cassie what are you doing

lukerchomai  asked:

Hi Cassie! How are you? Can I ask you what do you think about Sebastian? How did you get the inspiration for this character? I always wondered if you liked him as a character or not Thank you so much, love you!

I got the inspiration for Sebastian while reading a book about child murderers. Not people who murder children, but children who murder. The book mused on the idea of children as essentially amoral in that morals and values develop over time, but I was more interested in the ideas it posed about some people simply being born without a moral compass at all: without the ability to know right from wrong. That they just didn’t have it. And what did that mean for them: what do you do with a twelve or even sixteen year old who doesn’t know what good or bad is, and never will? What are morals and conscience: are they ingrained, socially taught? Etc.

So Sebastian developed as a character with no sense of right or wrong, no conscience and no morals. He never had them and he never would. Because it’s a fantasy series, I used the metaphor of demon blood: that it had erased his ability to make moral choices. 

People often ask if I like a character or not. Sometimes I do in the sense that I’d want to hang out with them, but I would not want to hang out with Sebastian. However I found him interesting and therefore enjoyable to write: unless you’re writing didactic moral fiction, you enjoy characters for what they tell you about people, not really in the sense to which you find them morally upright or morally lacking. Sebastian was interesting because he couldn’t tell right from wrong; he wanted to be loved, but didn’t know how to deserve love or give it. He was jealous that his father loved Jace and not him, but lacked the ability to understand why. He wasn’t bad because of a bad experience or a bad childhood – I thought that would have been trite and overdone, and not really true to the inspiration for the character. He just had this terrifying blank space where for most people, conscience lies.

It was a dark and sometimes frightening experience, writing Sebastian. It sometimes felt like getting very close to a vast cold empty space. So did I like him? I think he’s an effective villain, and the story would suffer without him. I think I learned from him about evil and about goodness. I think in the end in the end I mourned along with the characters for the Sebastian that never existed, the one who didn’t have demon blood and could have been someone good. I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley, but one of the the points of stories is to take you safely down those dark alleys of the heart and soul, the ones that are too dangerous and frightening and heartbreaking to explore in real life.


1x13  //  3x09


Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.

“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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A Gentleman's Preference

TITLE: A Gentlemen’s Preference


AUTHOR: fyreyantic

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki being your sugar daddy.


NOTES/WARNINGS: I’ve been working on this for a while but couldn’t for the life of me think of a title. There’ll be daddy kink at some point. Inspired by the sugar bowl lifestyle but not particularly accurate.

Cassie rubbed her head as the cries of hyperactive children filled the air. She’d forgotten how loud they could be, much more used to the thumping music and drunken yells of hedonistic college kids. At least Cassie could avoid the later.

As Cassie painted butterfly wings on the face of the little girl in front of her, she wondered if this was what she really preferred. It had been six months since she’d dropped out of art school. She hadn’t been happy. In fact she’d been stressed constantly by grades, and irritated a lot of the time by a few of the other students. There was a constant push and shove between being responsible and being immature.

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IT Guy (Winn Schott x Reader) (Supergirl)

Words: 991

Can I please request a Winn/Reader with “You’re in IT and I keep calling you because you’re cute, I actually know exactly how to fix this problem. I may have also intentionally caused this issue just to talk to you.” AU Maybe Winn also catches the reader in the middle of setting up the “issue” and reader has to explain them self

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Don’t Give Up On Me

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary: You’ve been sick lately, but when you realize what it’s actually caused from you get upset. You finally tell Bruce what’s wrong.

Warnings: Upset!Reader, Talk of Misconception, mentions of NSFW activities.

Author’s Note: Not my favorite gif in the whole world but it was the only decent one I found that could possibly fit and or wasn’t overly used. I wrote this a while ago and I’m posting it right now because I want to post something for you guys as I’m still working on requests and really want them to be good before posting those, so here! Hope you enjoy this as much as I do.

I notice throughout lunch that Y/N doesn’t seem to be in her usual mood, she hardly talks to my associates or makes conversation. When we finish lunch Y/N’s eaten all of the food on her plate eagerly, which isn’t unusual- but she usually boxes at least a fourth of her food that’s left.

