dad as the officiant of her wedding then when it was only you and your four sisters (two from the same mom while the other two is from the second wife), the chance was already gone. I won't see my late dad at my own wedding, only having it being replaced by my brother or uncle. It's not the same, it won't ever be the same because he's not there to see his grandkids or will he have the opportunity to be called grandpa

It just hurts knowing that he won't be there to be a part of the big parts of my life

But it happened and there's nothing I could change, I'm already quite happy and grateful to have mu late dad's wife and her family taking care of me and my two sisters despite there are times when we've fought but nonetheless grateful

I don't have my biological mom with me at the time since she was forced to stay in her own home country due to her citizenship, I dearly miss her but...due to personal reasons, I can't help but hate her from time to time. She does the wrong things and it scarred me badly, hence why I am unable to give her my blessings for her to get married

That's all I could say since if I were to say more, things would get pretty long and it's just me ranting out :P

Thank you for sending in ask in!! Feel free to send anymore like usual~

[astarionswhore]

(Because I have to be that ass) Inky ask. Go. All odd numbers with Inky that you use the most. Go! (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

OH MY GOD ALL ODD?!

im ready

i’ll do my rania trevelyan!

1. what color best represents them – definitely gold/mustard yellow. when i designed her, i put her in a gold robe and loved the way it looked on her. maybe subconsciously she wears it to feel royal and more important in a world that oppresses mages lol

3. which music genre would best describe your Inquisitor – oh shit i was always bad at these… even though rania is stubborn and bossy, i feel like she’d like feel good music, something you’d listen to in the morning with a cup of coffee, sitting in a window seat and watching dew drops melt off a field of grass as the sun rises

5. if your Inquisitor was a force of nature, what kind would they be? (hurricane, earthquake, etc.) – rania is already a force of nature lmaooo. she’d definitely be a volcanic eruption. rania has a terrible temper!

7. Which element best describes them – FIRE! she already uses fire for offensive magic, but fire is also comforting and calming. yes, rania has a temper, but she cares deeply. she’s actually very much like mrs. weasley!

9. do they have a background story – of course! to summarize, rania had a wonderful relationship with her mother until she showed signs of magic. since that day, her mother cut ties with rania , took her out of the will, and refused to visit her in the circle. rania had a terrible time in the circle, hated the templars, and became a revolutionist mage. there, she also learned how to cook and knit and heal. when the circles revolted, so escaped and almost made it out of ostwick when she saw several mages burn a farm family to death. she went back to the circle, convinced the remaining mages to let her go to the peace summit, and…. well got a cool green hand

11. are they better with children, animals, or neither – children lmao!! rania likes animals, but she connects better this little kids she and cullen even adopt three little girls after the war BECAUSE THEY DESERVE TO BE HAPPY! :)

13. can they cook – YES YES YES rania is an excellent cook! she and some other mages fed the circle in ostwick. sometimes she helps the chefs of skyhold during her downtime and cullen may or maybe get a little chub after the war (‾̴̴͡͡▿•‾̴̴͡͡ʃƪ)

15. are they very fashion-conscious or more practical – nah she’s practical af lol i mean because she made herself is basically the head healer in the inquisition when she’s in haven/skyhold, things can get messy and she can’t afford to wear fancy things.

17. who do you think they’ll get along with best among their companions, if any – she gets along best with solas because rania is also prideful and sometimes thinks she’s better than everyone else (LOL). dorian, she can handle in small doses but doesn’t necessarily hate him. she respects cassandra, but they definitely have two different opinions about the world. she thinks blackwall is kinda weird. also kinda reminds her of an uncle she has. she is V protective of cole, but she decided to make him human because she knows how hard it is to forgive what templars have done to her (spoiler alert, she kinda regrets it but only a little lol) she…. tolerates sera and ironbull but she doesn’t really like them. vivienne is the only one she absolutely hates. she hates her so much she almost sabotaged viv’s potion for her lover but decided to be nice

19. do they have any scars? What are they from – she has scars down the right side of her face and along her body from the dragon and corypheus fight.

21. what’s your Inquisitor’s opinion on each of the various races, if any – she doesn’t really have an opinion on dwarves or elves. they do their thing, she does hers. it’s the qunari who she’s like…. eeeeehhhhh? 1. because look when they do to their mages and 2. they want to basically indoctrinate everyone and she’s like no thanks

haha this was fun thank you shai!!!!!!!!!!!