Cass's S3 arc was wasted potential, how about we fix that
This is gonna be a long one so buckle up.
yes yes we all know how much her villain and redemption arc was very iffy and can be fixed in so many ways. For example the ones I've seen:
Remove Gothel and focus on different motivations, you could have her doing it to protect Rapunzel rather than simply turning against her out of jealousy.
Have Zhan Tiri literally posses her through her ill feelings and control her like a puppet both physically and mentally.
Have the mirror demon Cass take the moonstone as a double plot twist, leaving Cass stuck in the house of yesterdays tomorrows, and nobody even knows.
All of these are fantastic ideas to rewrite her arc but one I've seen less explored in detail is the insanity route.
Insanity and delusion arcs, if done well, can make for some very compelling characters, whose motivations and actions can be unpredictable, but also understandable.
What if the moonstone slowly ate away at Cass's sanity, ON TOP OF what's she's already going through with her feelings of uselessness and abandonment, and with Zhan Tiri constantly talking in her ear and feeding her lies used to justify those feelings. Just take what we already have in canon, and spice it up a bit to make it more believable.
What if the moonstone also projected voices? Lost souls who have succumbed to the effects of possessing the stone, some nagging and screeching at Cass, telling her not to make the same mistake as they did, and some encouraging and praising her to follow Zhan Tiri and do these awful things.
The thing is, despite hearing voices, Cass refuses to remove the stone, because she's never felt so alive, so powerful, and she slowly gaslights herself into believing that the stone is, in fact, keeping her alive, because without this power she may as well be dead, with her injury essentially ruining her future, and that's her justification in Crossing the Line.
Think of the Ice King from Adventure Time. His crown gives him incredible ice powers and keeps him alive, but it takes his sanity from him, creating an impossible labyrinth in his mind that he becomes trapped in, leaving him a shell of his former self.
So Cass spends 6 months without other human contact, with only the comfort of the little ghost girl and the voices. She's angry, she's scared, so the red rocks still appear. She doesn't know what's happening anymore, why she feels so proud and yet so so guilty all the same. She's confused, she can't sleep, she can't think straight, the voices are pulling at her psyche, tearing her mind in two, one that is still loyal to Raps and is sorry betraying her, only wanting to be noticed for once, hoping they can fix their friendship, and one with a darker train of thought that is angry, in pain, and thinks that this is the only way, that Rapunzel needs to know how it feels to be seen as nothing but a shadow, an afterthought, a mistake, like she has been seen as for so many years.
They conflict, each thought slowly becoming more and more incoherent as it all blends into a cacophony of static noise, a whirlwind of emotion that she doesn't know how to process, and so she does what she's always done when he feels lost.
She fights.
Rapunzel sees her after 6 months and notices something off. Cass's confidence and pride all those months ago seem to be gone, she sees a caged animal, growling and clawing at scraps of salvation. She's talking to herself.
Varian is kidnapped, with the intention of obtaining more power, because without this incantation, she's nothing but a nuisance to her former friends unless she proves that she's powerful enough to pose a threat, so she can finally be taken seriously.
Nothing Left to Lose is relatively the same, but Cass appears more unhinged in her movements, nearly impaling Varian and even herself as the song continues. She cant lose, not when she's lost her parents, capability, future, friends, home, and without knowing just yet, sanity.
Bring back the deleted storyboards of her panting and lashing out as she destroys the painting of Raps, and you can see the slight remorse in her eyes before a faint whisper ushers her away from the wreckage, telling her to claim their her rightful throne.
When the gang tries to enter, she revels in their struggle, they finally have an inkling of what it's like to be so determined to reach a goal, only to be shut down at each corner. She laughs, but it doesn't sound like her. She eventually lets them up on her own, they need to see just how powerful she's become.
"I'm glad you could make it Raps, I've been waiting for you."
Attack. Attack. This is your chance, coward.
"Shut up..."
"...I didn't say anything Cass..."
Cass pauses, none of the voices ever responded to her pleas before. She looks at Rapunzel with an unreadable expression.
You're crazy, you're insane insaneinsaneinsane doitdoitdoit makehersufferkillher kill her
"I said SHUT UP!"
She lashes out. She fights. She's quick, strong, but also sloppy, and that's what makes her fall to Rapunzel's power.
The moonstone is chipped like her psyche. What now whatnow whatnowwhatnow?
More power they whisper, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
But it's not enough, it's never enough, she's never been enough. She's stuck, she's always been stuck. An endless cycle of a dream, a goal, a passion, followed by an obstacle, an intrusion, a blonde princess. She needs to break this cycle before it breaks her further.
So she lets the ghost girl guide her, too tired and too sick to navigate her ocean of emotions anymore. Letting wave after wave pass over her until she drowns, and suddenly she's in a cave, clutching a broken box, pieces scattered about like her heart.
She doesn't know what she's saying anymore, what's an intruding voice and what's her own thoughts. She keeps flashing back, stuck in a house, stuck in a castle, stuck in a tree, stuck in a mirror, stuck in a tower, stuck in a cave, stuck, stuck, stuck.
She and Rapunzel break out, with a broken mirror, and a broken spirit.
The voices are screaming, ringing, screeching, she can't form a single coherent thought. She's stuck between ideas.
Forgive her, love her, fix this, fix yourself.
