Cassandra's Pain @cassandraspain - Tumblr Blog

prettylittleproblem

PILTOVER’S FINEST // besora

dankmemeuniversity

I’m

froginakettle

The youth are lost

duncte123

Not in a million years would I have ever thought of this

lazylittledragon

more of jinx + vi's texts as requested from the last one :3

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bonus bc yes i did draw both of their pictures just to shrink them down to 4 pixels

Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?

Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler

evilvampire

I love when Spike says “I’m your dog!” because it becomes increasingly clear that he’s picturing a Rottweiler or perhaps a Doberman but Buffy’s picturing a yappy Chihuahua or perhaps a crusty eyed white purse dog.

microsff

"Listen," one guard said, "I know we have only just met-"

"No," the other guard said, "we've worked together for years!"

"-but you can trust me when I say-"

"I can't, you have the curse that's opposite from mine!"

"I don't care for you at all."

"Well, I… oh… I love you too."

hb-not-the-pencil

i dont make comics often but this was too cute.

microsff

My first 100k post, after almost thirteen years on this site!

Many huge thanks to @hb-not-the-pencil whose wonderful adaptation of my story has provided most of those notes - I see far more notifications for that than my original.

This also illustratess, incidentally, the two main reasons Tumblr is my favourite social media site: the creative reblog additions that collaborate to build something great, and how posts can keep circulating years after they were first posted, and become part of the site's folklore.

swinging-stars-from-satellites

brightlotusmoon

writing-prompt-s

"Your son will take your throne from you," they prophesized, spitting each word out of teeth clenched tight with hatred. Why they'd bother prophesizing such an event befuddles you; your son is literally your chosen heir, after all.

loveyourllamas

Years later, you realize what the prophets meant. For most of your life your son was your pride and joy; an academic, who would surely lead the kingdom into greater health and wellness. Until he committed the ultimate act of betrayal.

"You will not take my throne from me!" You cling to your grand chair so hard your knuckles turn white.

Your son sighs. "Dad. Dad it's lead-"

"Of course it's lead! It's a strong metal, signifying the strength of our country- this throne has been passed down the royal line for 300 years, 15 rulers before me-"

"That is not enough time for that many people!" Your son throws his hands up in the air. "Because it is lead! It is poisoning you! Didn't you wonder why grandpa died at 40?"

"Ah, pfoo! That's the ancestral curse."

"It's the throne! The throne is the ancestral curse!!!"

littledoggy-girlcollar

the son successfully convinces his father to give up the lead throne. he lives and rules peacefully for much longer than his family’s previous generations, dying in his third score.

the son, upon coronation, receives his own prophecy: “your daughter will tear your castle to the ground.”

now, this is a bit more of a cause for immediate concern, but unlike kings of old, he decides that the best way to avoid this surely gruesome future is to love his daughter the best he can, encourage her interests, and guide her with a steady hand - if she is to ruin his kingdom, after all, then let it be with iron will and care for the people.

his daughter is not violent at all, will only hunt if they promise the kitchens will cook what is killed and will give some to the people, and only takes a passing fancy in swordsmanship (which he thinks is more to do with the jawline of the instructor, not that he says anything). she loves to study and read, and when she asks to go for further education in a different corner of the kingdom, he allows it.

after one year, she returns, and spends the first week back acting shifty. she is always caught ducking out of corners and hidden passages, whispering with staff, and pouring over old maps of the castle layout in the library, hurriedly covering them up when anyone passes.

he privately gets his affairs in order.

two weeks after her return, the king’s daughter approaches her father with a steely look in her eye and a grim set to her jaw.

“father,” she begins, “what do you know of asbestos?”

actualshonenprotagonist

I really fucking love how for three seasons we think Anya is weird because she's a vengeance demon, and then we see a flashback of her in 880 AD Scandinavia and it turns out she's just Like That.

kas-a

I told my homecoming date I’m just going to wear sweatpants to the dance and his reaction was ‘okay just let me know what color sweatpants so my tie can match’