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MAIDENCFDEATH. Independent, private, and selective grim reaper oc. Loosely based on the series Dead Like Me, with original lore thrown in. Created in 2016. There may be dark and potentially triggering content. 20+. Mutuals only. Written by Nicole. ( she/her, 31, est. )
CAARD. OPEN STARTERS. MEMES. HEADCANONS.
BLOG ROLL: @intcthatgoodnight ASTHETIC/MUSING SIDEBLOG: @deathsetics
Obsession 2026, dir. Curry Barker
OPEN STARTER!
“Death doesn’t like to be cheated, and if you fuck with Death and lose, things can get very messy.”
OPEN STARTER!
"I wish that you were here. I wish it were morning."
OPEN STARTER!
"I have no idea what any of that meant, but it sounds bad."
OPEN STARTER!
In a flurry of black wings, a crow flew over and landed on her shoulder. It’s sharp claws dug through her shirt, sharp enough to sting, but didn’t pierce the skin. Cassie had taken to feeding crows, leaving nuts and seeds out on the windowsill of her apartment, and carrying a little bag around with her. She pulled the bag out now, opening it and offering the contents to eager bird.
“You know, at some point, almost every society believed birds carried our souls to the afterlife.“
OPEN STARTER!
In a flurry of black wings, a crow flew over and landed on her shoulder. It’s sharp claws dug through her shirt, sharp enough to sting, but didn’t pierce the skin. Cassie had taken to feeding crows, leaving nuts and seeds out on the windowsill of her apartment, and carrying a little bag around with her. She pulled the bag out now, opening it and offering the contents to eager bird.
“You know, at some point, almost every society believed birds carried our souls to the afterlife.“
HOUSE OF THE DRAGON | Season 3, Episode 5, "Unbowed and Unbent"
cassies cursed apartment building has backrooms vibes
DON'T FEAR THE REAPER / THE END IS ALWAYS THE SAME
Offshoot of Cassie's main verse, only set in asoiaf.
In life, Cassie was a follower of the Many-Faced God; she served as an acolyte in the House of Black and White. One night, she was captured by a red priest and taken to the Temple of the Lord of Light, where she was burned alive as a sacrifice to their god R'hllor.
After her death, she is brought back by the Many-Faced God to continue her service now as a reaper. She is charged with collecting the souls of the dead and helping them to cross over.
A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE VERSE: valar morghulis
Cassandra is originally from one of the Free Cities of Essos. After her father was killed, her grieving mother took her to the House of Black and White hoping to receive “the gift” of the Many Faced God. In return for her mother being given water from the pool, nine year old Cassandra was given to the Faceless Men to serve. After serving at the House of Black and White for ten years, Cassandra was given permission to leave and move to Westeros where she now lives. Her loyalties are still with the Faceless Men, and to their God. She receives ravens from them with orders and follows them faithfully.
DEAD LIKE ME SENTENCE STARTERS
“I excel at not giving a shit.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, you’re not that interesting.”
“Sir / Ma’am, I’m gonna say this as politely as possible…I will fuck you up.”
“I just wanted to save her.”
“You can’t save any of them.”
“I’ve never seen such violence over such small potatoes.”
“I’m gonna kill that fucking baby.”
“Who’s been making grilled cheese sandwiches with the defibrillator paddles?”
“Now you made me mad! Now we can never be friends!”
“You’re a constipator, [name]. You disturb my shit and that’s annoying.”
“If Romeo had just masturbated a couple times a week he could have saved both those nice families a whole heap of trouble.”
“If I see someone running, I just assume they’re a loser.”
“I like knowing that the space between my ears is immeasurable.”
“I do not say this phrase lightly in this hallowed place: This is fucking inedible.”
“Call me a ‘little thing’ again and I’ll put this fucking dart right between your twinkling eyes.”
“Oh [name], this is nothing. You should have seen the tattoos I’ve had to have removed.”
“I don’t wanna fit in. I just don’t wanna stand out.”
“Human beings are simple, predictable clichés.”
“Speakin’ of death, let’s get to work.”
“Sometimes off-color language is the best way to convey an idea.”
“I’d bore myself to death if I weren’t already dead.”
“Ah, fuck that shit. They can blow me.”
“You gotta think about all things you like, and decide whether they’re worth sticking around for.”
“I am sorry for your loss. The things in life you won’t do, the people you won’t know and who won’t know you. But there’s this life, where you are loved.”
“You are so beautiful; and I love you. I just don’t like you anymore.”
“I don’t feel safe anywhere.”
“I’ve been having a fuck of a time lately, [name]. Just a world of pain.”
“Do you ever wake up in the morning and realize that your life is meaningless?”
“I was born to be a rock star, if I could sing.”
“I’ve been in crack houses with more style.”
“The first blow to the head was self defense. The other three blows after that were probably a little murderous.”
“You don’t mess with fate.”
“People die when they are meant to die. There’s no discussion, no negotiation, no wiggle room. Life’s done, it’s done.”
“Life’s too short, and death is too long.”
CONSTANTINE SENTENCE STARTERS // accepting
@retriibutions: ❛ What if I told you that God and the devil made a wager, a kind of standing bet for the souls of all mankind? ❜ / vlad tepes
Despite her profession, Cassie knew very little about God or the Devil. That was all way above her pay grade. Before her death, she hadn't believed in either - she also hadn't believed in an afterlife of any kind, which clearly she was wrong about.
The reaper got her orders from older reapers, higher up the food chain, who got their orders, presumably, from Death. Heaven, Hell, those where just two options for where to deliver souls. God and the Devil, angels and demons, they didn't play into any of this for her.
Cassie stayed silent for a moment, lips pressed together tightly. There was a very real possibility he was just lying, trying to sound more knowledgeable and mysterious, or some other vampire aura farming bullshit. Or he was being serious. She wanted to think that she wouldn't care either way, but even though it wasn't her job to worry about the souls after she delivered them, the idea of them being used like poker chips rubbed her the wrong way.
"I'd say, from my experience, God and the Devil don't really have an active hand in anything. I suppose I wouldn't be terribly surprised. We're all just board pieces to them."
