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indie semi-sel. cassandra kiramman of arcane. // est. '24 // by ash ((sideblog, cannot follow back))

[raedmaen]

・・・・・ My friend karma's a bitch; She's got some lessons you'll learn 'em

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・・・・・ Know the crime you committed; I forget not forgive it; Don't you dare get it twisted; I'm nice but I can get wicked

[raedmaen]

now that i got all my pretty new graphics for cassie, i'm going to move her over h e r e once i finish my graphics

i'll move all my drafts over here as well, i just simply cannot justify having 4 blogs right now and would like to merge them hehe

lets interact over there too ♥

[raedmaen]

@gntlets called a council meeting: "just admit that you hate me ."

Cassandra Kiramman stood tall, her expression composed and steeled, yet her eyes betrayed a faint softness. She had never harbored ill will toward Zaun or its people. On the contrary, she had always believed they deserved better — better lives, better opportunities, and a chance to thrive free from the shadows of Piltover’s relentless progress. Her dreams of uniting the two cities were born from a genuine desire to see Zaunites breathe freely, to see them reclaim their dignity, to build families without being crushed under the weight of Piltover's ambitions.

But dreams, no matter how noble, are not always within reach.

Cassandra exhaled deeply, her shoulders sinking slightly as she gestured for the young woman before her to sit. Her movements, though deliberate, carried an unusual weariness. As she herself settled on the couch, she looked more like a soldier who had just left the battlefield than the councilor of Piltover. Her attire — a well-worn jacket, sturdy trousers, and gloves still bearing traces gunpowder from her recent efforts of fighting the war against Noxus — spoke of her true nature. Her hair, typically bound in an immaculate bun, now hung in a loose ponytail, disheveled from the chaos of battle. Cassandra had faced much in recent days, even standing against Ambessa Medarda herself. Yet, she held no regrets. Protecting her city and, above all, her family had been worth every risk.

Now, in the stillness of the Kiramman estate, with tensions finally easing and Caitlyn resting upstairs, Cassandra allowed herself a moment of rest. Her voice, calm yet resonant with authority, broke the silence.

❝ Violet,❞ she began, her gaze steady, ❝ there is no hatred within my heart for you. Whatever you may think of me, let me assure you of this.❞ She paused, her tone measured yet sincere. ❝ If anything, I hold gratitude — for all you have done for my family, for Piltover, and, most importantly, for Caitlyn. You have proven yourself to be steadfast, loyal, and compassionate, qualities I deeply respect. My daughter holds you in high regard and with fondness in her heart, and I cannot fault her for that. You have shown her — and us all — your unwavering dedication even through trials and turbulations.❞

Cassandra allowed a brief smile, though her posture remained dignified. ❝ You have faced challenges that would have broken lesser individuals. Yet here you stand, tall. For that, you have my respect.❞

Her voice softened, though the matriarch's words carried the weight of an invitation. ❝ If you so choose to remain by Caitlyn’s side, by our side, know this: you will find a place in our family. Not merely as an ally but as one of us. I welcome you, should you decide that this is where you wish to belong.❞

With that, Cassandra leaned back slightly, pulling the hairtie from her hair, though her composure unwavering, waiting for the younger's response. For the first time in a long while, there was a glimmer of hope that the bridges she once dreamed of building might not be entirely impossible.

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

[raedmaen]

WHAT ARE YOU THE PATRON OF?

patron saint of blood

patron saint of the life that flows through our bodies. patron saint of violence. patron saint of love. something that does not watch over but exists within: not for protection but for vitality. there is no passion without a beating heart at its core. when that heart breaks open, someone has to be responsible for what it bleeds.

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tagging: anyone that feels inclined to do it still ♥

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@raedmaen - ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . / from raedmaen Cassandra to Caitlyn

Caitlyn’s heart broke when Vi had left her. Pushed her away, leaving her in her “big fancy house,” as Vi put it. Aiding Vi had become more than just something for the Undercity and justice for them. She desired to give Vi a better life, something she could thrive in. She made a choice for her without consulting her, pushing her away. It drove a stake through her heart and angered her; but most of all, it lingered into bitter sadness. She had always found it hard to open up to people, getting closer.

