#I have feelings about Cassandra and I will defend her with my life

[lethal-effect]

Fuck it I’m fighting Kristen for Cassandra’s honor. Meet me in the Chilis parking lot Applebees

#yes yes we support women’s wrongs and well written flawed female characters and cringe fail girls #but also #consider #I have feelings about Cassandra and I will defend her with my life #Also yes Kristen is trying to reconnect but only after all that and ALSO #ONLY BECAUSE RIZ WAS PUTTING THE PRESSURE ON #and frankly good for him where tf would this team be without riz truly #fantasy high #ok rant over #cassandra fantasy high #kristen applebees #dimension 20 #don’t mind me

[niphredil-14]

So I see that your request is open? Sign me in!

If you don't mind, this’ll be a platonic request of Leo + reader where they're pretty much each other's ride or die. April introduced reader to the turtles and somehow reader and Leo are already throwing one-liners and jokes back-to-back. Congratulations, there's two now. They're each other's besties and homies, when one causes trouble you know the other is around the corner to bail them out. Not afraid to talk about their deepest feelings when they're just reading Jupiter Jim comics while wearing matching unicorn onesies.

I love close relationships where it's not romantic but pretty much platonic, makes me comfy-

I totally get what you mean about platonic fanfics/relationships, not everything needs to be romantic or sexual! Everything in moderation. Also, sorry it took so long to respond, I was just turning this idea around in my head for a while. I wasn't sure if you wanted eveyone's reaction, or just Leo's, so I just went with Leo's but let me know if you want the others too.

Leonardo:

Safe to say, Leo would be the happiest with your addition to the team. Has on multiple times told April that he owes her his life for introducing you to them all. It doesn't matter whether or not you've ever even heard of Jupiter Jim, by the time Leo's done with you, you're going to be a megafan too. Or, at the very least, know everything about the series. If he's feeling generous he might agree to take turns choosing a series to binge. But that's only if he's feeling very generous. I love the idea of Leo having "tea-time" with his best friend, where you and he (and sometimes April and/or Cassandra) will sit around and talk shit. Tea-time usually lasts a minimum of three hours. I hear your unicorn onesies, and I raise you, you wearing a turtle onesie, he probably bought it for you so that you could "match" and it would be super cute. If the two of you do wear unicorn onesies, they either both have to be blue, or at the very least (he really wants to match) his has to be blue. He fully expects you to take his side ANY time he's in any level of a disagreement, regardless of if he's right or not. If Raph is on his case about how Leo leads, he needs you to be standing behind him with your arms crossed and nodding along to anything that he says. If Mikey is accusing him of a harmless prank (it was likely NOT harmless), then he needs you to be ready to defend him from his barbarian of little brother. Sleepovers are mandatory with Leo, and often consist of all the stereotypical sleepover activities, movies, pillow fights, witchcraft, makeup, horrendous food combos, the usual. I feel like at the sleepovers is when/where you two would drop lore, just fully trauma dump, have a good cry, and then just move on to the next activity. Leo would be so good at comforting, though he will call your mom a cunt for not getting you that ridiculously priced doll when your were eight, and then he would just wrap you up in one of the best hugs ever. You'd better do the same for him!! Overall, I think Leo would just be so excited to have someone around that's so much like him!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt leonardo #tmnt leo #rottmnt leo #rottmnt leonardo #tmnt leonardo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #tmnt platonic leonardo x reader #rottmnt platonic leonardo x reader #tmnt platonic leo x reader #rottmnt platonic leo x reader

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Hello!! Can I request the Dimetrescu’s? Y/N being extremely possessive :) Like so possessive to the point that if any of the maids even glanced at them with any sort of intention Y/N just goes fucking apeshit? Better yet, Heisenberg says something at a meeting (or whatever they do) about the dimetrescu’s and Y/N Legit threatens him? Lmao, I just see it being a funny concept of Y/N having the personality of a feral dog and the ladies are just: “Awe, they’re so adorable 🥰🥰🥰”

Yeah! Feral Y/N is a funny idea. I’ve definitely gotten into a few physical fights defending girlfriends (And being jealous) before. I got this. I went in a more protective direction for some, though. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina is quite possessive of you, that’s for sure. However, what she doesn’t know is that you are also very possessive of her.

When Alcina has to go to family meetings, she occasionally takes you along.

One time, Karl was starting his usual insults and ragging on Alcina, but you weren’t having it.

You marched straight over to him and got up in his face. “You got a problem with my girl, Karl?” You ask, pissed.

Karl was surprised to see you getting so angry at him. He thought you two were good friends.

“Well, I was just-” Karl begins.

“You were just what, huh?” You say pushing him pretty hard.

Karl was caught off guard and fell on his ass from you shoving him.

You stand over him and hold him down with your foot on his chest. “Are we gonna have any more problems, Karl? I think you should apologize to Alcina, now.” You tell him and grind your foot harder on his chest.

Karl coughs and splutters from the weight of your foot on him, but manages to wheeze out “Sorry!”

You’re satisfied and take your foot off his chest. “Great!” You say and happily go back to snuggle with Alcina.

Alcina is blushing like mad and feels a little bit aroused from your display. She’ll make sure to “Thank you” later.

Bela:

You and Bela enjoy going for walks around the village. It’s usually peaceful, but sometimes villagers approach to insult Bela and blame the Lords for all of the problems in the village.

Bela is incredibly upset when this happens. She’s unsure of what to do, but you have no problem standing up for her.

On one walk, a villager sneers at you and Bela and starts spouting vitriol. Bela begins to shut down. You’re pissed.

“Hey, why don’t you look in the fucking mirror and realize that your life sucks because of you. Quit blaming others for your problems, idiot!” You yell and protectively push Bela behind you.

The villager is livid and comes over to sock you in the face. You beat him to it. You punch the ever loving shit out of him and he goes falling over, yelping in pain.

“Try it again, asshole!” You scream and lean over him.

Bela, sensing that you’re getting even angrier, frantically tugs you away and guides you back to the castle.

Once you two are a safe distance away, you turn to Bela. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Bela giggles and cups your face with her hands. “I’m fine, Y/N. But it is nice to know that I have my own bodyguard now.” She says and kisses you.

You’d be her bodyguard anytime. You love her so much.

Cassandra:

Cass hates when she has to meet with prospective clients for the wine business. Typically, this is Bela’s job, but her older sister is helping Alcina with something else today so here she is.

The only upside is that you’re here with her. As you two wait for the client, she talks to you and gives you little pecks on the cheek. It’s nice.

When the client does show up, 15 minutes late, Cass adopts an air of professionalism (Which is kinda hot to see) and welcomes the sleazy guy in.

You don’t like the way he’s looking at Cass and you shoot daggers at him the whole time.

Towards the end of the meeting, it’s clear the guy doesn’t want to do business but rather wants to take Cass on a date.

“I’d be honored if you would join me for dinner tonight.” He tells her. Cass just scoffs, but you see red.

“Actually, she’s taken, buddy.” You say standing up and escorting the guy out.

“Thanks for wasting our time today. Don’t ever come back or we’re gonna have a problem, understand?” You threaten and literally push him out the door. The guy looks like a deer in headlights as you close the door in his face.

You turn to Cass… Who looks really turned on.

“Bedroom… Now.” She says, breathing heavily.

Hell yeah, this day isn’t turning out to be bad at all.

Daniela:

Dani is so sweet. Sometimes, she has difficulty standing up for herself. That’s why it’s good she has you.

Certain maids, who have been employed at the castle for a while, feel that they shouldn’t have to do as much for Dani because she always “Makes the worst messes”. However, they’re often pretty rude about it.

One morning, Dani comes across a maid that she has known for years. You just happen to be with her.

“Hello, Ingrid! Would you mind changing the sheets on my bed and just straightening up my room a bit? I’d really appreciate it!” She says in her usual cheery voice.

Ingrid just rolls her eyes and huffs. “You know, Lady Daniela, it might be good for you to start doing your own chores for once. Either way, I don’t have time today.” She says and walks off with a grunt.

Dani is close to tears at the rude way Ingrid just spoke to her. That makes you extremely angry.

“Hey, Ingrid. Come back over here.” You order between clenched teeth.

