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Sasha has died.

“What,” he breathes, fingers tightening on the phone as the calm professional voice on the other end of the line tells him the world has ended. “No, that-” a sob tries to force its way up out of his throat, and he swallows it back down, cutting his throat like an unforgiving blade. “That can’t be right.”

Sasha, his anchor, his world, he couldn’t just be…

He brushes away tears and speaks again, voice tight and strained through his constricted throat. “What happened?”

Coming in from the cold is a relief; Sasha shakes his head and half-shoots a smile up at the sky as the door closes behind him. Bloody rain, impossibly constant around here. He’s halfway through boots and coat off when he hears a sound from the kitchen–a sound like Cassius may not be as okay as he seemed when they parted ways this morning. The potential for upset always makes things like taking off shoes go faster–and Sasha steps into the kitchen warily moments later.

“Cas?” Is this another panic attack? Is this another don’t touch me please I can’t stand it my head is too loud and all I can taste is history and ashes? Sasha approaches slow, hands visible but not reaching, nor touching. “Cassius, my love–” the blood on the other’s hands pulls a worried sound from Sasha’s throat–but Cas looks physically safe. Not–so much emotionally, but that’s okay. They get through–they always do. “Sweetheart, look at me? Please?”

#the-bab-brigade #cas; thread no #cas; verse stay

The footsteps coming in the door barely register to Cas’ ears -- All of him is dedicated to retreating inwards, to a place where there’s no pain, no horrifying truths about the true mortality of humans. But even the solace of his mind has been rent by the agony in his heartstrings, pain turning into a leaden rope that’s dragging him back to an edge he thought he had escaped from.

And the voice. The soft, insistent voice calling his name. Part delusion, part wishful thinking, he’s sure. Another cruel tear of nails into flesh as he surfaces from his retreat, opening his eyes even though he knows he won’t want to see the world in front of him. And the world does love to play tricks on him, doesn’t it? A face etched with care and with worry is looking down at him, and the sight of it wrenches another wail from his torn throat. (He thought he could trust his senses he thought the hallucinations of his imagination were over he thought) “NO.” It’s half a plea, half a rebellion, and he closes his eyes again, preferring darkness to this desperate dream.

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Peek into my character's past!

#ask #specify muse please

Send me a…

— 〆 for a childhood story — ღ for a drabble about a romance/their love life — ⌆ for a story about their family/home life — € for a bad memory that still haunts them — ✢ for a good memory that makes them smile

Or…

Send me a name/place/event or situation from my character’s past and they will just talk about that one thing.

ALOT OF M!A's for Muse and Mun PLEASE DO THIS OMG

(Will not effect current/on-going threads)

Mute Mun: Mun cannot speak. The Muse must speak for the Mun in OOC posts, tags, and such other forms of Mun communication (exceptions; Chatzy, Skype) for twelve hours.

You Ruined Everything: Congratulations! Your muse is now a parent! (Anon decides the other parent, if any.) However, they aren't quite sure how to cope with this new-found parenthood. (specify duration)

Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor." (specify duration)

Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the person Anon chooses. (specify duration)

Heartache: Muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love) for___. (anon must specify the interest)

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Angel: Muse is and angel for ___ (changing this to being a piece of Rukh)

Chained up: For 10 hours, your muse will find themselves bound by chains. They can either have a savior or a torturer.

Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4'' in height... for ___.

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours

Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 10 hours.

Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)

Touch: Everyone you touch is under your command and at your disposal for the next (Anon decides duration). Use it well.

What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects for 24 hours.

#ask #specify muse please

zodistrology

signs from most to least bitter

capricorn virgo pisces scorpio taurus gemini cancer aries aquarius libra sagittarius leo

#cas is a capricorn which is so fucking true

Sasha has died.

“What,” he breathes, fingers tightening on the phone as the calm professional voice on the other end of the line tells him the world has ended. “No, that-” a sob tries to force its way up out of his throat, and he swallows it back down, cutting his throat like an unforgiving blade. “That can’t be right.”

Sasha, his anchor, his world, he couldn’t just be…

He brushes away tears and speaks again, voice tight and strained through his constricted throat. “What happened?”

A sound like shuffling paper, and the voice speaks again–this time only fractionally gentler. “I’m afraid there’s no mistake, Mr. Leno,” they tell him; precise computer-key click-clacking in the background of the call, “his body hasn’t been released yet, but you can collect Mr. McCoy’s belongings at the medical examiner’s office, at 43rd and Charles street. Their business hours are 8 until 6, so you have time today.” Unbeknownst to Cassius and the person on the phone; Sasha James is perfectly fine. Having trouble with the mailbox again, but on a whole, health wise, Sasha is very much alive. He mumbles a rather impressive cuss as the key gets stuck in the lock for the box again, and gives up for now–nothing in there that can’t wait until he goes inside and out of this rain.

#the-bab-brigade #cas; verse stay #cas; thread no

“Th-thank you,” Cassius mumbles, tears escaping and tracking down his cheek. He’s not positive why he’s thanking the person who has just single-handedly ruined his life, but there it was. He hung up. Stared at his phone for a moment. And in a single, fluid motion, threw it violently against the wall accompanied by a wail of pure agony ripping out of him.

