#er cassius

[kittdestiny]

Cassius and his 'anger' (but silly with it)

[rainbowcassette]

Baby, will you kiss me already And toss your dirty shoes In my washing machine heart Baby bang it up inside

[goodobjectshowscreenshots]

[briefdreamerbasketballmuffin]

Como cuando tu chico en vez de estar dándote mimos y atención está dándole cariños a los gatos plebeyos feos y normales del café

Cassius le pertenece a @finni-winter

[lumieumie]

A little drabble that I might fix up eventually!

This is my take on what happened when Keefe decided to run off and join the Neverseen! This is directly after the part where Keefe leaped away from Havenfield once Calla made her decision. This is just a short little drabble on what I thought might’ve been going through Keefe’s mind when he got his memory back.

This has not been edited or revised, and I kind of just typed whatever until it became this, so please don’t be too harsh! I’ll fix it up and make it nice later maybe. Also, Keefe pricks his finger so there’s an eensy teensy weensy bit of blood!

When Keefe arrived at the daunting towers of Candleshade, his father wasn’t there.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise—Keefe had long been aware of his father’s secret havens. But Keefe had pictured his father alone in his cold, lonely tower that he took so much pride in. It would certainly be fitting for Lord Cassius Sencen.

Either way, it made things much easier.

He wasted no time, climbing onto the Vortinator with his goal clear in his head; trash his mother’s room. Er, search it, too.

He tried—he really, really did try to convince himself that’s all he was there to do. But he knew there was more to it—knew that despite all she had done to him and his friends, he just… couldn’t seem to let go. He had to make sure she hadn’t left anything behind he could trace, or maybe there were clues of her intentions, or… something.

Who was he kidding. His mother was too careful to leave anything behind. But even so, he needed a way to get all his pent up emotions out. There they were, bubbling just below the surface, and if Keefe didn’t find a way to let the pot boil over in private, he was certain he’d explode at the most inopportune moment.

He kicked the door to his mother’s room open, relishing in the way in squealed on its hinges before slamming into the wall. Keefe hoped it left a dent.

His mother’s room was… well. There were clearly marks that said it had been searched in the not so distant past. Footprints disturbed the thin film of dust on the floor, and he could see signs of disturbances on most of the fancy furniture. But other than that, it was just how his mom had always kept it from what he remembered. Not that he’d been in here more than three times. His mother definitely wasn’t the type to invite him in and cuddle his nightmares away.

He marched straight to the closet, throwing it open and getting to work—tossing clothes, shoes, capes, anything he could grab onto the floor. He searched the pockets of a few of them, but mostly, he was just throwing things. He wanted to rip up his mother’s stupid dresses, lay waste to her obnoxiously high heels, and his anger only grew as he caught glimmers of himself throughout the closet.

A small picture of him on his first day at foxfire. Crumpled drawings he’d thrown away. Bits of jewelry he’d made for her when he was young, that she’d never worn but kept anyways. His search turned into a mission to tear through each and every piece of art, break every beaded string. The floor was a mess of glass beads and shreds of paper, and clothes covered every corner of the room, but he still wasn’t done.

He grit his teeth and yanked on one of her fancy capes folded at the top of the back shelf, sending a diamond-encrusted jewelry box crashing to the floor.

Keefe recognized it, vaguely. It was his mother’s plainest jewelry box, despite its elaborate design. She used it for all the trinkets she never wore. Made sense that it would be tucked in the back of her closet.

Or… she could’ve pushed it to the back of her closet because she was hiding something in it.

Dropping to his knees, he slid the latch and opened the small chest, fumbling through the contents of the box, searching for… something. Anything—

Keefe hissed as something pricked his finger, yanking his hand back. Blood welled on the pad of his thumb, and… oh.

“It’s a rare starstone.”

“Don’t you feel powerful?”

“This is your future.”

“The washers will be here soon, Keefe.”

He clutched his head as if it could save him from the oncoming headache, scrambling away from the jewelry box like it was full of boiling acid. His ears were wringing, and his heart was pounding, and his lungs were begging for air, but he couldn’t seem to get any in.

Legacy. His legacy. On top of some mountain, in the middle of nowhere, was a plan that the Neverseen had made—a big plan. And it involved him.

The starstone.

He crawled to the chest, dumping out the jewelry box and shuffling through the assortment of hairpins. When that yielded no results, he leapt to his feet. He overturned furniture, emptied out drawers, pulled back blankets—looked anywhere and everywhere in the room, but… of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

Either it was hidden somewhere in the tower, or his mother had brought it with her. Or…

The Neverseen had it.

Pieces started coming together in his head, forming a plan. Well… sort of.