The maid groans and walks back over. “What?” She spits.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you’re employed in the castle as a maid. In fact, you are assigned to Daniela personally, right? So why don’t you suck it up and go do your job before I report you to the Countess for insubordination. Got it?” You seethe.

At the mention of Alcina, the maid stands up straight and nods her head before hurrying to clean Daniela’s room.

You roll your eyes at the little chicken shit, but Dani tackles you and covers your face in kisses.

“My hero!” Dani exclaims. You’re happy you were able to help.

Masterlist

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

[fantasy-relax]

MC being a menace to themselves and everyone else.

Also MC with Dani and Angie:

Hands Daniela a bag full of snacks, drinks and cream for muscular pain

"Be careful, take your time if you want to do a new trick. This night you choose the movie, have fun darling!

Sit Angie at the table were a lot clubs pamphlets lie:

"I was thinking that you and me can go in a trial for every club in school, maybe something catch my attention finally, I feel like having no talent mean more opportunities, you know?"

"you can go alone"

" yeah but I want to go with you, I'm not good at being social and if I drink more alcohol I will go in a coma, so what do you say, sunny?

".. Okay"

That being said they're still a menace.

Someone says shit about Angie Sexuality. Mc hits them with a bat

Someone says that Daniela is the useless dimitrescu. HERE COMES MC WITH THE STEEL CHAIR.

Daniela have to defend MC from her family, Bela disapproves MC for their behavior and every single time that Mc is close to alcina... Well things don't go well.

MC : "DON'T TALK TO ME YOU BREATH STINKS BECAUSE OF ALL THE SHIT YOU SAID"

Alcina: "YOU INSOLENT BRAT"

MC: "THIS BRAT IS GONNA SHOVE YOUR STATUES IN YOUR PUSSY AND I'M SURE THAT THERE WILL BE SPACE FOR MY FOOT"

Daniela: "OKAY WERE GOING NOW"

MC Throwing a coconut to alcina: "MAYBE THIS THING COULD TEACH YOU HOW TO BE A GOOD MOTHER"

Daniela: WERE YOU EVEN GET THAT?

Yeah better keep them away.

Cassandra... Is kinda hard to explain.

Cassandra: "hey handsome, do you wanna go with me?"

MC without blinking:

"Why do you think I will be interested in a insecure playgirl that doesn't understand what romantic feelings are and hide behind a mask so much that doesn't know how to be herself anymore so she try to fulfill her needs by chasing the glamorous lights of fame, forever trapped in a vicious circle of fleeting pleasures"

Cassandra:...

Daniela:.. We are going now.

MC can't be mean to donna it feel like kicking a abused puppy and Angie only said good things about her.

Angie: I don't understand why she wouldn't let me go outside of this fucking town.

MC drinking a smoothie: maybe she is so traumatized that feels the moment you're far away from her, something bad could happen to you and she will be incapable of saving you. Losing the only good thing left in her life.

Angie:... I think I need to visit her now.

Because of this, both of them are ready to turn a blind eye to MC feral and weird behavior.

Did they know a lot things about everything without reason? Absolutely, pass the salt please.

Someone steal all the sugar in the Cafe? They know nothing please ignore the boxes in the room.

Vandalism in all the walls of the school? How outrageous! *kick a can spray paint behind the couch*

There has been a fire in a room under the watch of alcina? Wow, truly surprising *Angie says meanwhile in the back Daniela is gesturing wildly to an unapologetic MC with ash in their face*

They care for each other very much and every loop MC do something nice for them. It hurts only little when they look at MC with distrust. They can start again, is okay.

#Resident lover #daniela dimitrescu #angie beneviento #My shithead mc

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Bittersweet Revenge

Alcina Dimitrescu x FEM! Reader

(A/N- I hope you enjoy this! Tell me what you think about this in the comments or reblogs, I would really appreciate it!)

(Warning: Angst, swearing, heavy description of blood and gore)

In all your years of life you’ve never expected to meet a person like Alcina, but damn were you grateful for her. Despite how Alcina treated the other maids, she had a soft spot towards you. Always taking good care of you whenever you were ill, made you feel safe, and much much more.

You were hiding in your bedroom, slightly shaking from fear. You had just encountered Ethan Winters, luckily he didn’t see you. You knew who he was because Cassandra told you about how he entered the castle and got captured. So why was he roaming around? How in the hell did he manage to escape?

You take a deep breath in before breathing out, your anxiety starts to calm down as you think about Alcina. You have faith in her that she can defeat him, she is incredibly strong after all. A mere human cannot be able to kill her.

Some time passes by and you hear a loud menacing roar, you know instantly that it’s Alcina. It concerns you that she had to result to that form, but you still hold a strong sense of faith in your heart.

You waited and waited for what felt like ages until you heard the fighting come to a halt. Surely Alcina would’ve come find you after she transformed back to her usual self, right?

So you waited..and waited..and that’s it you’ve made up your mind. You are going out there to check on your love.

You walked around to where they just battled, stepping over some debris before you saw her. Your one and only love of your pitiful life crystallized on the cold ground.

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you felt a overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt for not protecting her. You should’ve done something, anything to help her win. You walk up to your deceased lover and hug her tightly, warm tears fall on the ice cold crystal.

Soon your tears stopped and you felt the blood in your veins boil with rage. You are gonna kill that ma- no, monster you are gonna kill that fucking monster.

You gave a soft kiss on the crystal head before whispering a quiet “Rest my love” to it. You got up and quickly but quietly went to your bedroom to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to yourself.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a steel pistol. The look of it saddened you as you faintly remembered Alcina gifting that to you just in case something ever happened and she wasn’t there to protect you anymore.

Loading up the pistol, a sinister smile appears on your face, “Don’t worry my Lady, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” You say with certainly. Opening up the drawer below, you pulled out a belt, sheaths, and a few knives.

The rage continued to boil throughout your blood as you suited up, putting on the belt, attaching the rough leather sheaths to it, and putting the knives inside and the pistol in it’s holster. You had everything set now for your perfect revenge.

You carefully walk outside, the cold breeze hitting you. It was a weird feeling to be in the freezing cold but not feel cold at all, you can thank your anger for that. You were looking around for awhile until you finally saw him. He was trading stuff with the Duke and you carefully walked closer.

The Duke gave a small glance towards you, opening his mouth to speak. You shot a rage filled glare at him and he kept quiet, but still had that smile on his face.

You got closer and closer until you stopped. You were right in front of him. That monster. You swiftly but quietly pulled out your already loaded pistol and fired two shots. One of the shots hit Ethan’s left arm and the other on his right. The bullets went through his bones so he couldn’t move his arms, he turned around and tried to back away. There was nothing he could really do to defend himself without the use of his arms.

You tighten your grip on the pistol before firing two more shots hitting his knees, causing him to fall on the hard ground. You drop the pistol and pulled out your knife, getting on top of him you say,

“I’m gonna make sure this hurts.” You stab him in the shoulder making sure the knife is as deep as it can go and cut all the way to his wrist. A loud pained groan erupted from him, making a smile appear on your face. “Ah that’s music to my ears. Come on, you can be louder, right?!” You yelled over his groans.

He was struggling but you overpowered him using pure rage and the struggling only added fuel to the fire. You pulled the knife out of his wrist and brought it down, stabbing one of his testicles. You laughed and laughed as his pained groans turned into yells and failed attempts to get the Duke to help.

“He ain’t gonna help you so just give it up.” As you said the last word you pulled out the knife and stabbed through his digastric muscle, you also managed to stab his tongue in the process. You grabbed the other knife with your free hand and stabbed his right eye. When you got the knife out, you took the stabbed eye and shoved it in his mouth, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to chew on the organ and turn it into pure mush.

When you forced him to swallow it, you stabbed his throat and he started to suffocate. You took the knife out of his digastric muscle and sliced through both of his cheeks, carving a smile on his face.

“Great I’m glad you’re just as happy as I am!” You say in a psychotic manner, your crazed smile never leaving your face.

You watched as he slowly stopped struggling and the light in his left eye died. You laughed one more time as you thought about his pained face, “Finally the monsters dead.”

