#tragedyxbound

[jackalsraised]

She's a cruel mistress, and a bargain must be made. But oh, my love, don't forget me when I let the water take me.

[thecoiiective]

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG!

NAME: Ashley

PRONOUNS: she/her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I'm fine with IMs here on Tumblr and, if we're mutuals, I'm happy to give Discord to whomever wants it!

NAME OF MUSE(S): Check out my ROSTER!

BEST EXPERIENCE: I love when just ranting about two characters in IMs turns into a thread. Like, nothing immediately planned, just going back and forth like "Person A would be like 'blah blah blah'." "Well then Person B would be like 'blah blah BLAH!.'" "Should we write this out?" I dunno, maybe?" <3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: The purple prose fad from a couple years ago gets me and I don't know why? When did we start dropping articles in sentences?? "Door creaks and wind blows through open door." THE door creaks and THE wind blows through THE open door! I have NO idea why that gets me so irrationally angry lol

MUSE PREFERENCES: I have a few on my muse list that are bolded because I have the most muse for them, but I really LOVEEEEEE crossovers! If you like Sansa Stark but you want to do a Walking Dead thread??? 100 FUCKING PERCENT! I will put my girl in a post apocalyptic world SO fast!

PLOTS OR MEMES: I like both but I've found memes turn INTO plotted threads so easily! They're great little ice breakers!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I don't do 5 paragraph responses but I usually do 1-3 paragraphs. Not sure if that qualifies as long compared to some of the ones i've seen floating around.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: LATE at night when I should really be in bed or during the day when I should be working and I'm hiding in the back room instead.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I think I gravitate toward muses that I share some aspects with but not all. Or I like to highlight those traits that I share over others the muse has.

tagged (unofficially) by: @godstrayed & tagging: everyone who's followed me in the last week since I resuscitated this blog! @wiredcapability, @unsnare, @heartlesshuntsman, @parainvestigate, @silcntsinners, @mythunderlegion, @strictlycanon, @nvincbl, @playerstwo, @esoterium, & @tragedyxbound

[jackalsraised]

you're a bandit like me eyes full of stars

[jackalsraised]

love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right

[lockedtowers]

❛ i know what it means to have something taken away from you, & to feel like you'll never get it back. ❜ [ from dean ]

“hm…” she huddles closer to his chest, eyes gleaming up towards his as head tilts ever so slightly. nose twitches. her hand half-fisted as her fingertips press slightly into his chest, nails slightly scratching as she subconsciously kneads his skin.

eyes close briefly as she hums, auburn hair splayed over the pillow as she presses her lips to his cheek. “i appreciate the sentiment.” lips upturned as she moves back to his side, head turned as she looks at the way the light makes the room glow from the window.

she doesn’t look at him when she speaks again. “i don’t think that’s really what i mean.” head rests on his shoulder, eyes transfixed on the golden glows. “— if they never actually wanted me in the first place.. if they just… liked what i gave… and… what i gave up… for them… did i really lose it if i didn’t really have it…?”

she sighs as she turns her head back, the frown thinning and watery eyes blinking away when she sees his face, moving closer, nose brushing over his cheek. he probably wouldn’t want her anymore, either, if she elaborated too much. though it’s difficult for her not to when asked by someone she’s grown so overtly fond of.

she could tell from how he spoke of them that he loved his family. she learned, eventually, that she didn’t understand her family at all. a sister that wasnt a sister, a twin she didn’t know about. little half-siblings she never met. she met the woman who had her, carried her for the woman she actively shared blood with; the woman who only wanted her as a vessel, and couldn’t have cared less about who she was. much as she had grown to love the man she learned was her father, he still lied to her most of her life. and it seemed like she was punished for all of his crimes.

she never got to know most of them, but she knew the one woman wanted to. but it was too late for cassandra then, at least that’s what it felt like. she wasn’t worthy of that. she isn’t even sure she’s worthy of this. all she really ever wanted was family, to be cared for, and to be loved. but every time she thought she finally had it, it was taken from her. she still didn’t understand.