He was vital to the Neverseen’s plan—him. His mother had something planned for him, locked behind the door of that desolate building in the middle of a frigid mountain, and the Neverseen knew where it was—knew how to take him there.

And a smaller, childlike voice that he tried time and time again to squash whispered that the answers regarding the state his mother was in lay with the Neverseen as well.

He could end this. He would end this. This was what he had to do.

His friends… and Sophie… they would hate him. By some miracle, they’d kept the son of a traitor around, but this?

Knowing he was a part of the Neverseen’s plan, that he’d gone along with it, was just… too much.

His friends would never forgive him.

Sophie would hate him—everyone would.

He had no other choice. He had to try. He had to make this right.

Something wet slides off his face and drips onto the floor, and it takes Keefe a moment to realize they’re tears. He lifts a hand, letting his fingers graze his wet cheek, before staring at the small splatter on the floor.

It had landed next to a painfully familiar necklace. Each bead with a different bloom, capturing every little detail.

He knelt down, picking up the necklace. For some reason, the flowers made him think of Sophie; but these days, there wasn’t much that didn’t make him think of her.

She’d be angry. She’d probably never speak to him again, but…

He had to do this. He would fix this, even if it killed him. It was the least he could do, and… it was the best plan he had.

With his decision set in stone, Keefe tried his best not to let his heavy heart weigh him down as he closed the door to his mother’s room, necklace in hand.

[writingkitten]

Flickerbeat Characters: Dr. Orion

Name: Dr. Cassius Kaison Orion

Age: 57

Birthday: 10/01/1997

Sign: Libra

Hometown: Amnia, Florida

Lives in: Amnia, Florida

Career: Chief of Emergency Medicine

Bio: Dr. Cassius Kaison Orion was born in the small town of Amnia, Florida, long before the MENDA company existed. He was raised by his father, a NASA engineer, and his mother, a psychiatrist. He learned the basics of their careers throughout his childhood. That, and the fact that his parents held him to a high standard in school, lead to him being highly dedicated to his studies. Cassius eventually would graduate, with his PhD in emergency medicine. Later, Dr. Orion would meet his wife, Desdemona, through his work, as she came into the Amnia General ER with a broken leg. He ended up helping her to recover outside of the hospital, as he had already fallen for her. They married six years later, and together had a daughter named Rose. Desdemona suffered from severe depression and anxiety, something that was passed down to Rose. In 2044, Desdemona committed suicide. Rose was 7. Following the death of his wife, and seeing the same trend with his daughter, Dr. Orion decided to merge his knowledge of medicine and engineering to create AESOP, a device that would regenerate electrons in the brain where they were lacking (thus causing her depression and anxiety). However, it took Dr. Orion too long to make, and, at age 12, Rose took her life, though it was never clear if she overdosed purposefully or not. She had overdosed on Mendacium, a popular new vitamin made by MENDA (partly with the help of Dr. Orion, although he never realized how addictive and dangerous it would be, as he never saw the full formula). After losing his wife and daughter, Dr. Orion buried himself in his work, attempting to forget about the pain. He continued to build AESOP, deciding to still make it in honor of Rose. Then, in 2054, he met Scarlet Adams, a producer at the local news station. She too suffered from depression and anxiety, as well as PTSD. And that is where the book begins.

Looks like:

[the-morningstar-family]

*they smile a little * I heard of the hotel. And... Watched from the trees outside, for a while. I... I was scared but...

*they brush a loose feather away, suddenly straightening up *

But that is not important right now. We need to find your family - I can open a portal, but it would be remarkably easier with Ghosts help. I can't see Lucifer, but I can talk to him if you need? If that power extends to Charlie, I don't know but I can try. Just tell me what to say.

*they turn towards Angel and Husk * Don't worry, I won't pass out that easily again. *they pause again * Thank you.

- 🦉

Angel, a little sceptical: "If ya say so..."

Vaggie: "Try and contact them, please."

Meanwhile

Cassius, scoffing: "Dat lil rascal causin' all dat ruckus"

The man sounds annoyed, as if Nova's well being is insignificant, an inconvenience.

The thought of Alastor, and now Nova, being trapped with that man send bright, hot rage down his throat.

But he keeps in check. There's not much power in him right now.

Lucifer: "Let her go."

Brax: "I am actually her father-"

Lucifer turns to glare at him, shutting Brax up. The king goes in Nova's direction but Cassius steps between them.

Cassius: "Dat's his young'un, we gon' keep 'er."

Lucifer: "An I am the king of hell. We're taking her, skull face."

Cassius goes in for an attack.