You got up off the corpse and gathered all your weapons, and walked to the castle. You didn’t care if you were all bloodied you just wanted to go home..

Home, that single word brings a question to mind. Where was home? Home is supposed to be a place where you feel comfort and peace. Oftentimes it’s a place where you can come back to someone, but where was it? You didn’t have what everyone called a home, instead the only thing you had was..

You fell hard on your knees, as tears came down your bloodied cheeks and made a pitter-patter noise as they made contact with the ground, you had nothing now.

....

#re8 x reader #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina x female reader #alcina x reader #alcina x y/n

[deeptrashwitch]

And finally, Price's partner! And since the damned jury in my head didn't come to a conclusion, I'll do the sheet for both and you can choose with which one you feel confortable! When it come to the snippets/thoughts/etc I'll refer to these babies as "they/them/their", and in this sheet I'll refer also as them on the trivia section and the story with Price.

OC: Jayden/Cassandra "Cold Heart" Fisher

Nationality: American

Age: 38

Birth date: 24th november 1986 - Chicago (U.S.A)

Residence: Washington D.C

Profession: Corporate lawyer

Height: 1,85 m/ 6' ft (both)

Weight: 83 kg

Blood type: AB+

Pronouns: He/Him (Jayden) | She/Her (Cassandra)

Sexuality: Homosexual (Jayden) | Heterosexual (Cassandra)

Relationships

Jonathan "Bravo Six" Price (boyfriend)

Paul Fisher (father)

Samantha "Sam" Cohen (friend)

David "Bonnie" Cooper (friend)

Irene "Flare" Sayre (friend)

Trivia

-They have a quirk of always wear gloves on their daily life, but they aren't germafobes or anything. It's something no one can explain, but no one is complaining either, so they can keep the gloves on.

-The nickname "Cold Heart" appeared from a trial, where they didn't hold back during it. The pleads didn't matter, Jayden/Cassandra did their work and won the case. (Although, they aren't made of stone. It felt wrong after...but work is work)

-Since university, they had their time with insomnia and now they have a better sleep schedule. But from that first time on, the group mock them for it, calling them "the tired parent" of the group, also because they are the oldest as well.

-When they are with John, they're more relaxed and they laugh easier than usual. And when they are late thanks to their work, Jonathan awaits for them with the dinner ready and everything prepared for a relaxing night. That's one of the things they love most about him.

Random quote

"I just want to remind you something. I won't defend you if you end up in trouble...not that I'm qualified anyway" -to Irene and David

When and how they met their partner?

A bit cliché, but it was on the cinema. Jayden/Cassandra were thinking about going with a co-worker, but said co-worker ended up with a late hour case. And since they already had the tickets, as well they should find what to do with the other one.

They tried to call anyone on the group, but all of them already had plans, so they just looked around the cinema. In that moment they saw Price, who was muttering impaciently on the queue for the tickets, and they did the best impulsive decision ever. They offered him the other ticket, to which he accepted, and they went to watch the movie.

Unfortunately the movie was really boring, so they wanted to get out of there, and when Price saw thier reaction, he invited them to eat something. They were surprised, but when they asked about it, he told them that it was a thanks gesture for the ticket. And soon the two of them went to eat on a cafeteria, talking and when John felt interested on them, he gave them his number.

From then on, they went to walk or just to pass the time around the city.

#ocs #oc #cod oc #call of duty #cod mw2 #captain john price #john price x reader #john price

[chemzee]

Just a small ramble about Cass, Wallpaper and my personal rewriting of hpma story so don't mind me. Might delete later. It's all my personal opinion tho so feel free to disagree with me.

As much as I defend Cassandra a lot (I'm afraid people from the server can confirm that) I would be lying if I said I can defend her bullying. Nothing against bully characters, I have a tendency to enjoy them (which is kinda weird given how I was bullied myself literally all my life and everywhere I go 💀) I genuinely don't like that part of Cassandra's character, I like her so much more outside the main story, like, don't get me started on how much I believe Y3 did her absolutely dirty and somewhat mischaracterized her (in my opinion that is) for sake of antagonizing her. And especially as someone who, unfortunately, happens to enjoy DanCass a lot, I do feel pretty iffy about that part of their canon dynamic.

I feel like Cass, as a bully, specifically in Y3, feels a bit overpowered. I understand why she wasn't punished in Y1, bc like, she almost got killed, but in Y3? I genuinely believe she'd work a lot better as a rival character, someone on equal grounds with the main cast, who just messes with us rather than bully, because her being a bully who gets away with pretty much everything creates a very unhealthy power dynamic and I'm not really a fan of that, especially given how it's clear our mc and Cassandra are friends or just enjoy each other's company enough, somewhat.

Which is kinda how I personally rewrote her dynamic with the cast and specifically Daniel: a rival character, who sometimes gets along with the main cast but often messes with them because she sees them as competition (which is how I feel they're portrayed in sidequests, Cass rarely, if ever, bullies the main gang, she's just mean to them or sometimes even actually kinda nice, in her own way, these sidequests being the main reason I love her sm). Yet because of her arrogance, she still judges people based on their family background, because for her, it's safe to assume you're going to be similar to those who raises you. And she just kinda takes things a bit too far in Y3 and the moment Daniel attacks her and McGonagall gives her a speech she's like "... Oh shit." and the realization that she really crossed the line for some petty rivalry hits her like a truck, which would initiate the whole redemption arc of hers.

But it's just my rewrite ig hehe

#chemzee rambles lmao #hpma

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Glass Onion is a fun movie. It promises a fun, colorful, campy homage/parody of the murder mystery genre, and it delivers exactly that. Clearing that bar (delivering what is promised) is both a bare minimum and something that projects on the areas of my interest have failed to clear for the past few years.

So, yeah, I watched Glass Onion and I enjoyed it very much. After about a day of letting the experience sink in, I think I can understand both the passionate praise and the passionate loathing. For the most part.

Glass Onion is a sequel to Knives Out, and as first sequels go, it's pretty good. It's not the exact same story of the last one, but with different characters, even if there are similarities (i.e. the working class main heroine), and just that makes it better than at least half of every sequel I have ever watched. But it's also not as good as Knives Out. It's definitely NOT better. It's not terrible, it's not a huge drop in quality, but it isn't as good.

While Knives Out has a good pacing, where the rhythm of the story starts slow and mounts higher and higher towards the ending, Glass Onion has a very slow beginning, only really starting to pick up about the 45 minute mark (in a movie that is 2 hours and 20 minutes long, I really think they could have shaved 20 minutes off the beginning of the film and it would have made for a tighter experience). We get a few minutes of big tension and then it slows down again to fill us in on the backstory (here I feel Rian Johnson's infatuation with plot twists is a drawback; considering the twin sister plot is very cliched -which is fine in a story that hinges around the most obvious explanations being right- I feel the story would have benefited from the audience knowing from the get go that Helen was posing as Cassandra. It would have been more traditional, but it would have added much to the initial tension, proverbial bomb under the table and all). The climax and ending of the movie IS long, but I think that is fine because it is focusing on the catharsis we are experiencing vicariously through Helen (this is one of the reasons why I will forever defend Steven Spielberg's War of the Worlds. Sometimes a movie can be just about catharsis, and if it delivers that, then it hasn't failed. I digress).

Characters. While both the characters of Knives Out and Glass Onion are rich entitled assholes, there's a variety and richness to the ones in the former that is absent in the latter. Harlan's family in KO shares their heavy dependence on his money, but in different ways. Harlan's daughter possesses more depth of feeling and strength of character than his son. The son is resentful because he's a little man. The daughter in law and the son in law are both leeches, but their ways of facing life and their relationship to the family are very different. The Gen Z grandchildren are radically opposite in their political views, but both engage in completely performative forms of activism. Ransom's attitude serves a completely different form of dishonesty and laziness than the rest.

In Glass Onion... the assholes are just stock characters. Very much like the game Clue that the movie pokes fun at, they are the scientist, the senator, the passé diva, the overworked secretary, the trashy entrepeneur and his trophy wife. They are all opportunistic, worthless assholes, but there's little to differentiate them and justify their inclusion other than filling the screen and adding star power. What does make the difference, character wise, between Peg and Whiskey? What does Lionel really want out of the money and power he seeks? What has Claire of distinctive other than wearing beige?