I try to focus on my associates and talk over the deal we’re trying to fully pull through with this week but I can’t help notice Y/N’s odd behaviors; she drinks a lot of water, and honestly her complexion is a bit more pale than usual.

“Thank you for lunch Mr. Wayne, I hope to speak with you again perhaps sometime before the weekend” I get up and make my way over to pull Y/N’s chair out, but she beats me to it. 

“I’m sure we can arrange that. It was a pleasure, Mr. Nakamori” I shake his hand and bring me focus back to Y/N as we all head towards the front of the restaurant. Once we reach the front I go to the counter and pay before Y/N says she’ll be back and rushes off.

“Is she alright?” Mr. Nakamori’s associate asks me before they leave.

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Love to Hate You (part 6)

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Lucifer is back and offered a deal.

Warnings: Super cheesy fluff. Lots of angst and feels.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, just send me and ask or DM.


“Luci?” Your own voice betrayed you as it wavered. You had wanted to seem indifferent or even unhappy to see him; but he could sense you felt differently.

“I know, Sweetheart. I missed you too.” His wide smile and saccharine tone set you on edge immediately. You knew he was off his leash now that Chuck had skipped town again.

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Shut Up | Castiel x Trans!Male Reader (Top Surgery Only)

Warnings: Fluffy Smut

Words: 1643


(Y/N) POV:

It was late, near midnight, when Back in Black by AC/DC came on the tiny radio placed on a bedside table. Dean and I both hopped up, dancing together like goof-balls. Singing off key and playing air guitars dramatically. Sam was on the couch, bursting with laughter at the sight of us, Cas, who was sat on the opposite side of the couch was just sitting stiffly, eyes on me as I let out a laugh of my own.

When the song ended I collapsed on the couch with a huff, “We should go out. There’s no way I’m falling asleep tonight.” I said excitedly, my eyes shining like a child. Dean immediately agreed and before I knew it I was dragging Cas by his coat to the backseat of the Impala. After we arrived and slid into a comfortable, worn, red booth I rested my head on Cas’ shoulder. I glanced up to see a soft pink color dust his neck and cheeks.

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First-Hand Adorableness

Fandom - Supernatural

Characters - Dean, Gabriel, Cas

Summary - Cas rarely stops telling Gabriel about Dean. Gabriel wants to witness this so called ‘adorableness’ first hand.

Words - 776

Dean lay on the motel bed, his earphones in, eyes closed, Metallica blasting into his ears. He didn’t hear the sudden flutter of wings, and suddenly feeling something surround him did NOT cause him to let out a small scream and fall off of the bed, of course.

“What the-” Dean groaned from the floor, reaching over to grab his phone and earphones back, not registering a certain trickster grinning at him from the bed, wings outstretched behind him, glowing and golden.

“Hey Dean-o!”

Dean turned his head towards the sound of greeting. “Gabriel? That was your wings on me? It was YOU?”

“No. I just coincidentally happened to turn up directly after whatever you’re referring to happened. Yes, it was me. Anymore stupid questions?”

“What do you want?”

“Little Cassie hasn’t shut up in days.”


“Hasn’t shut up about YOU in days.”

“He’s talking about me?”

“Yes, he’s talking about you. I want to see this so called ‘adorableness’ first hand.”

Dean could feel the blush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks. “He- he called me adorable?”

“Not outright, no,” Gabriel said conversationally, his wings fluttering behind him, creating a gentle breeze. “It was implied. ‘Dean looked amazing doing this.’ ‘Dean looked so nice laughing.’ ‘Dean’s so good on hunts.’ It’s getting boring.”

“I ‘look so nice laughing’?”

“Apparently. That’s what I want to see.”

“Alright… Put the laptop on then. There’ll be something funny on somewhere.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, giving a bored look. “I don’t want you to laugh half-heartedly. Cas said you looked nice when you were laughing while he was tickling you last week.”

Dean’s eyes widened. “Gabriel..”

Gabriel’s wings began to flutter a little faster, all 3 pairs beating the air.

Dean scrambled to his feet, towards the door, only to find that it was non-existent, and that he was facing just a plain stretch of beige wall.

“You erased the door? Really? C’mon Gabe,” He spun around to face the oncoming archangel “There are other ways to get me to laugh!”

“None are this fun,” Gabriel smirked with a snap of his fingers.