[ryscorp]

Hey, er, Cassius. If you can hear Traj can he hear you? Are you able to send a message to him for us maybe?

[* RIFF blinks slowly.]

"... Can't... hear'm anymore."

[baroquesse]

one year already! how time flies :’)

About Me

you can call me JR or Baro (24 they/them) i’m an art history student and aspiring author. most of my wips are high fantasy set in the same areas at different points of history.

WIPs

The Deposition of a Minor God [link]

adult, high fantasy, just started draft 1.5, my main focus atm

Two immortal kings are forced to resolve their four-century-long quarrel when one of them is deposed by a usurper seeking to conquer their kingdoms.

okay from the top but good this time (working title)

Seraphine’s father has been on the warpath assembling his empire for her entire life, and he has never lost, until he picks a fight with the neighboring island kingdom of Changxin.

Less of a wip and more making my ocs kiss

oho? (working title)

The heir to the throne of Changxin is holding a beauty pageant and the prize is getting laid. Yes, really.

Swanwood Manor

Milo Jenkins, a student and apprentice bookbinder, is asked to help restore the library of the young, wealthy, mysterious Cassius Goldenbane, who lives with his friends in an old manor house. But something about Cassius is a bit strange...

i use Deposition for tag games and things, since it has the most material, but i may be slow(er) to take part as i work on draft 1.5!

[imaginepostingonsideblogs]

okay let's see. uhh.

THE CASSES:

- castiel townsend: the man, the myth, the original bastard himself. w.bg player (albeit unwillingly). has not taken proper care of himself in weeks at any one moment. has homosexual relations with both his his gamerunner and his prize, which makes situations interesting quite a bit of the time. frequently not nice about things, mostly through joking about them both inappropriately and shittily. if he even sits down and thinks about his actions for .3 of a second it's over for him.

pretty extensive facial scarring from sucking ass at trying to blow up 357a.

- cassidy ???: cowboy iteration of castiel. MAY be a fraud. nobodys quite sure if he has the same connection to castiel that most cowboy iterations have to the source of their iteration. but oh well. he's the only cowboy around, and that's good enough. very cocky, very self-assured. believes what he is doing is right and proper all of the time. should not have been let loose with a gun, probably.

no noted scarring, but then again, ive no clue what he looks like naked. haven't mapped that out yet. shh.

- cassius ???: flinchite castiel. refuses to reveal what job he does at the compound itself, but he acts as a very good right hand man sort of figure. actually quite cordial, and not just in a villainous kind of a way. very put together. (this is, as with all casses, ever, a complete and utter lie. just one he's perfected.) actually on pretty good terms with cassidy. minimal death threats exchanged between the two.

missing one eye, which he covers with an eyepatch. no other noted scarring. i think.

- cassandra (has not even considered a last name): ex-compound cas. technically still in the compound. has never left the compound, and isn't looking likely to. but. minimal experimenation going on. so there's that.

capable of seeing all events in history, apparently, though without much rhyme or reason to any of it. every prediction she makes is inevitable (though not always irreversible). also the only cas to use she/her.

seemingly very docile and obedient, but with a decided cunning streak she's perfected the art of hiding in public.

- casper bofa (allegedly): an outsider to this whole scheme. not on good terms with any other cas iteration, but has convinced castiel into doing his bidding more than once. convinced he's able to disrupt the flow of time and pick his own fate. got a lot of hubris that is probably (definitely) going to catch up with him, but oh well. constantly doing his best impression of a mad scientist-esque disney villain, for some reason.

MELANIES:

the only iteration of castiel to share the 357a facial scarring- technically the only one who has experienced the future in which castiel goes ahead with it. which is technically a diversion from the normal timeline anyway.

- melanie "superwholock" lewis: w.bg player. somehow winning. internet streamer who liveblogged her challenges under the pretence of an elaborate arg, and is sososo scared all of the time at being found out. very emotionally intelligent, but cannot lie for toffee. fiercely loyal, and has a tendancy to be an asshole more often than not.

- mel "homestuck" lewis: ex-compound melanie and universal older sister figure. trying to catch up with the modern media kids seem to be enjoying these days, but doesn't wholly get it. tries to be a mediator, but has a habit of snapping at people occasionally, if tensions get too high.

- em "you are not calling me goncharov" no last name: flinchite melanie. technically? also punished melanie. somehow acing them both. very tired, very done with everyone. very, very good at fighting. runs a rather illegal pharmacy that depends off the flinchite funds to basically just give medication away for free. works as a hired gun- er, knife- on the side.

[cassiuspr]

[Transcript begin]

[Almost complete silence, with only a small bit of shuffling in the background. This carries on for 6 minutes without change.]

