Ad astra per aspera.

Indie Resident Evil OC | Non-selective | OC, AU, and crossover friendly | Multiship and multiverse | Medium activity | Saved by Cherry |

[constellationcursed-a]

Welcome!

Hello, everyone! You can call me Cherry or Natalie (she/they, CST), and this is my rp blog for my OC, Cassiopeia! You can find my blog directory here.

A study on: living constellation | asking questions | action girl | making wishes | scrounging up bravery | keeping your eyes to the sky | rising from the dead | a ticket to the underworld | your story being told over and over again | canary in a coal mine | songbird and rattlesnake all wrapped into one |

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((Cass has officially been moved over to @constellationcursed ! :))

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((Hey everyone! I’m officially moving Cass over to her own main blog. I write her enough to justify it, and I’m hoping making her a new blog will help with activity. I’m keeping this account up as an archive, but I’ll see you all over at the new account! URL is same :))

[dunwallresources]

send 'memories' where my muse envisions a scene between us whether it's a memory , a wish , or something close because of a near death experience or something similar.

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((This might be linked to my main blog’s issues, but is anyone else dealing with ‘ghost followers’? It says I have 22 followers, but I only counted 21. Not sure what’s going on there, but this hellsite is… something, ahaha.))

[constellationcursed-a]

Favorite Films

without naming them, post a gif from ten of your favorite films and then tag ten people to do the same.

Tagged by: @torntruth

Tagging: @ghostsandmirrors, @diedbelow and whoever else wants to do this!

[dethglory-moved]

𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔? 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑. / ind. pri. sel. roleplay blog for 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐑 from 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐂𝐎𝐌'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. headcanon-based + canon divergent. written by pulsar and sideblog to 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.

psd credit / non-rp blogs do not interact

[soulrph]

send in " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " for the sender to greet a waking receiver after having found them badly wounded and on the brink of collapse at their doorstep.

alternatively, send in " how long was i out for? " for the sender, having woken up on the receiver's sofa/bed/spare bed, to greet the receiver after showing up on their doorstep earlier with serious injuries and in a weakened state.

[sweetfridays]

♡ maia reficco via tiktok ( maiareficco )

[hayaosmiyazaki]

Arrival (2016) dir. Denis Villeneuve

[traitorwaltz]

When your world had been turned on its heel for the third time, it was difficult to tell where to go or what way out was left. He'd woken up a while earlier, ruminating on the message Chris had sent, quiet as he lay beside Cass, eyes studying her expression and memorizing it as they always did.

It hadn't been long before she stirred, maybe sensing the change in the morning air, had picked up on his turmoil and kissed him with a love that was more than love. He was the one to initiate the second a few minutes afterward, soft and light. Her forehead rested against his, and he closed his eyes for several long moments, feeling his hand lifted to her lips — he could see her smile in his mind's eye, and just as he opened his gaze to her, there it was.

"Te amo, Cass." It was a quiet response, devoid of the melody and playfulness that usually entered his sphere of speech, tonight was more somber than anything else and Matías hadn't the energy to pretend, nor was he willing to.

". . . Just don't know what to think."

@constellationcursed from here

[constellationcursed-a]

Cass’ smile faded as the discussion turned more serious. Her husband had obviously been awake for longer than she had, and part of her wished that wasn’t the case. Matías trusted her, and she wouldn’t have been annoyed had he woken her up when he’d had his nightmare. As it was, their intertwined hands rested comfortably against the comforter, and she listened intently.

“Hey, I get it. It is a lot. I’m not sure what I wanna do yet, either, if that helps.”

Cass fell silent for a moment, though the quiet was a mix between comfortable and ominous. Her own world had shifted three times: upside down, right side up, and now, upside down once more. The sting of betrayal never eased, and no magical healing ointment existed for such a thing. She’d hardened herself immensely as a result, but she couldn’t say the same for Matías. She looked into his eyes, searching for something indescribable there.