Speaking of which, costumes. They are fun, eye catching and suited to the characters... for the most part. We get that Claire is beige, we don't need to have her LITERALLY wear only beige all the time. You can throw some white and navy blue or black in the mix and you'll still get the message across without making it cartoonish. Benoit Blanc! Look, his costumes are a lot of fun, but I have a hard time believing the man who dressed in the most plain and boring colors possible in Knives Out just dresses like that in summer. I'm certainly not demanding he wears only neutrals, but Glass Onion!Blanc gives the vibes of someone that would dress in winter as the male version of Linda.

Glass Onion is not a perfect movie. But it remembers that light is an essential part of film (the sequence under the lighthouse lighting is beautiful) and in that way it looks classy. It remembers that plot holes and inconsistencies need to be papered over instead of highlighted: the plot of the movie hinges on Cassandra being both a good reader of human nature (knowing which people will connect well with other people) and a terrible reader of human nature (the email is one of the most stupid moves conceivable), a clever, foreseeing entrepreneur (she was the one to have the brilliant concept of Alpha that made Bron a billionaire) and a person who cannot look ahead to the future (she doesn't ensure she has a paper trail that supports her intellectual property in the company, even living in a post social-network world). The movie is aware of this, so it heavily moves the focus onto Helen and her revenge quest. It remembers that audiences would rather be pandered to than abused and belittled (YMMV as to how much the "burn the rich" message can ring as genuine in a 40 million dollar movie or as just panem et circenses). It remembers that satire needs to make the caricature of the satirized recognizable and realistic enough, and that a movie in a genre is indebted to the genre and cannot act like it has invented it (I'm staring at you, Don't Worry Darling, on both accounts). It understands that attention to detail can elevate mediocre material and that people do notice, even if they cannot articulate it (this goes from the infamous Starbucks coffee cup on the set of GoT to the absurd carelessness and sameness of late MCU productions).

And that is, sadly, nowadays, a somewhat tall order to fulfill. So I understand why people are going crazy over this movie. I also understand why that irritates the hell out of others.

In the end, Glass Onion is a fun movie. And that was enough for me.

#Glass Onion

[inquisimer]

the burning comes first

Some classic "mage who has never been Purged before gets that Fun Experience" for the first day of @febuwhump. The prompt was helpless and you can read it on AO3 here!

Female Lavellan/Solas | Rated T | 1326 words | CW: canon-typical violence

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Surrounded by Red Templars, the Inquisitor collapsed.

She fell mid-swing and her staff skittered beyond reach across the icy scape of Emprise du Lion. Not that she was attempting to fight anymore. Like a fish out of water, she gasped, gaped, one hand clutching at the high collar of her armor.

Without regard for the enemies still bearing down on her, Irosyl scrabbled for the buttons over her throat.

The world was sharp and harsh and piercing. She did not exhale but her lungs went flat and she could not fill them up. Against her knees, the snow cut like diamonds, each individual flake a knife in her skin.

She reached for the Fade and met…nothing.

“Fenhedis,” she gasped, or tried to. When she opened her mouth, only a wheeze escaped. Watching her reflection grow larger and distorted in the chest plate of an approaching Templar, she realized: she was going to die. Her staff was out of reach and she could not call the Fade, could not even lift herself up off her knees. She was going to die.

Lethanavir, friend to the dead, be friend to me. Guide my feet, calm my soul, lead me to my rest.

The Templar raised his sword and brought it down, arcing straight at her exposed neck. Irosyl closed her eyes.

But the steel did not cut into her skin.

Instead, a harsh clanging, too loud and too close. When she opened her eyes, she saw the purple haze of a barrier over her body, though she could not feel its usual buzz. Standing above her, Cassandra batted the Templar away. Her shield had taken the blow that would have ended Irosyl’s life.

“Inquisitor, move!”

She tried. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to flee, but her legs were leaden and the air around her was like moving through molasses. She threw herself to the side, but moved only an inch.

Her defender remained, but Cassandra's patience bowed under Irosyl’s lacking response. Having to stand over the Inquisitor's prone body limited her maneuvers and they’d only just been holding the field, even with Irosyl up and fighting.

"Inquisitor—“ she started, but her fruitless plea was lost as a wave of force slammed against Irosyl. Ass over tea kettle, the elf went flying.

She slammed into a snowbank and fell limp, like a rag doll. Squeezing her eyes shut against the sunlight—too bright, burning bright, it hadn't been so bright a moment ago—she could do nothing but pray.

Minutes later, or perhaps hours or perhaps days, a shadow darkened her closed eyes. When no one grabbed her and no blade struck, Irosyl risked a glance.

"Solas," she said. It came out as an unintelligible groan. Knelt before her, several feet between them, Solas winced.

“Ir abelas," he said quietly. "May I touch you?"

Irosyl frowned, opened her mouth to tell him of course, then thought better of it and nodded instead. Still, he hesitated.

"I am going to help you sit up," he said carefully. "If it is too much, indicate however you can and I will stop."

What was he on about? Healing in the field was rarely so delicate—they needed it frequently, and expediently. She jerked her head in a semblance of a nod. Hopefully it conveyed that he should get on with it.

Gently, stressfully gently, Solas grasped her shoulders. At once, she understood.

Fire flared where his fingers touched her and not the kind that licked pleasure to her belly. Like thousands of ants walking across her skin, like a druffalo on her chest. Too much, too intense, even as light as he kept his touches. She screwed her eyes shut to block out the light once more.

Solas muttered ceaseless apologies and as soon as she was propped upright against the snowbank, his hands vanished from her arms.

"Seeker, a lyrium potion!" His voice blared like a signaling horn in her ear. Why must he shout?

Bottles clinked around the Seeker's smooth accent, calmer now after the battle. "What has happened? Is she injured?"

Irosyl heard Solas' huff like a boom of thunder, wincing even as she smirked.

"She is not behaving this way by choice, Seeker." His voice softened. "Irosyl? Can you open your eyes?"

Slowly, she did. Just a crack. The sunlight glaring off the snow and ice was still too bright, but manageable as long as she looked through her lashes. Solas uncorked the lyrium potion and held it to her lips. The cold glass rim made her wince.

"Ir abelas," he repeated. "Drink—it will help."

He tipped the vial back and she drank hungrily. She was not unfamiliar with lyrium potions—the Dalish might use them sparingly, but the Inquisition had no such compunctions. Particularly with the amount of battle magic they worked. In general, the potion buzzed like supercharged carbonation on her lips. If she let her mana get foolishly low, it might leave a low burn in the back of her throat. Strength would flow into her limbs like a rushing river.

This did not feel like that.

Her mouth, her tongue, her throat were on fire. It licked through her useless limbs and her whole body tensed like a puppet on a string. She surged up and gasped—

Ice. The air she inhaled was painfully frigid and somehow that made the fire worse, not better. Distantly, she noted that the potion was helping—her lungs accepted a full breath—but the process was blindingly painful. Tears pricked at her eyes as she swallowed the last of it.

Static surged from her heart, coursing through her veins out to her extremities and back again. Casting aside the empty vial, Irosyl grasped at the snow around her, reaching for something grounding.

Solas caught her wrists. "Do not try to cast," he urged her. "Ir abelas, lethallin. It will pass."

Like a candle snuffed, the energy surge from the lyrium potion snapped. Irosyl fell weakly back against the snowbank, but this weakness was familiar, that of an overdone workout or casting fatigue. On a greater magnitude than she’d ever experienced, but her blinding panic abated as she sank into the familiar pain. Solas pressed another lyrium potion into her hands.

“Drink this as well,” he ordered in a tone that brokered no argument. “I will explain to the Seeker.”

“Explain what?” Irosyl croaked, relieved to hear her voice, however cracked and grating. “I—you know what happened?”

“You don’t?”

“No!” she wheezed, doubling over coughing. “I’ve never experienced anything like that.”

Solas hummed. Rather than walking away, he beckoned the Seeker over.

“Inquisitor, are you well? What happened?”

“She was Purged,” Solas said. “Possibly Silenced at the same time.”

