THE IRON MAIDEN.

&.    𝚒     𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝     𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝     𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞     𝘸͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘵͟𝘪͟𝘯͟𝘨͟  ;

[irnmaidnarc]

hi ok, i’ve officially moved (again), so you can follow me @irnmaidn​ !  i’m switching to being primarily plot based & making things smaller, so moving just makes things easier on me. please only follow if you’re interested in plotting & building in depth dynamics, i won’t be doing much winged stuff if at all from this point. but i look forward to seeing y’all on the new blog. i’ll queue this a few times so it gets around !

[irnmaidnarc]

hi ok, i’ve officially moved (again), so you can follow me @irnmaidn​ !  i’m switching to being primarily plot based & making things smaller, so moving just makes things easier on me. please only follow if you’re interested in plotting & building in depth dynamics, i won’t be doing much winged stuff if at all from this point. but i look forward to seeing y’all on the new blog. i’ll queue this a few times so it gets around !

[irnmaidnarc]

i thiiiiiiiiiiiink i’m gonna remake again bc i live to be annoying, and also make cass almost entirely plot based <3

[irnmaidnarc]

anyway, i am thinking fondly about ca.ssunzel kisses today

[elfaebarchive]

————AND   OF   THE   WITCH  ?     IN   THE   LIFE   OF   A   WITCH,   THERE   IS   NO   AFTER  ;     IN   THE   EVER   AFTER   OF   A   WITCH,   THERE   IS   NO   HAPPILY  ;     IN   THE   STORY   OF   A   WITCH,   THERE   IS   NO   AFTERWORD.     OF   THAT   PART   THAT   IS   BEYOND   THE   LIFE   STORY,   BEYOND   THE   STORY   OF   THE   LIFE,   THERE   IS      ——      ALAS,   OR   PERHAPS   THANK   MERCY     ——     NO   TELLING.   SHE   WAS   DEAD,   DEAD   AND   GONE,   AND   ALL   THAT   WAS   LEFT   OF   HER   WAS   THE   CARAPACE   OF   HER   REPUTATION   FOR   MALICE.

#  ELFAEBA.       ——       independent   &   private  rendition  of   elphaba  thropp   from   wicked.     highly  selective.     mutuals  only.     a  book  +  musical  blend  with  headcanon  influences.     flown  high  by  evie.

[irnmaidnarc]

                ❛   sometimes  you  gotta  –  BOOM  !   ❜    he  punches  his  fist  into  the  palm  of  his  hand    /     trying  to  look  cool  .       ❛   persuade  ‘em  a  little  .  ❜       it  isn’t  working  .

@irnmaidn  /   starter  call!

❝     uh-huh,     ❞       cassandra muses,  watching with   the glitter of amusement   in her eyes.   his fist punches into his palm   &   makes a loud   SMACK.     a smile twitches at her lips,  the upward nod of her chin almost   encouraging.     ❝   and how often does that   work   for ya,   huh ?   you seem...   experienced with it.     ❞

[irnmaidnarc]

@irnmaidn 

     OUT OF BREATH, SHE FINDS A NICE LARGE ROCK AND, clutching her staff in a vice-like grip, leverages herself down to sit upon it.  “There are only so many ways to deal with demons,”  she remarks, once her breath has been recovered.  “I prefer the zap-from-far-off approach, but I must admit that the up-close-and-personal method is just as effective.” 

a hard breath leaves through pursed lips.   they,  too,  find breath stolen from them by the efforts of battle   ——   that,   &   the effort of closing the damned tear in the first place.   a few more hard pants fall,  heated against the chilled air.   cassandra feels a tingle rippling up their hand   &   through their arm,  almost burning along its path,  like it’s been laid on for hours only to now find a chance   to move.   it’s better than the blinding pain it caused before,  though.   cassandra stays silent,  only sheathing their sword   &   giving their wrist a light,  soothing rub to quell the sensation.

❝     i gotta say,  i find the up close & personal approach much more satisfying myself,     ❞     cassandra notes with a shrug,   smirk twitching upward on dark lips.   a well-placed arrow between the eyes takes them out well enough,   &   there’s a certain satisfaction that comes with it,  of course...   but nothing quite beats   the crunch   with an expert punch followed by a quick jab,  even if the accompanying squelch is on the gruesome side.   letting their hand drop,   cassandra follows sidony to the rock,  taking a moment to scrape bits of demon gore from the tip of their boot onto the stone.     ❝     but i think it pays off,   having a long distance fighter or two on board.   less chance of a falling demon getting the jump on us when we’re in the thick of it.     ❞

[lesly-oh]

Bloodied and bruised

[irnmaidnarc]

just a little fyi that i’m switching my main blog to @elfaeba & cass to secondary !  my wicked fixation is kinda full force rn so i’m naturally gravitating toward elphaba’s blog more & it feels comfier bc it’s where my brain is at, so this makes things easier. nothing is really changing here other than most of my likes & random ooc chatter / updates will come from elphie’s blog instead.  cass is still just as dear to my heart & i’m in no way leaving her any time soon, i’m just in a ~new phase !

