Pirate Of Fire: Cassandra - Tumblr Posts

I honestly kinda feel bad for Cassandra. Her dad is banished and taken from the line of succession because he wanted to marry someone he loved and her right is given to her cousin

Yeah, it’s a shitty and unfair situation. But that doesn’t mean you go on a murderous rampage and make everyone else’s lives miserable. If she had just come to Lucette and told her about the problem, Lucette would’ve done everything in her power to help her.

Lucette doesn’t leave her family out to dry. She and Cas could’ve been great friends if she had asked nicely first. And ya know, NOT abandon her gf in the middle of the night and vanish without a trace or telling her.

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Muse: Cassandra Capstan (since none were specified)

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Bloodied knuckles |  Tear stained cheeks | Rust   | A busted lip   | Claws   | Fangs   | A bloody nose  | Chattering teeth   | A dark space underneath the bed   | Scratching noises on a wall   | Creaking metal   | Fog   | Dancing under moonlight   | Blood dripping lips   |  Heavy breathing in the dark  | A feeling of unexplained dread  | A figure in a dark corner  |  Dirty peeling wallpaper  | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark  | Bite marks on the skin  | Eerie whispers  | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes  | The growl of a hidden animal  | The sound of a blade being sharpened  | A deep, dark forest  | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building  | Eyes darting in paranoia  | A heavy beating pulse  | The feeling of being trapped  | Struggling to get out a scream  | Boards covering broken windows  | A quiet graveyard  | A gas station in the middle of nowhere  | A road that never ends  | Heavy fog rolling in  | The scent of blood in the air  | Eerie old photographs  | Walking along train tracks at night  | A chill going up the spine  | Gathering crows  | A dusty, dimly lit study  |   Mist over a deserted cobblestone street  | Ghost towns  | Shadows around a campfire  | The sound of chanting  | Church bells tolling  | An orange harvest moon  | A broken down carnival  | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned  | Wiping bloody hands on fabric  | Nightmares  | Waking up in a panic | A power outage  | Heavy lightning storms  | A secret trap door  | The feeling of being watched  | Fear from trauma  | A Ouija board set out on a table  | An eerie doll  | A scream of anguish and pain  | Withered plants  | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust  | Owl eyes in the dark  | Curled, dead tree branches  | A ritual altar  | Flickering candles  | A lantern held up in the dark  | Fear of being followed  | Creaking floorboards  | Repressed, horrible memories  | Clenched teeth  | Soft, echoing piano keys  | An old book covered in dust  | Many pairs of glaring eyes  | Stumbling in pitch black darkness  | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere  | Tarot cards on a table  | A trail of blood

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