A rough tickling sensation swirled over Dean’s feet, sending him crashing back down to the floor. “Gabe! S-stohop.”

Gabriel sat on the bed again, conjuring up a drink of lemonade and a chocolate bar to drop in front of him. He opened them both absent-mindedly, staring at Dean. The hunter was kicking his feet against the floor, biting his lip to stop giggles escaping. Not much laughter.

Dean felt the feeling swirl upwards, running along his sides. He let out a shriek, rubbing his hands frantically over his torso. Laughter was bubbling up in his throat, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep it in. “Gahabriel! Stohop it!”

Gabriel just rolled his eyes, throwing the chocolate wrapper behind him, where it vanished in mid-air. “This is NOT adorable. How very dare Cas lie to me.”

“I did not lie.”

Both Dean and Gabriel turned to see Castiel standing in front of where the door would normally have been, watching them with amusement.

“I don’t find this,” Gabriel gestured to Dean, squirming on the floor, “’adorable’. I find it mildly entertaining.”

“Maybe you’re just doing it wrong,” Cas shot back, raising his eyebrows at his brother.

“Enlighten me.”

“Cahahas, dohon’t!”

Castiel ignored him, conjuring his wings and using his mojo to stretch Dean out into a star-shaped position. Dean felt Gabriel’s mojo slowly stop, but he knew he was in for worse. Cas straddled Dean’s waist, bringing his wings down to brush over the Winchester’s stomach.

“Ah! Cahahas! Dohohon’t do thahat!”

“Don’t what?”

“Ihi’m not fahalling for thahat!”

Castiel shrugged. Gabriel watched his brother and the hunter in entertainment. Castiel moved his wings down to stroke against Dean’s hips; the hunter erupted. “CAHAHAS! NOHO! PL-PLEHEASESTOPITNOHOW!”

“Ah, NOW I see it, Cassie.”

Dean was shaking his head frantically, his eyes squeezed shut and tearing up at the sides, his top ridden up over his stomach, his hair dishevelled and flying over his face.

“Adorable,” Gabriel cooed.


Cas laughed, relinquishing his attack on Dean’s hips and ceasing the hold he had on him. Dean curled into a ball, panting and cursing under his breath.

“That… thahat was horrible.”

“But adorable,” Gabriel said with a wink. “You were right, Cassie. He does look nice laughing.”

A flutter of wings and Dean was alone in the room once more. He crawled onto the bed, pushing his earphones into his ears again. As Metallica pounded through his head, one thought zoomed round his mind. He was NOT adorable, thank you very much.

Today i was reading about the accident Eric had with his nose during the shooting in the librady. At some point his nose was bleeding ,and a student overheard Eric saying to Dylan he’d shot himself in the nose and Dylan asking him something like ‘’why’d do that?’’ and here in Zero Hour Documentary you can see it happens after he shoots Cassie. I still wonder if that’s how it really happened or? What do you think..anyone here knows something more about this? 

Jason Todd: Loyalty

Imagine having a close relationship with Jason but still being with Young Justice and the team being completely dumbfounded when he comes to save you.

Warnings: Swearing


A relaxing evening - finally!
The team didn’t need you yet but you figured they’d call you in soon meaning these few moments of peace were taken very seriously so when your phone disrupts those precious moments you’re already dreading answering it.
Fortunately it wasn’t Nightwing informing you about a mission, instead it was Roy Harper asking for your aid on behalf of the Outlaws - Jason insisting if you were busy he’d handle it himself.

Reluctantly you agreed, Jason was a close friend after all and you were ecstatic to find out he came back from the dead. As a result you’d formed a friendship with the Outlaws after helping Jason out a few times, with that friendship came an invitation to join them but unfortunately you had to hold off on accepting until you found an appropriate way to leave Young Justice.
The Outlaws understood despite Jason’s argument of  “Fuck ‘em, just join us - they’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Where are you Roy?” You sighed grabbing your suit and weapons whilst listening to Roy’s directions.

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Note:  Happy Father’s Day!  Happy Pride!

“Uncle Raj, will you help me get something for Daddy and Papa?” Cassie asked her uncle while he was over for dinner with her parents.  Both Leonard and Sheldon were in the kitchen cleaning up, so Cassie decided to use the moment alone with Raj to ask for the favor.

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