[thelovejournals]

I never stopped loving you. Not even for a second. Even when I hated you.

Charles Sheehan-Miles, Just Remember to Breathe (via thelovejournals)

[irnmaidnarc]

if i post a plotting call, will u all like it & plot with me,,, 👉👈

[irnmaidnarc]

if i post a plotting call, will u all like it & plot with me,,, 👉👈

[irnmaidnarc]

*   dalvve​    :       realizing she’s just died & come back to life ?

they always said there’d be pearly gates at the end.   that,  or an unhealthy helping of hellfire   &   brimstone   ——   an eternal blaze  licking at your body,  scorching its way  through clothes,  through skin,  through bone.   how funny.   she always shook her head   &   scoffed at the rhetoric,  but now,  cassandra expects she’ll open her eyes up to the latter option.   that she’ll feel the blinding,  surging heat engulf her any second now.   the second she least expects it,  the second she falters   &   lets herself hope there’s  ANYTHING ELSE  awaiting her.   that’s when the fire will strike.   one final tease  before punishment  ;   surely that’s more fun for whoever’s in charge.

BUT THE FIRE NEVER COMES.   in fact,  she feels no heat at all.   she feels...   COLD.   one that chills her to the bone   &   beyond,  colder than she ever felt in the high reaching chambers of her dark tower.   behind closed eyelids,   her eyes twitch.   she wants to open them,  to see what really surrounds her now,  but the cold pushes her with icy gusts toward the darkness within her eyelids.   sleep,   it says.   aren’t you tired ?   sleep.   &   she is.   she’s so achingly tired,  the sleep so deliciously inviting.   if she lets it,   it could last forever.   it could envelop her in its perfect blanket   &   whisk her away,   just sleep,  the cold says again,  stronger this time.   leave your worries behind.   rest now.

‘   it can’t end this way !   you can’t leave !   ’

cassandra bolts upright,   her eyes snapping open.     “   raps ?   ”     she gasps out,  looking left   &   right.   for a second,  she squints,  as if to test them.   darkness surrounds her,  so thick it seems she hasn’t opened them at all,  but when she raises a hand,  she sees the crumbling grey rock on her hand   &   the torn,  bloody skin beneath.   but beyond that...   it’s pitch black.   NO PEARLY GATES.   NO HELLFIRE.   slowly,  cassandra stands.   her body cries out,  torn skin stinging   &   matted blood aggravating raw flesh.   she winces,  biting back a cry.   if she’s dead...   how is she still wounded ?   the thought lingers in her head.   maybe...   maybe she’s not dead.   maybe this is a last trick of zhan tiri’s.   maybe they failed.

“   raps ?   raps,   where are you ?   ”     cassandra calls out again,  this time raising her voice.   it’s surprisingly hard   ——   harder still when she takes a step.   her body is heavy,  resisting every subtle movement.   &   the pain——   cassandra  clutches at her middle,  feeling a sticky mess wet her fingers.   DEFINITELY NOT DEAD.   somehow,  but she doubts it will last long.   she has to move quickly.   find rapunzel,  find a way out.   the clock is ticking.

she takes one step followed by another,  but it’s not right.   feet drag along behind her,  each movement scraping against her exposed skin though there’s no substance on the ground to begin with.   a groan reverberates through her throat,  but still,  she takes  another step.   on   &   on,   cassandra continues through the darkness,  swearing  she hears rapunzel’s voice cutting through...   cutting through  something.   it pushes her forward,  pushing with all her might,   &   yet,  her steps grow heavier still,  UNTIL HER KNEES BUCKLE,  BACK HUNCHING OVER.   the world around her spins.   she wonders how it’s even possible to tell,  it’s so  dark,  but spin it does,  her vision giving way until she can no longer see her own hands stretched out in front of her.

the voice is back,  THE WHISPER OF THE COLD,  persistent in her ear.   why do you push yourself ?   it asks.   you are tired,  you have earned your rest.   &   she is.   cassandra is so terribly exhausted that on the next step,  she stumbles completely,  knees against the dark,  boundless ground.   it hurts,  for just like the rest of her,  her knees are aching   &   bloody.   her breaths are laborious,  shallow.   it won’t hurt anymore if you sleep.   cassandra fights against the heaviness of her eyelids,  the throbbing in her head.   would it be so bad ?,   comes the thought popping suddenly into her head.   would it be so bad to finally sleep ?