“Are you certain? I’ve never seen such a severe reaction.”

His words sent a different kind of chill down Irosyl’s spine. Straight out of her Keeper’s cautionary tales or her own horrific nightmares. Uncorking the lyrium potion, she took a swig to wash the bitter taste from her mouth.

“It is not uncommon in those who have little exposure to Templars or their abilities.”

“Fucking shems.” Irosyl downed the last of the potion; this one slid down her throat with just the usual buzz. She flexed her fingers and found that when she lifted her head to glare at Cassandra, it gave her no trouble.

“I saw her aspect vanish entirely from the Fade,” Solas continued. “It is…an unpleasant sensation.”

“Understatement,” Irosyl muttered. Doubt twisted the Seeker’s face, but there was no arguing with the Inquisitor’s hunched, broken frame. Her lips parted around something—another argument, an apology? But she faltered.

“I will find a place to set camp,” she finally said. Solas nodded.

“That would be best.” He held his hand out for Irosyl to take and pulled her to her feet. She had to lean nearly all of her weight against him to remain upright. “The Inquisitor needs to rest.”

#febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday1 #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #solavellan #oc: irosyl lavellan #irosyl x solas #ws: the old life haunts the new #violence & injury #my writing #dragon age fanfic

[dailycass-cain]

Batgirls #13 Review

Batgirls #13 closes out the quick two-issue parental arc as we also pass the one-year anniversary of the comic. Did it continue the highs of the prior arc or did we have another clunker two-parter? Well, here are my thoughts on the issue and arc as a whole.

I'll start with the negative. Because I know many are probably waiting for me to tear into the parts that I didn't enjoy and yeah... there's a big one in this issue.

Lady Shiva in this issue barely felt like Lady Shiva. She felt way too aggressive toward Stephanie and I get that the issue "has to have" a big fight. But..

.. I think it would've been nice subversion if that didn't even occur this issue between Shiva and Steph. Once the cat was out of the bag. It just felt so... off seeing Shiva defend Cass this much.

I mean it's better than being evil and careless but... to this extreme?! I would've enjoyed it more just to see Stephanie just laid it all out when Shiva figured it out.

But... Shiva in all of this and the history with Cass-- just felt wrong. Shiva has never tried to mold Cass into being something she wasn't.

She didn't have anything to "mold" at all. It feels really odd in a way because it feels like negating this bastard, David Cain, the one who truly was trying to "mold" Cass into being a killer.

I think that's always lost in the Pre-Flashpoint origins of Shiva where she was just about manipulated and used by David Cain, the true monster of this whole origin.

This bit always seems lost in how truly a monster David Cain was in this all. How the unexpected side-effect is that he actually did care for Cassandra in the end and didn't treat her as coldly as he did Shiva.

Which is why that bit of dialogue felt so off-putting. The thing Cass is so standoffish about Shiva is (prior to the revelation of being her mom) is Cass sees Shiva as a path she could've gone on if she stayed on the path of being a murderer.

That brings me to the OTHER problem I had with the Shiva/Cass stuff in this issue. The entire crux feels so much a retread of stuff we just had TWO YEARS AGO in Batman & the Outsiders.

And here we are this issue with a completely opposite variant:

That's the WHOLE thing we're waiting for. The next PROGRESSIVE STEP.  More an understanding a common ground the two can have between one another but mutually respect the other's lives.

Heck, we're not a year from Shiva trying out actively having a team and doing hero stuff (even if the story was pretty EEEEEH). That should be the new ground for Shiva. This life outside the League of Assassins. But still being Shiva. The line blurred between good/evil.

I get that Shiva is a hard character to write, but when the stories of prior writers literally have set that up. All it takes for the next is to carry that on (or at worst spectacularly ruin it).

Thankfully, writers, Michael Conrad and Becky Cloonan didn't ruin it and we don't have an Emi/Shado situation on our hands. BUT...

This wasn't the dialogue to have between Steph/Shiva this issue. There could've been more. MUCH more to crack into the depths of the relationship between these two and how both struggle but TRY to be there for one another now.

It just comes off as 😬toward the end issue's end Shiva pulling a Darth Vader (but if we're to believe what Steph says) she doesn't really want to rule the League with Cass by her side.

That's why I'm BEGGING both the editor and writers to do a better job with these two next time around. There are better stakes and areas to dig with the two. It just feels like a big retread (when you could've brought up B&O and that BoP run).

Because it's obvious we're getting more of this subplot again once the Hatter and Cluemaster stuff runs it's course. I pray! We don't get a Emi/Shado situation (or worse a Cheshire) because it's soooo cliché at this point with the murder moms and their daughters.

I'm BEGGING for a subversion of this trope so bad. Cass/Shiva could very well BE that subversion. It just takes the right writers to do this on the right path.

My please for the love of GAWD no more of this. It's lazy and by even saying these words makes long-time Cass fans scream internally.

Because I was doing exactly that when reading that bit of narration.

Because my mind flashes instantly back to this:

I HATE that the Shiva/Cass/Steph stuff brought this issue down for me because there was A LOT of good too with this issue resulting in a "mid" then a dumpster fire like say #7-8.

Because the story AROUND the Shiva stuff is GOOD. The Cluemaster stuff is unnerving and creepy as heck. I'm really curious to see where the writers take Arthur here and how it relates to Steph.

Then there's the Babs' stuff in the issue. I think this two-parter was the best-written and best-used bit of Babs in the entire series. Cass/Steph in trouble leading to Babs being Batgirl makes the stuff have higher stakes.

I've been harping how Babs showing up as Batgirl in the series so far has been-- meh. This issue was the first time it felt her being Batgirl here was worth it. Now, let's see this same be used for her as Oracle to boot.

Likewise, the twists and turns Babs/Bruce have with surprise special guest star, Zatanna in unraveling the mystery of how Cass/Steph got body switched.

Again, the reasons as to WHY Cass/Steph got body switched were fascinating. Really the only downside to all of this is how quickly it all ended.

I feel we didn't get a FULL day of Cass/Steph living out the other's life in the other's body. Exploring the differences and similarities. Seeing Steph maybe see the world thru Cass's eyes. Likewise, Cass seeing the world in Steph's.

There could've been one more issue here to have some of that fun. It's truly a pity we had to skip right to Shiva/Cluemaster stuff.

Likewise, I did enjoy the narration boxes in this issue. Barring that one box-- HICCUP.

The boxes did their thing, but also told the reader to, "HEY READ THIS TOO!" Which it did in spades by giving us shoutouts to Birds of Prey and Batgirl Vol. 1. Now give Steph some of that love with nods to her in Robin and Batgirl Vol. 3, please.

If this book does want to claim new readers, it might as well leave these nuggets for them to go dig to find these issues. It also makes jobs easier for me, because I don't have to say, "READ _____ for this!"

But the true highlight this issue? The best thing I utterly adore and am HYPE for #14? Is the art by Jonathan Case. I mean... Jorge Corona and Neil Googe were good and 10s but Case?

There's a Bill Sienkiewicz style here that I adore (maybe @empatheticcain was on that the stuff with style was more a nod to Seinkeiwicz's Batgirl First issue) because Cass throughout this looked so gothic by Case in costume and colors.

Can I also just say how astonishing Case did ALL the colors, pencils, and letters this issue? Like dear GAWD this makes the next issue. The story will basically him using Conrad and Cloonan's script (which I'll give it to them this was a finely tuned issue).

Like please put Case with more of Conrad and Cloonan please. Two issues is just too little. This art is exquisite and gives some of the critics by making Cass/Steph more their age than say much younger.

Baring the Shiva/Cass stuff this issue could've been amazing. It just needed a better look into the past and dig better angle than what we got here. Thankfully everything else was top-notch.

Again I'm begging the writers to do a better job with the history of the character. Please give us subversion in this case and do this mother/daughter relationship between then be consumed by the predictable tropes. There's something really good to mine here.

What can be mined can be truly something UNIQUE. As it stands I am hyped for the next issue because Case's art was a revelation. So to those who've been off the book. Buy Batgirls #14 the art alone by Jonathan Case will be worth it as it will be a silent issue.

No narration boxes.