“Do you think Bailey knows? I wanna talk to her, too. No matter what, we’re in this together, you and I. I’m not doing anything without you.”

@sworn-in-blood

[maviyenot]

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Quarterly Evaluation | open to S.T.A.R.S.

One small slip of paper. That’s all this was, so really, Cass shouldn’t have been giving it so much weight. Her hands trembled slightly as she examined the unopened envelope the way she always did. No matter how long she’d been with this team, butterflies always took hold of her stomach upon receiving Wesker’s analysis. A familiar voice startled Cass out of her thoughts, and she smiled at the other.

“Oh, hey. Did you get your eval yet?” she asked, nodding to hers. The unbroken seal called out to her like a siren, and she set the letter down. “Not sure if I should be scared or not. I’ve been training like crazy, but… I’ve heard Wesker can be harsh.”

Cass cast a furtive glance around the office as if the sheer mention of her captain’s name would summon him here. Her desk was sparsely decorated, but she’d stuck up a few glow in the dark stars, and a blank notebook remained open. Cass crossed her ankles as she leaned back against the desk. What did the other think? Was she making a big deal out of nothing? She’d only been here a few months now, after all.

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"I'm just leaning on the wall, it's fine..." Siren gave a weak smile. Her skin pale as she looked at Cass.

Cass perked up at the sound of the voice, and she turned her attention to Siren. Leaning against the wall? Was she feeling lightheaded? Cass took a few steps towards her, a hand coming to her radio. She could radio medical if needed to, but for now, she wanted to get a clearer picture of how Siren was feeling.

“Hey, you okay?” Cass asked. “Don’t give me some bullshit answer about how you feel fine because that’s obviously not true. Medical wing’s not far from here if you need help.”

[moonlessnight125]

"You can set it down on the kitchen counter." Tundra pointed to the kitchen. "Sorry about the dirty dishes, I haven't gotten around to cleaning them yet." The doctor rubbed the back of her neck.

The episode of Monty Python continued to play in the background. The Spanish inquisition episode.

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“Will do,” Cass replied. She placed the dish on the counter before turning back to Tundra. “My apartment’s still in boxes. I can’t really complain.”

Cass had actually never seen the episode, and her eyes flickered to the screen. She didn’t directly comment on it, but she looked towards Tundra after a moment. Whatever made her most comfortable was something she was happy to do, and she stuffed her hands in her pockets.

“You a big Monty Python fan?”

[viraltoxins]

"Yet here you and I remain, standing on different sides of a collapsing bridge."

She didn't even have to poke and prod that answer out of Cass. The agent could very well have left it at exactly that — but she just had to mention a fragment of leverage Alex could very well pull on, and it didn't matter if it was done particularly rough.

There were many things Wesker could do to someone who'd seen it all, give them a chance to become what they'd fear, or simply suggest a way out of a corrupt organization and watch people fall over their feet for the opportunity.

The other approached the glass, and the virologist never wavered, staring her down with fiery reptilian eyes just the same as her late brother's. Oh, how she could admire the strength the other was trying so desperately to conjure up before her, but it, just as in everything, was just another elaborate façade that Wesker didn't entirely buy. Nobody was completely unafraid.

"Interrogation won't be necessary. It has all already been laid clear, despite theatrics and what your little band have no doubt already hidden from you."

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“The B.S.A.A. isn’t collapsing. Can’t say the same for your little island.”

Alex could make whatever offers they wanted, but she didn’t give a damn. She was contented here, and she wouldn’t switch sides because of a few lies. The reptilian eyes struck a spark of fear in her, but she stepped back. No human would stay dangerously close when they could get bit. Cass kept her own piercing gaze on the virologist while the other spoke.

“If something’s being kept from me, then it’s for good reason. You said it yourself: I’m not the one in charge here. You don’t wanna be interrogated, talk to someone else.”

[septemberkisses]

— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home