then,   all at once,   cassandra’s eyes fall shut   &   the pain recedes.   slowly but surely,  she drifts off  to sleep.

until suddenly,  she’s not.

it starts quietly,  no more than   a tickle at her ear.   faint words she can’t quite make out,  as if they’re from a mile away,  or somewhere deep underwater.   cassandra stirs,  groaning softly beneath her breath.   shut up,  she thinks.   shut up and let me sleep.   just for a little while.   it stops hurting when she sleeps,  but now,  with consciousness creeping back in,  she feels the ache again,  too.   the ache   &   the sting,  with cold seeping in.   SHUT UP.   cassandra grits her teeth.   it doesn’t stop,  the ache worse by the second,  growing to an unbearable crescendo she knows will burst.   shut up,  shut up,  shut up !

change the fates’ design...   save what has been lost.

LIGHT FLOODS OVER HER.   all at once,  a burst of warmth enveloping her from head to toe,  wind rushing into her lungs.   the ache does burst,   &   when it does...   that’s the end of it.   no more ache,  no more sting,  though her bones feel heavy still.   cassandra opens her eyes only to immediately squint at the  bursts of light   dancing across her vision.   suddenly,  the words she couldn’t make out before make perfect sense.   slowly,  arduously,  she rolls herself over to see rapunzel standing in the centre of the light,  BLUE & GOLD CRACKLING AROUND HER IN A DAZZLING SHOW.   it was rapunzel,  calling her back.   of course it was.

rapunzel smiles,  light reflecting off the wetness in the corners of her eyes.   she looks more relieved than cassandra has ever seen her.

cassandra doesn’t smile back,  but she’s alive.   even if a touch of that cold  lingers in her chest.

[lukearnold]

[imaginedsoldier]

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[irnmaidnarc]

HOW   DOES   CASSANDRA   CARRY   EMOTIONS ? rules:     repost,   don’t reblog !   bold and italicize what applies accordingly.

anger.     jaw clenching,   hands balling into fists,   teeth grinding,   yelling,   going nonverbal,   stuttering speech,   rushed speech,   slow concise speech,   rambling,   quiet,   arms crossing,   shaking head,   tearing up,   animated,   expressionless,   projects,   internalizes,   vents,   withdraws,   passive aggressive,   direct,   physical outbursts,   verbal outbursts.

joy.     easy smiles,   fighting back grins,   suppressed laughter,   loud laughter,   giggles,   chuckling,   smirks,   whole body laughs,   covers mouth when laughing,   throws head back when laughing,   slaps leg,   touches people around them when laughing,   looks down when laughing,   looks for eye contact when laughing,   sparkling eyes,   bubbly happiness,   quiet subtle happiness,   obnoxious happiness,   wants to spread joy,   quietly savours joy.

sadness.     crying,   bottling it up,   seeks distractions,   wallows,   meditates & processes,   avoidance,   seeks out comfort,   withdraws,   talks it out,   internalizes it,   sad smiles,   depression naps,   uses alcohol,   uses drugs,   seeks out sources of joy,   fidgets with sentimental item,   sits in silence,   broods,   gets moody,   wants someone to share the misery,   tries to hide negative emotions,   nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

embarrassment / shame.     blushing,   looking away,   rubbing at back of head,   covering face,   laughing nervously,   laughs it off,   overthinks,   lets it go,   self deprecating humour,   deflects,   gets irritated,   smiles,  withdraws,   crossing arms over stomach,   crossing arms over chest,   hands in pockets,   shoulders sinking,   shrugs,   falling into silence until comfortable again,   talking a lot to compensate.

guilt.     avoiding eye contact,   shoulders sinking low,   head hanging down,   crying,   chest aches,   lashes out,   internalizes,   apologizes,   deflects,   communicates,   withdraws,   grand gestures for forgiveness,   accepts fault easily,   punishes themselves,   martyrdom,   victim complex,   over-active guilt complex,   healthy conscience,   internalizes even after forgiveness,   seeking redemption,   moves on easily,   denial,   lack of guilt / conscience,   sorry they got caught more than caused harm,   can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

fear / anxiety.     trembling,   crying,   sarcasm / sass (humour) to cope,   rambles,   goes silent,   gets angry,   fidgeting,   clenching jaw,   picking at nails,   chewing at lip,   pulling at clothes,   adjusting jewelry / clothing,   swallowing thickly,   eyes widening,   overreacts,   underreacts,   calm,   logical,   panicked,   irrational,   overthinks,   carefully analyzes,   talks to themselves,   breathing exercises,   flight,   fight,   withdraw.

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[kingreywrites]

I feel the Earth shaking under my feet I feel the pressure building until I can’t breathe And it takes everything…

ANGER - Sleeping at Last