No weird dialogue.

Just Case using his style to showcase the story and I think we might have something truly special coming January 17th.

#dc comics #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #lady shiva #review

[tyo-mimt]

34/36. @tmnt-event-blog

Many bad things have also resulted in a lot of good.

If someone had told Splinter he'd be getting groceries with the guy who turned him into a rat mutant, he would've called them an idiot and slapped them with his tail. Unless that someone was Orange.

Yet again, the unexpected would always happen, and truth was often stranger than fiction. And that truth happened to be trudging through knee-deep snow across the pavement alongside a disguised goat yokai, the two of them carrying several handfuls of groceries in each arm.

"Are you sure nothing fell on the way out?"

"Doubting me now? If you had so little confidence in me, you shouldn't have asked me to come."

"Don't start that with me now. Orange was the one who suggested we bond."

"Suggested implies you could've refused."

"And let that paint me as the bad guy? You didn't refuse either!"

"Hm." Draxum rolled his eyes at that, hoisting the groceries in his hands as if to adjust them in his hands, "You aren't struggling to carry all of that, right?"

"Worrying about me now? How sweet of you."

There was that look of indignance on his face, as well as the smug grin plastered over Splinter's. "You are insufferable. I should've had Cassandra fill in for me."

"I feel like she'd be more suspicious in public than you would..."

"She may be a little extreme, but it also means she has just as much spirit," Draxum defended, turning pointedly to the rat mutant, "Don't fault her for that."

"I never was. But it does attract a lot of attention."

"Never thought of you as someone who hated the spotlight, Lou Jitsu."

The tail shot up to slam Draxum's jaw shut. "I like the reminder in private! Not out here."

The goat yokai smirked at that. Splinter turned away before speaking up, "But it does make me wonder... just how different things would've ended had things gone differently."

"Oh? In what way?"

"If I didn't escape with my boys, or if you never used my DNA at all," Splinter sighed, "If all of the world's disaster could've been prevented if the past was different at all."

Draxum remained quiet at that, arriving at the garage door but not opening it yet.

"The past is past, it influences our future but doesn't determine it completely." He turned to Splinter properly, "I was so sure I would've decimated humanity by now, yet I find myself living amongst them."

Splinter paused.

"I didn't expect you to be the philosophical type."

"Like I said, life was a lot easier when I didn't like your family."

A brief chuckle, returned with the goat yokai's light smirk.

"Ah, you're right. It doesn't matter. Whatever the future may hold, I'm proud of them," Splinter remarked with finality. Draxum pushed the garage door up and let the rat through. For a brief moment of eye contact, they seemed to finally share the same sentiment, "I'm proud of our family."

"Perhaps you should tell them instead of just me."

"Right... I shouldn't need a reminder to do that."

He approached the door to the lounge room, the muffled humming revealing itself to be screaming as the children ran across the room. The room wasn't in as bad of a condition as he thought; it was just that the couch was on fire.

Oh.

#rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #mystic jingle #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt draxum

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Laundry and Taxes

Doctor Strange x OC, Doctor Strange x Female!Reader, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Flirting

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey remember when I said I'd have this finished soon three weeks ago? Blame Stranger Things.

Summary: “In another life, I would have loved to just do laundry and taxes with you.”

Word Count: 1.4K

A witch and a superhero walk into a laundromat…there had to be a joke somewhere in there. Somebody smarter than her could probably think of a good one.  For the time being though, Cassandra would settle for the site of Doctor Stephen Strange M.D, Ph.D, trying very, very hard to sort laundry on his own. 

“Not that one,” she said.

Strange stopped his hand mid-air, before looking down to the two seemingly indiscernible piles. 

“It’s a shirt,” he said, blankly. “I’m putting it with the other shirts.” 

“What heathen raised you?” She leaned over, pulling the tag out so he could see. “Wash on delicate isn’t just a suggestion. It allows the clothes to last longer.  If I had the time, I’d wash them by hand. How do you think people wore the same clothes day in and day out for so many centuries?” 

“Superior craftsmanship?” he suggested. 

“Well, there is that.” She quickly snatched a stray pair of socks from the pile while she was at it. “And don’t throw this in with jeans. Socks can turn blue just as fast as they can pink.” 

“I didn’t realize there are so many rules,” he noted, dryly. 

“You would if you actually did your own laundry,” she countered. “When’s the last time you did it yourself anyway?”

Strange tilted his head from side to side in thought. 

“College, freshman year…undergrad.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

He shrugged. “I had the benefit of roommates who liked to borrow my notes. Got me all the way through med school.”

She rolled her eyes as she pushed one of the now sorted piles into an empty basket. “Let me guess, after that you even sent your underwear to the cleaners?” 

“Why do I feel like you’re placing a moral judgment on my character?” 

“Oh hush, it’s not as bad as all that,” she said. “We’ll just add it to the long list of life experiences I have over you.”

He laughed, but didn’t say a word against it as Cassandra dumped the load into one of the free washers before opening a second and pulling a load of towels ready to be dried. 

It was a simple pattern, one that she didn’t have to think about after so many years. Honestly, having Strange there as somebody to talk to while she did it made the repetitiveness enjoyable. 

“So, what are you bribing me with today?” she asked. 

“I brought you coffee,” he defended. 

He had, along with a basket of dirty clothes and something about the washer and dryer in the Sanctum not working. He and Wong were still arguing over whose jurisdiction that fell under.

“That gets you one load, folded,” she conceded, opening one of the dryers. “You’ll need to add something else to sweeten the deal.” 

“My company isn’t enough?” 

“It’s enough to get your socks properly bleached.”

Strange nodded in consideration, leaning against the wall.

She could feel his eyes follow her as she finished her task and set the timer forty-five minutes. Nothing left to do but wait. 

She turned to him expectantly. “Well?”

A wry smile came to his lips. “Dinner?”

“It’s a good start.”

“With dessert?” he added, leaning in closer. 

“Hm-hm.”

He hand found her waist pulling her closer as his nose brushed against hers. “And a little something extra after?” 

She grinned, a pleasant shiver running down her spine that vibrated with the baritone of his voice. “I think that will cover it.”

“You drive a hard bargain.”

“And you’re getting off easy.”

“Pardon me. Oh! Cassandra, I didn’t notice you there.”

She held back the urge to roll her eyes, as she reluctantly pulled away, turning her attention to the older woman behind her.

“Good morning Mrs. Williams,” she greeted. 

“Hello dear,” she said, all smiles. 

Cassandra knew better than to trust it. Mrs. Williams was the number one snoop of the neighborhood. If she knew something, soon enough everybody did. Only thing Cassandra could do now was spin the story. 

“And who is this?” Mrs. Williams continued, blinking innocently as if just noticing Strange.

She held back a sigh. “Mrs. Williams this is my boyfriend, Stephen, Stephen this is Mrs. Williams, she and her husband own the corner shop down the street.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Stephen said. Unlike her, he didn’t bother to hide his annoyance at the interruption. Mrs. Williams, however, either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Oh so you’re the man Kat has been seeing lurking around the neighborhood. We were wondering who had snagged you. You don’t live around here, do you?”

“No,” he admitted. 

She nodded, more as an affirmation to herself than anything else. 

“You know it is so funny, you look exactly like that Doctor wizard man,” she continued, thoughtfully. 

Cassandra bit back a laugh. “Doctor Wizard?”

Mrs. Williams glared. “Don’t tease an old woman, you know what I mean.”

“Doctor Strange,” Strange offered. 

“That’s it,” she declared. “I swear you look just like him.”

“You know, I get that a lot,” he said, casually. “I think it’s the temples. Personally, I don’t see it.”

Cassandra nodded along. “Oh definity, you’re not nearly tall enough. When I first met you, I thought you looked like Vincent Price.” 

Strange shot her a look. 

She only smiled, thoroughly enjoying herself. 

“You know, I think you’re right,” Mrs. Williams said, sounding almost disappointed. “Well, I’d better get moving on. It was lovely to meet you Stephen. Give Ellie my love.”

“Will do,” Cassandra promised. 

She carefully watched as the older woman wheeled her laundry down the line of washers towards the exit.  It was only when she was out of earshot did either of them dare to speak. 

