#cass starter

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Open to: Males (if romantic) or Females Muse: Cass Connections: Anything! I'm just giving all my new babies starters

After a few moments of trying to focus on her book, Cass finally closed it with her thumb on the page and looked up to the other, unable to help the slight smirk on her lips. "You know, it's not weird to enjoy reading, right?" she started, her smirk growing. "And usually people like to do it without interruption."

[wildwcmen]

muse: cassiopeia “cass” lee, mid 20′s, polysexual. painter, cute and fun but kind of a  mess. plot: our muses are exes with a messy history, low key still in love but haven’t spoken in years. they go to a mutual friend’s wedding and somehow end up seated next to each other.

how were they the only person she knew at this table? she glares off in the distance, narrowing her eyes at the bride, whom she has decided is obviously to blame. she’s an old friend from college, someone cassiopeia loves dearly, but in this moment she hates her. she downs the champagne that’s meant for the toast, doing her best to ignore their presence despite them being right next to her. finally, she musters up the courage to turn to her ex with a smile that isn’t entirely forced. “look. i’m going to need you to talk me down, or i’m going to start thinking up conspiracy theories about how those two-” she gestures to the bride and groom. “are trying to get us back together.”

[cass-gothel]

the tiredness seeped into her bones the more and more she walked her way out of the station. the overnight shifts were rough, and somehow they were still her favorite despite the overwhelming exhaustion she felt when her days off rolled around. the second a coffee shop was in sight she rushed as much as she could just to get a spot in the ever growing line before it was out the door. her fist rubbed into her eye as cassandra stood there, the line was out the door at this point and she cursed herself for the morning rush. the people around her were lively, and she wasn’t exactly sure how, her eyes could barely even stay open long enough and before she realized it she was pumping into the person infront of her. “i’m so sorry” she said as she backed up a bit, her eyes wide. “I’m so tired i didn’t even realize the line stopped moving”

{@fantasiafallsstarters​}

[bettymu-blog]

Obviously Thanksgiving is a totally outdated holiday, but I decided to capitalize on the event. I went to like, three Thanksgiving feasts just for the free food. Those tragic Craigslist dudes got the best arm candy of their life, and I got to remember how gross pumpkin pie is. I’m still sleeping off the carbs, but don’t worry...I’m alive. I did sleep through Black Friday, but Cyber Monday is where it’s at.

[roscoe2x1-blog1]

I have to say, this is a retrograde I could get used to. But like, Venus retrogrades are always way nicer to me. Shoutout @ Aphrodite for making life so lovely. Maybe I’m just smoking some really good weed, though. Also, toe socks...I’m thinking they should make a comeback. Who’s with me?

[skywalkersog1x1-blog]

Picking up guys (and gals+pals, y’all know I don’t discriminate) at dispensaries? A+ idea. I’m probably never going to call him back because like, commitment and college are two c words that don’t go together, but shoutout @ that random budtender for helping me cross something off my bucket list. Namely: being fucked in a grow room, under a gorgeous sativa bush. I think I’m officially the ganja queen, this basically solidifies it. Where my crown at?

[waldorfs1x1-blog]

Helloooo bitches, your fav new New Yorker just touched down in NYC. It’s time to get LIT. After twenty-whatever (what’s my age again?) years living in the good ol’ Bay Area (WEST COAST BEST COAST) I’ve decided to shake it the fuck up and hit the big city! So here I am! 

First thing’s first: where does a girl get a hook up around here? I’ve heard New York isn’t so down with the medical yet, and I only smuggled enough weed on the plane to last me, like...an afternoon. Anyone wanna smoke me up? I’m new in town.

[wildwcmen]

open to: anyone! muse: cassiopeia lee, early-mid 20's, artist, polysexual (pref. for men) plot: cass & your muse are friends with mutual feelings, but cass was too in denial to admit it. now your muse is dating someone else and this is somehow when she chooses to make her feelings known.

it felt as though she had been waiting to talk to them all night. her friends had finally scattered around the party, her girl friends no longer consulting her for fashion advice, help with their significant others, or help mixing drinks. she finally had a moment to herself, but all she wanted to do was talk to them. her small hand gripped theirs as she attempted to pull them off to a secluded corner, a few too many drinks in her system to worryingly  about what people would think of the tiny display of affection. "i need to talk to you," she urged softly, desperately. "i miss you. i feel like...you’re always hanging out with her now.”