The force of the sudden consuming emptiness inside of him forces him to his knees, and he digs the nails of his fingers into his palms so hard he can feel blood trickle down -- Testing to see if he can feel at all now that every nerve in his body seemed to be numb. He should go collect Sasha’s belongings. He should go collect Sasha’s belongings, but he doesn’t think he can bring himself to carry those empty echoes of his lover home. Instead, he settles for leaning against the wall, head bowed in his arms, communicating the sound of a broken heart through anguished lips.

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She’s a Syn-er, Baby || Ash & Oliver

poetryandpyros Music is what makes the world go ‘round. At least–that’s what Ash thinks. It has the power to move people; to create moments out of nothing–bring colour and vibrant beauty to the most mundane of situations. Not so much as a fleeting instance out there that couldn’t be bettered by music. Which is exactly why when she hears him laugh for the first time, the world doesn’t stop, like you’d expect–but instead tilts on its axis and leaves her breathless leaning against the doorframe to the back room of the record shop Saturday has led her to. She blinks at the flashes and spiraling fades of colour in her vision–and makes a soft sound as his eyes meet hers and a blush finds the curves of her cheeks. “Sorry–I’ll–sorry, I ken ‘m not supposed t’be back here, I just–wanted t’ask a question. But I–heh, sorry, I’ll wait out–” a gesture, half-flail of hand towards the front of the shop, and Ash steps back to leave back to the main area–and to collect herself, and possibly a few ideas regarding how not to look like an idiot when her synaesthesia acts up.

#the-bab-brigade #oliver; thread shes a syn-er baby

The day had dawned bright and beautiful, and that initial impression had found a way to continue all throughout the morning. Music, well... It had that impact on Oliver. It had always lit up his world in curls of color and emotions, and so he had given it the run of his life.

Hence the music degree, hence the music lessons he was running out of the back of the record shop. It was easier by far to make a living out of it here, teaching children to work their way around a guitar, helping hopeful teens with voices that burst like fireworks to find that inner light.

One such teen -- Juliet -- had been wrapping up her lesson when he felt the presence of somebody in the doorway to his small back room. The last ring of his laugh at her purposeful botch of the song lyrics faded, and he turned to see what was needed of him. And instead found the eyes of a stranger, blush light across her cheeks as she gazed in at them. “No, it’s--” Oliver trailed off as she retreated, and then turned to his student with determination in his eyes. “Really good job today. See you next week?” A nod from her, paired with a smile, and he found his way out of the door to where the woman was standing, back in the main area of the shop.

“Is everything okay?”

Fish Kisses || Sasha & Cassius

Ah. A beat of breath to pause, and Sasha nods. It’s a lie–a flimsy one, and Sasha would usually call Cassius out for that; gentle, of course, tell me why you feel safest being dishonest? But now–it’s a warm night, and they’re surrounded by family, and it smells like spring and familiarity, and Sasha doesn’t feel like upsetting his lover and taking away from the first family memory Cas will have. He presses kisses to the top of Cas’ head; hand tracing easy line of up-down along the other’s upper arm, and speaks–quiet, because the night feels easy on his skin. He’d rather stay outside–rather be with everyone all together; rare is them all being in one place at one time, because of work. But Cassius is Cassius, and he’s Sasha’s Most Important. “Y’wanna go in t’bed then, love?”

#the-bab-brigade #cas; thread fish kisses #cas; verse stay

It’s the hesitation before the answer that makes his breath catch a bit; Cas has never liked being caught in a lie. Not when the brief silence feels so much like disappointment -- And disappointment is a twist in his stomach and panic leaking into his bloodstream. Sasha is the one person in his life he cannot let down.

An apology wavers at the edge of his tongue, but he doesn’t let it slip into the gathering dusk. Calling attention to his mistakes has never been a hobby of his. Instead, he leans further into the warmth of Sasha’s side, sheepish smile twisted on his lips. “Ah, no, I’m alright,” he replies, voice soft in the firelight. “Sitting here is good. Unless, that is, you want to go in?”

//Look, we could ask why I found Cas’ pets all the way back to 1920 BUT we could also ask why not

#out of eden

puppiestotherescue

Baldr. Cassius rescued him from a shelter in 2013 and he soon settled in to his home. Very calm and loving. 3 years old.

thedogfamily

Thoth. Rescued in 1999 at age 4 from a shelter and lived with Cassius for 7 years before dying peacefully at home from old age. Very playful and mischievous.

duckduckbooks

Artemis and Apollo. Adopted together from a shelter in 1985, the last two puppies from their litter. Artemis is very protective and loving, and Apollo is lazy and enjoys pretending he’s a lap dog. Apollo lived until 1997, Artemis until 1998.

kipperthecorgi

Thor. A troublesome dog taken in from a friend in 2006 when he was 6. Cassius trained him and revealed the good natured pup beneath the misbehavior. He lived until 2012.

mygermanshepherd

Freya. In 1970, a friend’s dog had puppies and Cassius was given pick of the litter. He brought Freya home and fell in love with the adventurous and active puppy. She remained his faithful companion until 1981.

mispequenoanimales

Vesta and Hestia. In 1962, these two inseparable stray kittens wandered in through Cassius’ open kitchen window, and ended up staying. Vesta brightened his home until 1971, and Hestia until 1973.

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Hades. Rescued from a shelter in 1949. When Cassius bought Hades, he could fit in the palm of his hand. He never grew much, and Cassius often goes around town with Hades tucked safely in his messenger bag. Lived until 1958

dogsandpupsdaily

Romulus and Remus. These two brothers were adopted together by Cassius from a closing shelter in 1948.