?: What the fuck...?

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

[Cassius sits up slowly. Groaning.]

?: Hey, Cass, how're you feeling?

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

C: I... The hell happened?

O: You, um. Got into a fight. With the head archivist. You got really injured.

C: Oh.

[Cassius chuckles, for a little too long. The others stay silent as he slowly devolves into a fit of maniacal laughter, mixed with coughs throughout. Duration: 2 minutes and 1 second.]

?: Er... Cass? Are you feeling alright?

[Voice identified: Nicholas.]

C: Never better!

[He leans back, his smile nearly audible as he speaks.]

C: I think we might have a new hire on our hands, team.

[Transcript end]

[kittdestiny]

Aren't I hurting anyone? Perhaps it's time for me to tear apart For what it is I've been Denote my place within humanity Projecting by my will I've been amassing solid iron claws Ignore the rottenness My recitals will decay in a flash

[rainbowcassette]

vector art yipee!!!!

[lifewaster-imdanger98]

Das' jetzt für jeden, der sich Dinge kauft, die ihm nicht stehen

Von Geld, das ihm nicht gehört

Um Leute zu beeindrucken, die er nicht mal kennt

Услышь меня

Amsterdam, Rotterdam, Utrecht, 's-Hertogenbosch (aha)

Wir holen es raus, Bruder, bergen den Stoff (so)

Wir sind taub, Bruder, wer, wenn nicht Gott? (Wer?)

Sind aus Staub, Bruder, wenn es ausufert

Mann, dann sterben wir doch (rah, whoop, whoop)

Ich bin ein Dieb im Gesetz

Unter mei'm 4 GTS blinkt ein GPRS (aha, aha)

Verdeckte Ermittler, Headsets und Filter (klick, klick)

Hektische Bilder vom Treffen der Killer (brr)

Wieder einmal ist einer von uns gegangen (Ruhe in Frieden, aha)

Wieder einmal brachte er Tonnen ins Land (yeah)

Doch wir kommen nicht ran wegen Dollars und Bank

Parken den Wagen im Hafen und warten auf Zoll und Versand (ahu)

Wir hab'n hier Fäuste wie Cassius Clay

Royce oder S-Coupé, Freunde beim FSB (hab'n wir)

Kolja, für immer ein Mann

Die Scheiß Bullen können noch nicht einmal 'ne Grippe einfangen (hahaha)

Morgens um zehn im Porsche GT

Bei Jean Paul Gaultier auf der Champs-Élysées (cha-cha)

Mach seit 2010 mit dem Zollamt Geschäfte (aha)

Stell dich einmal in Weg und dann rollen die Köpfe (komm)

Alle meine Freunde sind nervös

Denn einer meiner Freunde hat einen seiner Freunde in Säure aufgelöst

Was für Rocker im Rücken?

2016 wurd hier einem meiner Freunde schon der Kopf abgeschnitten

Klack

Wer macht hier mit Cocaine sein Geld (wer?)

Und erobert die Welt - Sinaloa-Kartell

Ich sitz im Aston DB (aha), im Heck des Coupés

Sprich mein letztes Gebet, dass Bogotá nicht hält (Gott)

Wir führen hier Krieg um die Hauptstadt, Krieg um das Ausland

Krieg um die Kaufkraft mit biblischem Ausmaß (Realtalk)

Partys, London, Platin, Plombo, Paris-Longchamp

Maserati, la Ferrari, roll nach wie vor mit Badr Hari

Durchs Stade de France und Blick auf Paparazzis

Je-jed-jed-jeden Tag bin ich nur am Waterlandplein

2021 kaufst du Art & Design

Kolja Goldstein ~ Terminal

[evelyn-onfire]

🖤 *The path is familiar now. It doesn’t take long for Fallen to find the grave of their beloved Cassius. Cracked in two, frost and roots covering it and the ground, they sat down in front on the headstone with a bundle of daffodils in their hand.*

Hey, Cass….kinda weird to be sitting here, considering I still have to, ya know, save you and all. I know you can’t actually hear me, but…

*They set down the flowers*

Um. Happy birthday. Kinda. You would’ve been 19- er- I guess…69? Is that right? I cant do math.

I was gonna come here yesterday, but it felt rude to celebrate your death anniversary. So this seemed more fitting…

*They pull out their knife and carefully cut away the roots. They shrivel and crumble at the touch of the blade. They then seal over the crack in the stone with glossy ice*

Much better.

*Fallen leans against the headstone and closes their eyes*

I promise next year, we’ll have a proper celebration. No more being apart like this. Sounds good?

…

*They smile*

Yeah. I think that sounds good.

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