PSI DIV.

a cassandra anderson written by jaqi

[sweaterangst]

i’ve been meaning to do these since august last year sO

[psicicrookie]

lmao recovered my account after a million years...

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@psicicrookie   ;   judge cassandra anderson   ;   judge dredd canon indefinite hiatus

[psicicrookie]

judgcdredd:

There’s a TWITCH of lips as she SPEAKS, her tender WORDS somehow comforting the ANGERED man – his blood with hatred and the DESIRE to bring JUSTICE upon the man…

But that was why she was HERE – to prevent him from doing anything IRRATIONAL. Her gloved hand HOLDING onto his arm – A hushed word spoken to him in his head –

      ‘ FINE – YOU deal with it then… ‘

@psicicrookie || YOU’RE GETTING DREDD IDC

Cassandra didn’t need to tap into his consciousness in order to tell what was swirling within his troubled head. It was clear in the grit of his teeth, the tightening of the muscles in his jaw. There was a twitch to the veins on his neck that was far stronger than normal and his hands looks like they itches to wrap around their perp’s throat. She was sure that look along could’ve gotten answers from anyone else, but this guy was particularly stubborn. Thank Grudd for Psi’s.

She lets her hand linger there on Dredd’s shoulder pad a moment longer. She moves to step past him and her fingers trail off lightly from him. Lowering to a squat, she’s perched there between the perp and Joseph. Deep blue eyes swim with mysticism and concentration. Their perp was already regretting his stubborn nature, clearly spooked by all of Mega City’s bizarre stories about Psi’s and the state they could leave their victims in. Good. She’d need him in a maliable state to pilfer through those thoughts.

       “ This’ll only hurt a lot, “  she lies, smiling.

And in she goes. Lids fold over distant eyes, fingers extended to touch the perp’s temple to create a stronger connection. She’s swimming there in his mind, picking away at what she doesn’t need and relaying what she does.

Cassandra stands up. She turns and faces Joseph (somewhat closer than necessary, but that was totally not on purpose, not at all) with a knowing smile.

       “ You can get him ready for the  cubes.  He           has evidence that links him to our victims           somewhere in his apartment. “

@judgcdredd​

[psicicrookie]

stxythefxckoutofourwxy:

                     “ Or you’ll what ? “

                    Brow was lowered over dim green eyes with the turn of her chin to                     stare directly at the young woman. A mocking smile edged to lift at                     her lips but she would not let it show. Her voice had whipped out in                     a power snap of a lash. She had gotten the intended reaction. Had                     struck the nerve that Ma had been picking and prodding at since                     the moment she got here.

                   “ Throw me from a window? “

                     Her head quirks to the side with the purse of her lips. Despite the                     small satisfaction in the victory of this little game she allowed                     the lingering emotions that tugged at her to bleed through her                     entire existence. The anger and scorn that kept her lodged in place.

                   “ You’re very welcome to try. ”

It was as if she cued the memory herself by breathing that simple five-word sentence. In an instant her body recalls the burning pain of the gunshot wound she graciously recieved that day. Shattering glass defeaned her as it echoes in her mind, all over. Dredd’s voice seeps in and Cassandra tries to grasp at it for some form of stabilization in this drokked up recollection. The sickening sweet smell of Ma Ma’s slo-mo erupts and the glass only gets louder. She can hear Ma Ma’s chuckle, the inhale that tied her case and fate. Cassandra’s hands shoot up and grip at her temples. Grud, this was awful..

Ma Ma was good. She was damn good at this and Cassandra loathed it. Those emotions she so easily pulled back up were starting to infect her mind. Ma Ma’s fury, her ink-like emotions set fire to Cassandra’s already scrambling mind.

She breathes and forces herself to regain some sence of ground in her own damn mind. Cassandra wouldn’t let Ma Ma win-- She wasn’t even going to play! She wasn’t going to give Ma Ma something to win in the first place. A swallow and she straightens, facing Ma Ma directly.

       “ What do you want, Ma Ma?           Hell  kick you out for being           too cruel? “

[psicicrookie]

judgcdredd:

DROKK -- this may be a bit more DIFFICULT that anticipated.. nonetheless he needed kept on going.

      ‘ Can you TRACK them ? ? ? Or get into their mind and disable them from there so I have TIME cuff them from the OUTSIDE ? ? ? ‘

He may of been ASKING for more of ANDERSON than she could GIVE – but that was his JOB…

@psicicrookie​

Cassandra had a gut feeling, but she knew how these went. These tended to be near-death experiences and that was something she didn’t want overcomplicating a seemingly simple take-down. It might be necessary, though. She sighs as she starts mulling over the idea.

       “ I can probably distract their mind enough           to keep them where they are until you can           apprehend them, It’s iffy, though, Dredd.. “

Iffy, but doable. Cassandra was already preparing to get the mental fixation together. She’s finding a wall to corner herself against for support, some place she can’t get flanked or attacked without being able to defend herself first-- precautions a Psi had to take if she were going to dive into somebody else’s mind for a long swim. Making herself comfortable, Cassandra gives Dredd a hard stare, signaling him onward with a wave. A few moments later and there she went, projecting from her body and into the other Psi’s mind.

It was three minutes before she could finally wrangle the other Psi into silence, their body frozen where they were outside of the building. Now it was up to Dredd.

@judgcdredd​

[jerkuelyn]

Listen, Nadia Pym is an inspiration and I can’t believe she’s on the possible chopping block of comics Marvel is thinking of cutting/cancelling. Young girls NEED Nadia, need to READ The Unstoppable Wasp and see girls and girl geniuses are important and valid and sought out and that they should dream big, reach for their goals, and never give up. All the girls mentioned and all girls recruited by Nadia thus far are girls of color and different ethnic backgrounds with relatable stories so far! I love Janet with my when being; Janet inspired me as a kid, but I understand she can’t reach younger audiences as easily anymore, but that doesn’t make her any less desirable, or replaceable, or insignificant. Times are changing and so are young girls. Young readers, new readers, NEED Nadia and these Unstoppable Wasp comics.

[comicarthistory]

Judge Dredd #4. Eagle Comics 1984. Art by Brian Bolland.

[rptilia]

[fatitalianbroad]

[scumstains-blog]

i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual

[thequotejournals]

I sometimes find, and I am sure you know the feeling, that I simply have too many thoughts and memories crammed into my mind…

J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

[inkskinned]

me: today is going really well and i don’t trust it some shit: *starts happening* me: ah there it is. the Fuckening™

[dynastray-a-deactivated20170509]

WHEN PERSON A GENTLY TOUCHES PERSON B’S SCARS  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[onceupona-prompt]

no matter what person A does, they absolutely cannot seem to get to sleep. they’ve been tossing and turning for hours and generally getting frustrated because they’re exhausted and still they’re awake. finally, person B, who was out late for work, arrives home and climbs into bed, and A falls asleep at last with their head resting over B’s heart, soothed by the steady and familiar beat and their partner tracing their fingers over their skin.

[thequeerwithoutfear-deactivated]

pick your battles. pick… pick fewer battles than that. put some battles back. that’s too many 

[lamignonette]