“Vincent Price?” Strange questioned. 

“You could star in a biopic.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Thanks for that.”

“Oh don’t take that tone. Have you seen him in Dragonwyck? Very sexy.” 

That got him to laugh properly. 

She had to as well, pushing herself off the wall and taking a seat on one of the folding tables.  “Do you think she figured it out?” 

“I think she’ll get back on the scent eventually, just not today.” 

He moved closer to her, casually placing his hands on either side of her as he leaned down to her eye level. 

“I am a bit surprised you didn’t just spill the beans,” she continued. 

He shrugged it off. “I don’t need everyone to know who I am. Besides, I kind of like this.” 

“This?”

He nodded, his eyes softening.

“Just, being here, with you. I’d like to keep doing it, for a little while longer at least. Besides, according to you, I’ve got a lot of life experiences to catch up on.”

“What, like actually cooking a full meal for yourself?” she said, dryly. 

“For a start.”

“And washing dishes.”

“I know how to wash dishes.”

“Without a dishwasher?”

“See, my point exactly.”

She laughed, allowing her hands to slip around his neck and play with the collar of his shirt. 

“Careful Strange. You keep talking like that, I’ll even let you watch while I do my taxes.”

“It’s a date.”

She paused, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. The way he was looking at her was making it hard to breathe. He really did want to do all that with her, didn’t he?

As if sensing her thoughts, he leaned in closer, brushing his nose against her own before kissing her slow and gentle. 

Something stirred in her his touch. It wasn’t the giddy rush of infatuation. It didn’t burn. It glowed and pulsed warm within her. Her head still spun, but her feet were planted firmly on the ground.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. The look in his eyes never wavered for a moment

It came to her then, not as a bullet to the chest but as a blanket wrapped around her on a stormy night. 

She was in love. 

She loved Doctor Stephen Strange, because she knew, then and there, she could spend the rest of her life doing laundry and taxes with him. 

She didn’t say it. Somehow admitting she loved him in the middle of a laundromat didn’t feel like the ideal place. Instead, she kissed him, hoping it would be enough. 

This was a different love than what she had felt before. She wasn’t going to make the same mistakes. They had time.  She just had to be patient. 

#doctor strange #stephen strange #marvel #mcu #cassandra jackson #doctor strange x oc #stephen strange x oc #marvel oc #mcu oc #doctor strange x reader #2022 fic

[writinandcrying]

Hey! You're still doing ROTTMNT matchups, yeah? If so, could I tell you a bit about me? I'm agender and I have a brutally honest and fiery personality. My friends say that my best qualities are my honesty and my passion. I'm generally a jokester and a huge nerd for bad shark movies and ghostbusters. I often find myself correcting my friends and family on politics or random useless trivia. I get snappy at people, however, due to my passions and stuff. My love language is acts of service. Ty! :D

You got it :)

I match you with..

Cassandra

P.s: I was battling between her and loathsome Leonard as well!! I think both appreciate a fiery / passionate partner >:)

I usually love opposite attract tropes, but in this case Cass needs someone who can handle some heat. I LOVE partners in crime/ fire x fire tropes for her, she def falls for passionate people, so you would definitely call her attention out, specially if your first encounter was you being brutally honest / calling someone bullshit out, wouldn’t be able to think anything but “oh they are hot lol- hell yeah tell them babe” over how frank you can be

She doesn’t really understand the love for bad shark movies/ ghostbusters at first, until she agrees to watch it with you, teasing and joking about it was way more funny then she imagined to be, weirdly enough she starts looks forward in your hangouts, if you ever decide to tease her about it she will meet you with the same intensity (and a punch on your shoulder over teasing her)

Feels like she’s in a rollercoaster with you, absolutely ADORES that you are so passionate about things your love and care, your friends, do you know when you feel there’s a fire inside of you and lights up just by seeing someone you like? That’s how she feels around you, it’s addicting to say the least

Y’all might bark at each other once in a while with both being intense, but in kinda comical how you both can make up so easily as well, I think you two just understand each other, the type of relationship you finally feel understood, that you don’t have to change for anyone, you are both enough for eachother, to the point she knows she can open up her vulnerability with you, and hopes you feel as safe to do the same. happiness just comes along wih the whole relationship

She knows you can defend yourself, but you bet she’s gonna make whoever-decides-to-mess-with-you lifes MISERABLE (endearing and scary at the same time)

Overall: Cassandra meets you eye to eye, your relationship is ardent, honest, intense, but really fun!

Hope you liked it! Match ups are closed (for now)

#rottmnt #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt cassandra jones #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt match up #tmnt match up #rottmnt fandom #giulia writes

[fantasy-relax]

Cassandra

You feel that your fighting scenes are lacking so after playing with the children you go to the training grounds for inspiration. The middle daughter is quick to notice your presence.

"Want to see if you could enter? Oh mighty alpha! "

"No, I done fighting"

"done with it?"

She is interrupted by the trainer but her curiosity is touched. At the end she search for you and there you are sitting on the grass, writing and erasing in your journal. Before she can get close one of the male alpha apprentice get first, the talk starts tame but then she hear the mockery and insults to you, she interrupts with her temper barely contained.

"of course this pathetic alpha need the help of the weird omega!"

Her temper is flaring but before she could respond you do it without looking.

"of course this weird omega kick the ass of the stupid alpha talking shit, you should go to the medic I think your head is fucked up after that beating, or are you that imbecile?"

"you motherfucke-"

"if she have your face not thanks"

"Im gonna-"

"cry? Get lost before I make you eat dirt again"

The boy is gone cursing you, you get up and start walking, the brunette follows you.

"if you could defend yourself you should have done it"

"I don't give a shit about what he was saying I was tuning him out until you came"

" he will want revenge"

"Then I will talk with the captain, if he is like that as apprentice how he will be as a knight?"

"snitch"

"smart"

"you should have punch him"

" I told you, I'm done with fighting"

"what do you mean by done with fighting?"

"that I done with fighting"

"hahaha you are soo funny, you are a alpha! You should be aggressive and savage, not a coward hiding in the corner!"

"*sigh* my lady I am a orphan, since I can remember I been fighting for food, for attention, for my life. I don't wish to fight, I can, I can fight like a rat trapped in a bucket with coal but if I don't need then I will rest, I deserve to rest.

You walk away and she let's you go, she can say anything about that, after all the woman that birthed her only give them enough food to not die and even then is was too little for the three, Bela will give up her portion most of the time to feed Dani and her; beatings and insults were pretty common too, shit they not even known how to talk. They only understood pain, hunger and hate until mother adopted them and showed them about love, trust and safety.

So how can she shame you for searching peace when thats all what she wants for her family?

The next time she sits with you after her practice:

" how are you doing oh talented writer!"

" I think I getting there"

You show her your writing

"nah, this is not what a knight or swordman do"

That's the routine for Cassandra and you, some days both of you will be in the grounds, you will make a scene and she will show you how a fight like that will go. You write a lot more of action scenes and the children are amazed (Cassandra stand up proud of herself in the back when her schedule allow her) her sisters roll their eyes laughing softly.

The moment that she know that she is in love:

Is after a tournament, she was so close to win but she lost her balance in the last moment, she still receives ovation and praise because she was the youngest participant and the only omega, but in her way to the backroom she hears it.

"oh she kick your ass!"

"dude I not gonna fight with a omega girl"

"yeah I was soft too with her"

"this is only temporary, a fancy thing, she will understand that she is not built for this."

"really, omegas only are good for breeding"

She sees red.

The next thing she knows is that she is in the arms of her Mom, her body hurts a lot more there is lot of blood too, in her hands (sharper now), in her face, in her teeth. She is forbidden to participate in more tournaments until she is 18 (she should be banned for life but you know, privilege) her mother scolds her for hours (alcina make sure that the boys suffer from misfortune too) and she is forbidden for practice too at last for a month, she stays in her room and she eats there, her sisters and mom leave her alone. Mia talk to her through the door if she wants to play fight but Cassandra says no, so she let's her be.

You go to see her but she screams at you, the third time that you go, you hear her crying so you opened the door (pick the lock) and enter. She looks at you with wild eyes and when she recognized you she scream at you to go away. You sit slowly in the floor with your hands were she can see.

