Summary: In the times of twilight where night met day, where the sun sunk into or slipped off the blanket of inky darkness, when both their domains were completely intertwined was where Cassandra and Ankarna felt the most at peace.
Notes: Written for the @d20zinejam 2025: Til Death: A Reflection of the Marriages in Dimension 20 (itch.io) ! check out the charity bundle here as proceeds will go to the Occupied Palestinian Territory Humanitarian Fund 🍉
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While not many dare to go against deities directly, there were those vocally against their marriage. They cited multiple reasons that their domains were diametrically opposed and doomed to destroying each other.
Cassandra had been cold before. The Nightmare Forest was always cold, cutting under your skin and making a home in your bones. When Kristen found her, she was huddled in the skull of the Nightmare King, cracked and fragile and so so cold.
Kristen is warm, tanned skin, orange curls, and a pinkie that emits a soft glow no matter the time.
Her afterlife was soft, purple twilight with stars shining through the trees, looking eerily familiar to the woods behind Kristen’s high school.
Cassandra sat by the lake, the water still, the reflection of the full moon nearly identical to the moon in the sky.
She wasn’t alone. Kristen had let two people in, people who were affected by her wife’s corruption. The younger one liked to sit by the lake with her, not saying anything, just sitting, jagged red lines across her face and her arms, a visible reminder that her wife was not who she was.
Cassandra has felt the corruption, cracking her skin, harsh red lines cutting through her shimmering skin. She had never felt so human before.
She could feel something changing, could hear whispers of Kristen’s prayers, about Fig trying to bring back her wife, the way she was before she was corrupted, the way she was when Cassandra knew her.
Cassandra tried not to hold onto too much hope that they could bring her wife back, she didn’t want to believe that she could return to Cassandra, before they were corrupted and hurt by the mortals who believed in them, but she didn’t want to be hurt again. She didn’t want the warmth of Kristen and Fig’s hope that they could bring her wife back, because she didn’t want to feel the cold she felt if she was alone again.
The grass rustled as the young one sat next to her, drawing her knees up to her chest and looking out at the lake.
Cassandra wondered if it was hard for her to be in a familiar place, knowing the real one was so far out of reach. It was a feeling she knew well.
Artists and editors of D20 Tumblr, allow me to pitch an idea: a Cassankarna animatic/edit to Dancing After Death by Matt Maeson. It's such a good song for them 🥺
(idea spawned while listening to this playlist [not mine] btw)
Can we talk about 'The cat's bad, darling. The cat's bad!' ? Because I fucking adore how they just. They just immediately jump into this conversation that is clearly centuries old with so much love for eachother present in it, like. Like Ankarna's always been like 'I know she belongs to you and you love her, but This Creature Is A Problem, you gotta understand that.' and 'But.... but she's only a lil babie.... Look at her precious roud eyes, she make me happy.' '*sigh* Well as long as she makes you happy... But Also She's Bad.' 'Is not! >:T'
hi friends !! did you know i make edits of dropout/d20 on tiktok? my user is @/strongtowerluxuryapts but also lmk if you would want to see them on here :3 they're mostly silly and not the best; i only started editing a couple months ago but !! im having fun anyway :p here is cassankarna they make me ill and there is so much incredible art of them
ib: @mazeyphaedra, @/nerv0id_, @/hellodnd_, @/percihlia on tt
art: @zeropencils, @honeybard, @emiuli, @cinnamon32, @gretashand, @cloudmancy, @cosmosnout, cloudmancy again