“i can’t get back something i never really had. even the tastes weren’t real…” she presses a kiss to his jaw, then nuzzles his neck, eyes closing, fighting back the urge to show more, to let anything out. “but at least i have you now… for as long as you want me..”

[inn0cencestrained]

@tragedyxbound continued from x

Green eyes roll and she wants to fire back- hell even wants to take out her pistol and fire, but what good what it do? While she could handle her own the majority of the time, she still wasn't a hunter, and her thievery could only get her so far- that wasn't far enough in this crocottas.

"....A buyer requested I track one down and get it's pelt, though those things are hardly taking on their true form anymore. Regardless, the money he was willing to spend for me just to come down here was well worth it, and if I were to get my hands on the damn thing, well....you've never seen that kind of money, Samuel. But, as I suspected, it's not using it's original form. Last night it took a young girl, two days prior an elderly couple. And now the bloody thing has it out for me. It's been calling all day and up until you showed up, I could hear it out my damn window."

Little did it know her parents never brought forth any reason for her to ever "come to them"- though their voices were enough to nearly send her over the edge- and if Sam hadn't showed up she probably would have gone over.

"Rumor on the street is you boys took out one of these bastards not too long ago, so fine, you're here- might as well take care of it. Better you risk your life than me risk mine. And please, Sam, you can spare me the attitude. Your heart is softer than your brother's.

[lockedtowers]

"So you and Dean... Are you guys like, a thing?" [ sam @ cassie hAHA ]

she was frowning when dean said he needed to get something, and left her alone with his giant of a brother. who really needs to be that tall if they aren’t a tree? brow quirks at his query, then furrows.

“a thing? like? married?” head shakes rather quickly. “i mean, he hasn’t asked me about it. plus, all marriages in my land had to be approved by the queen, and she definitely would not have wed me to anyone but her son. and, ew, didn’t want that. i guess since he’s king now it’d be up to him, and he’d definitely also deny me. i heard dodo approved some in the resistance but that’s another can of spiders. Plus, I don’t know the custom in your world, so I don’t think—“

eyes glaze over him, and she realizes. “oh! oh, you mean like, oh.” she blinks, head tilting as she gazes over the man. “there… wasn’t a confirmation, really, but.. i mean… he saved me… he didn’t leave me behind… didn’t… give me up to save his own skin… i’d like to think i’m his.”

[lockedtowers]

"You left. I woke up one day and you were gone. Not even a goodbye." [ for cassie from dean ]

want and need were differing factors; the want of staying, of never being torn from the others side, like being stitched together into one. the need to be near him, feel the warmth fill her. then the fear creeps in; what if it were like before, and one small move would only lead to pain and abandonment all over again?

how oft was it her own actions leading to her loneliness?

she hesitates, hand held just by his chest but not quite touching. had she lost the right? head tilts upwards to gaze over his eyes, and her fingers ghost near his skin, but not quite touching.

“something was looking for you.” her hand falls to her hip, gathering the hem of her shirt as she lifts, showing the blackened mark on her side. it healed over, but whatever she was fighting clearly had some adverse affect. “maybe it was looking for me.” she didn’t exactly ask. she had already gone from the room when she finally saw what she was feeling. “i didn’t want you to get hurt.” she led it away. she didn’t think about telling him first; it was always what she was supposed to do. handle the issue, don’t bother him. come back when it was done.

dean was different, but she still knew the rules. she hadn’t been told they might be different here. she was stuck with the body for a few days while healing from the fight. she couldn’t walk the first day, not until the venom finished pushing out of her system. but she didn’t find dean at the motel when she finally managed to get back.

leaning into him without actually touching, despite how much she wants to feel him touching her. she can still feel the warmth of his skin, but she seems to have hurt him in some way, it didn’t seem lie she would be allowed. “are you mad at me…?”