Cassandra Goth Pt. 1
EA Version
Makeover Version
Cassandra Goth outfits 1-4:
Hair- RavenSim Lyra Hair
Eye Color- DFJ Whisper Eyes
Eyelashes- Miiko 3D Eyelashes Part 5
Skin Overlay- Ooh Smooth Female
Lipstick- Myobi Charming Lipcolour
Everyday-
Trillyke Hide & Seek Top
AxA Girlboss Jackie Skirt V2
Jius Leather Platform Ankle Boots 04
Formal-
Aretha Secret Society Sabrina Dress
Jius Leather Heeled Ballet Pumps 01
Athletic-
ADA Aaliyah Top
Trillyke Booster Sweatpants
Jius Low Top Sneakers 03
Sleep-
Aretha Rachel Top
Trillyke Horololo Shorts
GALLERY ID: saraalina
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Soooorrrryyyyy I'm late 🥺 but better late than never 😉😊
I'm so glad to see that Bruce takes care of Bluey as much as possible and that Phil wants to help too by taking huge risks to obtain a 7 feet long deep freezer...that's a big task 😬🤔😁🧊🧊🧊
All the cuteness is killing me 😭💖... y/n cooking for him🥩🥪 in the early morning, Bluey putting her lipcolour💄 from his thumb around his lips💋 like he wants to be or have a part of her, the foreheadkisses are BAAACKKK 😭😁🥰💚💙 and he can't get enough of her kisses and touches and how it makes him feel 😏😏😏...I knew he loves being kissed and hopefully they're going to kiss A LOT in the future 😉😏💋💋💋...and she feels so alive when Bluey touches her 🥰🤗. I love it when he's tilting his head, I can visualise it clearly every time (thanks to you, my Queen of words🥰😘)
The gift again, like always 🥰, it's adorable,... his reaction when he saw Phil on the photo...is he jealous? Afraid? It's so important for Bluey to show y/n immediately that she's more for him than just a friend💙💚💖
'You could only think about how perfectly your hand adjusted in his when he held you'
Yes, that's it, they're made for each other. Bluey needs to be cuddled all the time 🥺🥰💙 and y/n too, she deserves to feel alive, loved and good 🤗🥰💖
So let them cuddle and kiss (...and more 😁😉😏) like there's no tomorrow...let's break the chains ⛓️...because they hurt 😭
I can't wait for the next chapter because I love this story so much 😍💙💚
Don't be sorry my dear 💚 Yeass there are evil people like Rogers and Stark but there are good ones too. Just like the world is
They both react to each other so intensely, it's like magic, sparks everywhere, Bluey is feeling all those things for the first time since he doesn't remember anything from his previous life and she's experiencing the kind of touch she has never had before. It's adorable 🥰
Jotun Loki tilting his head is the cutest. Something like this
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In the End
Inspired by a song of the same name by Beth Crowley, I’ve decided to write a Sofia x Katya fic of Sofia’s last thoughts in that tragic gun scene, going over her reminiscing about meeting her dear friend, now soon to be her killer, her lover, her Katya. 720 words, on the short side I'm not used to writing Song fics.
Sofia POV, Katfia
CW: Major Character Death (Canon Compliant)
CW: Unreality
I saw you and recognized right from the start, we're both ruined, with matching insatiable hearts. And I knew that one day we'd take this too far.
That’s what she told herself. Every day, from that late winter’s night, too drunk, stumbling into one another, catching each other's eyes, arms, attention. She knew that one day it would lead to this. To the taste of copper on her tongue, the smell of smoke lingering in the air. Gunsmoke, sharp, dangerous, black. Mixed with cigarette smoke, soft, gray, safe, Katya. So distinctly Katya. Her Katya.
It was only a matter of time before the two intermingled, she knew. She knew, and some would say she should have acted. Should have ran. Fled. Found safety in the arms of another. But such thoughts, they weren’t realistic, she would think. There was no safer place for her than with her Katya. And even now, with her own blood, crimson, staining her lips, Katya’s lips, a different shade from her usual sharp lipcolour, darker, duller, she still felt safest here. Better to be dying in her arms than by the bed, alone.
It was always going to come to this, and she welcomed it.
My misgivings fade into nothing when I touch your skin and feel your heart beat next to mine. I'm not living if I don't have you at my side. Our twin flames could ignite the whole world for each other.
And they did. Oh how their hearts blazed when together, when perfectly in sync. They would burn so bright, brighter than the fires they set, brighter than the gasoline they’d pour, and the matches they’d strike. No building, no car, no man would ever burn as bright as their souls would together, searing, releasing fumes they both drank up gladly, intoxicated together by their own mutual self destruction. It was glorious. Nothing could compare to the scent of her Katya, to the high of inhaling the combustion of her very being, intermingled with the ashes of her lover.
Even now, as her senses start to fade, death creeping, eating at the corner of her mind, her vision, her hearing, she could still feel it, the fire, their fire, still burning. It always will. No god, no bullet could ever end it. It will burn and burn until there’s nothing left, not of her, not of her soul.
Even her Katya’s tears couldn’t douse the flames then, as she lowered her to the ground. Her eyes, crystal blue, stained red and damp with unspoken grief. Her Katya would never speak up. Not now. Not like this. And neither would she. There was nothing to be said. The taste of salt mixed with metal and they both knew, it had to be done, it had to be her, it had to be Katya. And the fire would still burn.
I don't want to stay away from you
So I won't even try
You say you will stay away from me
We both know that's a lie
There was no dividing them. The world had tried. Fate pulling them every which way. Wars and men would come and go, giving and taking, like two ends of a rope being pulled to and fro, but in the center they remained. Shifting but never separating. Burning and cutting and screaming and crying, hurting and loving and hating and clinging together with the desperation of children in the dark. They would bleed, themselves and one another, they would bind and kick and fight and do everything in their power to mend and break and mend again, like a bone unsplinted.
She said she’d leave, she always did. But when she was away, she was dead. Her soul snuffed out, empty. Cold as the winter’s frost. And she’d crave the flame. Over and over she’d never stay far, she couldn’t. They were bound. Two ends of the same wick, burning to blend together.
And here they were. Together. Blood and spit and tears and smoke, together on her tongue. Intermingled, intertwined. The last thing to fade from her awareness. The last flicker of her flame before it consumed itself. The last breath of her Katya, filling her lungs with the smoke of her soul. Together.
I can tell that we're going to destroy one another
In the End
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