But something happened between Vi and herself. Something even she couldn’t expect. Vi’s beautiful heart, her tenderness and emotional depth of love, her protectiveness and kindness. She saw a side of the woman no one else did, not the murderer from Stillwater, but a woman who had so much to give and given so little a chance. Caitlyn couldn’t figure out what it was, but her heart yearned for her and it broke within her fingers.

Caitlyn broke down in her bedroom as her hands pressed against her head. Tears streaked down her cheeks, hiding within her bedroom so no one would see her. Her hands pressed up against her face as she sobbed, still drenched in the cold uniform, her hair plastered against her face and sticking to her neck.

The touch of a hand caused her to jump, looking over at her mother. Typically, she was more aware of her surroundings, sharper senses because of her active Vastaya side. Not tonight though, and immediately Caitlyn began to worry about her appearance. ‘You are a Kiramman, we have appearance to upkeep,’ an echoing reminder as she tried to choke back her sobs.

“I’m fine, I’m...” Caitlyn whispered, choking on her words as she rubbed her eyes again. God, that was a pitiful lie, but she tried to put on the proper appearance. “I just need to take a shower, just cold, Mother.” Yet every inch of her body wanted to fall into her mother’s arms, questioning what she had done wrong.

[raedmaen]

Cassandra had just returned from the Council Tower, her mind still occupied by the topic of the meeting where she’d arranged to hear out Caitlyn and Vi. It had been clear to her how much her daughter cared about the woman from the Undercity, and she supposed that also left a mark on her. As she approached Caitlyn’s room, Cassandra moved with her usual practiced confidence, pausing outside the door to knock. She stopped mid-motion, however, when she heard barely concealed sobs from within. Her heart sank.

Without hesitation, Cassandra opened the door and stepped inside. The sight of Caitlyn, curled up and crying into her hands, made her chest tighten. Caitlyn was always so strong, so poised, but seeing her daughter like this was a reminder that she was still vulnerable. She was just a child.

Cassandra had always been a strict mother, determined to guide Caitlyn away from the mistakes she and her husband had made in their own lives. She believed tough love was the best way to prepare her daughter for the challenges of the world. But after today, she had to come to a realization: Caitlyn had grown into someone far greater than she or her spouse could have ever been.

Caitlyn wasn’t just her daughter — she was her pride, her joy, and a source of inspiration Cassandra never expected.

The older woman walked over to the bed, her movements calm and measured, and placed a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder.

❝ It’s okay, Caitlyn,❞ Cassandra said softly, her voice filled with reassurance. She pulled her hand back after a moment and settled onto the edge of the bed beside her daughter. She watched Caitlyn wipe at her tears, trying to compose herself, and felt a familiar ache of maternal worry. After a moment of silence, Cassandra began speaking, her tone gentle.

❝ You see,❞ she started, her gaze distant as if recalling a memory she hadn’t revisited in years, ❝ before I met your father, I was seeing someone else. A man — tall, strong, charming. A dreamer.❞ She smiled faintly. ❝ He alwas said he felt like he never belonged here in Piltover. One day, he told me he was leaving for Ionia. Said it was where his heart was calling him. And then… he left. Just like that. It left a hole in me I didn’t think I could ever fill.❞

Cassandra’s smile softened. ❝ I couldn’t let it go, so I followed. I arranged to join a diplomatic trip to Ionia, convincing myself it was for work. But really, I just wanted to find him. Instead, I met your father,❞ She huffed softly, the memory bringing warmth to her voice. ❝ I was trying to cross over a muddy path, trying not to look like a complete fool, and I slipped. Your father was the one who helped me up, took care of my knee, and even sewed up my torn clothes. He wasn’t who I was looking for, but he turned out to be exactly who I needed.❞

She turned her full attention back to Caitlyn, her expression warm and full of understanding. ❝ Sometimes, the person we think we want isn’t the one who’s meant to stay. But the right person… they’ll find their way to you when the time is right. If Vi is the one, she’ll come around. And if she’s not, you’ll find the special someone who is.❞

Cassandra leaned over, brushing a hand gently over Caitlyn’s hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. ❝ You’re stronger than you know, Caitlyn. I’m so incredibly proud of you. Today, you’ve shown resilience, strength, and that you have an honest, good heart. You’ve become more than me or your father could have ever hoped to raise you to be — a person of courage and integrity. I couldn’t be prouder of the woman you’ve become.❞