"what do you feel?"

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK I FEEL!"

"I don't know that's why I asking"

"IM A ANGRY"

"at who?"

"AT THEM"

"who Is them?"

"The stupid alphas, the stupid manthings, the stupid people that think of me as weak, I'm not weak"

"you are not"

" I train hard, I work hard, Im not some stupid girl that doesn't know the world! When my punishment ends I will show them!"

"show them what?"

" that I'm stronger than them"

"that will satisfy you?"

"of course"

"you value more what the stupid alphas, the stupid manthings, the stupid people are saying that what your family says?

"I don't-"

"you do, Cassandra what do you think about you?"

" I- I'm"

"...breath slowly, inside,1, 2,3 4 outside 1 2,3 4"

" I work hard"

"you are hardworking"

"I'm good with the sword"

"you are skilled"

"I'm protective"

" you are protective"

"I'm strong"

"you are strong"

"I'm an omega"

"you are one"

"I'm me"

"you are"

Silence reigns for a few seconds before you talk again.

"Scared people will try to make other afraid too, insecure people will try to make others insecure, they will talk and talk and talk, give them a inch a power over you and then you are trapped in their miserable world too"

"..."

She gets close to you.

" did you know what I did to them? "

"yes"

"I'm a wild child, I can go feral at the drop of a hat, I'm slipping right now"

"Feral not mean violent, means that instinct is governing your mind, and instinct is not all about violence, so I think I will be fine."

She drops in your arms and you hug her, she feels a lot smaller like that. You hear her purring softly and feels her move slowly, she is scenting you let her be just answering with your own purr.

Both of you fall asleep like that, she is the first to wake up and she sees your face drool on your cheek and your arm around her and it hits her harder than any punch, she wants this, you shielding her from the cruel world but letting her fight back just to rest in your arms, like her mother and mom do. You will never have to fight again she will fight for you, you just need to rest.

After you wake up, you check on her after seeing that she is better you stand up.

"do want to help me with some scenes? I can't seem to found the angle"

"With pleasure"

She talks with her sisters, they are happy for her but they are worried about you using her: Bela make a full background of you and Daniela subtly interrogate you. After concluding that you are safe they talk about the middle sister more when they pass time with you.

Bela talk about the bravery of Cass, how she was the one ready to throw hands on anybody, not matter the difficulty. Her honesty and how she never brokes her promises. Truly will be a wonderful knight, truly will be a wonderful partner.

Daniela will talk about how Cass is a softy, really, always buying little trinkets just because remind her of them, how she Is the best storyteller because she actually is very sensitive , if Bela don't stop her Cass will have spoiled her rotten. She is a protector no harm will come to them as long as Cassandra is there. She is a caring sister and she will be a loving mother.

Cassandra will be a amazing wife and mate, don't you agree?

#resident evil village #Au #Re8 #cassandra dimitrescu #Omegaverse

[utilitycaster]

Vex'ahlia for the character questions ask.

How I feel about this character: I love her so much. Favorite Vox Machina character; everything I said about Fjord (charismatic, complicated feelings about identity and leadership and self worth) applies here.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Percy; Zahra. This is also a case of "I don't know if anything would have happened had Pike been around more but like...would something have happened?"

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Vax, Tary.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Broken record once again but like...people are SO weird about the twins and particularly Vex living on for 150 years after Vax dies. Like this was explored in canon, often with Liam initiating the discussion; the POINT of Vex's arc even before Vax's death was on the table was that traumatic events shape us but we cannot let it block us off from joy and experiencing new things and letting other people in and so the whole "Vex is just a vessel of grief after Vax dies" stuff is like. Shut the fuck up and engage with the complex nature of life and death for once.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I'm a HUGE defender of Vex's arc because like...as someone who liked her the most of the characters, it's a good arc! A good arc does not need to be in the foreground if it doesn't make sense, and for her, it doesn't! With that said this is the one case where I do wish we'd gotten to actually see some pre-stream stuff. Early/Comics Vex is so good and even more prickly and bitchy (also - her ranger skills were more valuable during low-level overland travel, most likely) and I wish we'd have seen that.

my OTP: Percy. They're SO good they're just like the most intense people on the continent of Tal'Dorei and the scene where they talk in the forest is like. Travis had the right reaction.

my cross over ship: Vex is 100% the character who would survive and thrive in the world of the Vorkosigan saga or any of the political intrigue sci fi/fantasy books I allude to.

a headcanon fact: I like to think that when she's training Cassandra, post-canon, she does find the baby grey render and find a way to keep it away from the people of Whitestone, but safe.

#vex'ahlia #cr tag #ask meme

[noire-pandora]

And I see my hands can make, The world that is in your mind

Since the authors for the @arlathanxchange have been revealed, I can share the piece I wrote for @bogunicorn​. Thank you for offering me the chance to write about Solas/Cassandra. I hope you like it.

My kuods go to the organisers of this exchange, I had lots of fun participating. And for making this hella cool banner. Look how awesome it is!

My thanks also go to @darethshirl and @sinsbymanka who beta-ed this. You’re the best.

Without further ado, here’s a snippet from my piece. You can read more on my AO3. Kudos and comments are always appreciated!

"Why are you worried about me?"

Solas popped the cork of one of the vials containing the healing potions. His answer lingered stubbornly between his parted lips.

"Well?" she persisted with half a breath.

Solas closed his eyes and avoided her searching gaze. The vials trembled in his hands, but before she could voice her concern about the contents, he spoke again, his eyes still closed. "Why should I not be, when you risk your life every day to defend the Inquisitor and the rest of our group?" His voice trembled in unison with his hands and a knot grew in Cassandra's throat at this sincere display of emotion. "When I know you'll take the fall to defend them, even if it means you will endure blow after blow without complaining even once?"

For months, Cassandra's feelings for Solas have grown at an alarming rate. A gentle infatuation had turned into a burning love. A love she had never dared confess to Solas. For even though he gladly returned her kisses, she could not be sure if their connection was just a fleeting adventure or something more.

She dared not hope, not even then, when his hands begged to be held and comforted. She had to be sure before she allowed the words growing in her heart to unfold.

"But I have done that for so many years," she began, testing the waters. “I have learned to live with it."

"I understand." He nodded, daring to look at her again, the grey of his eyes suffused with an emotion she had dreamed of seeing on his face. "And you do it with so much grace I can not help but feel impressed and fascinated by your strength. But still, it is unfair you have to bear these blows every day."

With a nod, Solas offered her the vials to drink from. She took the medicine without complaint and braced herself for the awful, bitter taste to take her breath away. But instead of bitterness a sweet, honey-like aroma enveloped the inside of her cheeks.

He had sweetened it just for her. Even though she had never complained, he understood her struggles without her saying a word.

"Un— unfair?" She stumbled over the word and tried to keep her head into the conversation. "But it is my duty to do so. That is why I have trained for so many years."

"That is why you still train daily, until your fingers crack from the exertion." As if to punctuate his words, he took the vials from her hand, his fingertips lingering on the blisters and corns covering her skin. "And yet, my heart aches with every cut and scrape I have to heal."

Casaandra snorted. "It should not, or you would go into shock every few minutes."

With a laboured grunt he rose from the bed and approached the table again where he lingered, as if fearing the direction of their conversation. "I have told my heart many times to stop being so utterly foolish but it will not listen."

Seeing Solas, seeing a man fretting over such worries, gave her more pleasure than she had imagined. Yet, she needed to understand why, to be certain it was not her overly romantic imagination playing tricks on her. "I wonder why?"

"Because it's concerned for your fate and safety," he whispered with his head bowed, like a defeated man bowing to the truth. "Because the thought of losing you would..."

"Solas....."

"I know." He laughed, a laugh covered in so much bitterness it stunned her. "I am foolish to fear for your safety, and I apologise for doubting your ability to care for yourself."

"I am glad you do. Fear for my safety, that is."

"You– you do?"

#dragon age #fanfiction #solas #cassandra #solas/cassandra #arlathanexchange #i had so much fun participating in this one #i hope i'll be able to participate in the next one too #and maybe write more! #until then