Kill her, hurt her, show her exactly how much she's hurt you. Kill.
Fix. Kill. Fix. Kill. Fix. Kill. FIX. KILL. F I X. K I L L.
Compromise. She's never considered a compromise, never had the peace of mind to. Kill or be killed, was all it ever was for her.
Now it's Rapunzel who is stuck, trapped in a cave by a woman trapped in her mind.
Eventually she finds the missing shard, but her minds only fractures further. She sees visions when she touches those small shoulders, a demon conqueror, a blue haired puppet, an eclipse.
Everything shatters.
She's sick. She's ill. She doesn't know who she is or what she's meant to do.
For once, the good voices ring louder.
Find her. Talk to her. Tell her what's wrong. Maybe she'll listen.
For once.
For once, she lets the good voice be her guide.
But of course they wouldn't want her. She's crazy. She's ill. She's insane as Eugene has put it.
"Cass, please, you don't have to be the bad guy."
So that's all she was.
"I don't want to be the bad guy. I'm sick...I can't think straight. I don't want to fight anymore ok? I just...I can't-"
She's cut off by a shot of amber, and everything is a blur.
Anger, pain, sadness, guilt, betrayal, whispers, screaming, crying, she's screaming, she's crying, she's insane. She's stuck.
She's in a throne room, your making a mistake rightful place, they say. She doesn't want this, she wants...she doesn't know what she wants. She can't feel, she can't think, and suddenly, she doesn't care.
She doesn't care when the eclipse comes. She doesn't care when Rapunzel arrives to take back her kingdom. She doesn't care when the puppet strings are pulled and she's suddenly fighting again. It's automatic. It's feels right. It feels wrong.
Rapunzel is trapped, encased by her (how did that happen?) She can only make out one word in the train wreck that is her mental state.
"Why?"
Why? Why had she done this? Was it even her anymore? Was it Cassandra? Who even is Cassandra? What does she want? What is she doing? She doesn't know the answer to any of these.
Voices and thoughts overlapping, creating a buzzing sensation, she answers as honestly as she knows how to.
"I wish I knew..."
Zhan Tiri take the moonstone, and she just lays there, thinking she's about to die, after all, the stone kept her alive, right? She's never felt so alive and so dead.
She hears Rapunzel's voice, she must have died too. Or maybe it's another one of the good voices giving a final goodbye. She looks around, Hell isn't yellow and rocky...Hell doesn't have a brunette princess...
They're stuck.
"Snap out of it Cass-"
You're crazy.
"I should be dead..."
"...what...?"
Useless. Unwanted. Mistake.
"That stone kept me alive... I might as well be dead... after all, I was as good as dead to you wasn't I?"
"Cass..."
Pitiful. Weak.
"Shut up...i can't think...i don't know who I am anymore...the voices...the voices won't stop...what am I supposed to do...what am I meant to do...who am I...?"
"Oh Cass..."
She tries to listen to Raps's speech, how she was sorry for ignoring her and her feelings, sorry with what was happening to her, how she was her best friend, how they can both work to fix their friendship, to fix her.
For once, Cass allowed herself to relax, as Raps pulled her into her arms.
She dies, for real this time. She can feel the floatiness, the numbness, the void that she could only feel in her mind had finally spread to the rest of her body.
Dead weight.
She's awake, and it's as if nothing has changed. She's surrounded, Raps and Eugene are there welcoming her in their embrace, and she almost feels whole again.
She cries, and cries, and cries and screams and cries and cries and cries.
She doesn't know who she's meant to be, she doesn't know anything anymore. Drunk and ill with power for so long, she's lost everything, her purpose, her future, herself.
She's stuck.
She's given a trial, found guilty of treason, but sentenced to exile as a way to better herself and her mind. Prison would only kill her further.
She's on the road, nothing but herself, Fidella, and the voices, searching for a destiny long lost to a cycle of misery of pain, finally moving, no longer stuck.
geez that took forever oh well I hoped you enjoyed I guess and if you made it this far, thanks for reading, and let me know what you think :)
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never learned to read your mind
season 1 AU | 1k words | general audiences | pre-MSR | AO3 | tagging @today-in-fic
i.
She leaves after their second-ever case together, after he ditches her at the motel in Idaho and gets his memories wiped at Ellens Air Base. He can't even blame her; he wonders if he hadn't gone off on his own, if she would have stayed. He isn't angry at her, tries not to be bitter, except that he is just a little bit. He'd thought Scully was different, laughing in the rain with him and listening, truly listening, when he confessed his past to her. She apologizes when she tells him, over and over again, and he lies and tells her there's nothing to forgive.
ii.
The next time he sees her is three days after Christmas, when she walks into the office with a knock and nervous look the way she had that first day six months ago. The basement feels emptier now than it had before she came and left. He's surprised to see her again.
"Anything I can help you with, Agent Scully?" He asks, maybe a little brusquely. He kicks himself for being unnecessarily snippy; she had no reason to stay, he can't hold her choosing to move on in her career against her.
She shuts the door behind her like she's telling a secret before she tells him that her father is dead, before she asks what he knows about visitations, before she lets him reach out and cup her cheek; it's a gesture that both asks for forgiveness and offers comfort. He doesn't know her well enough to know how to do either properly.
She says she needs to work, and there's something raw open in her eyes, and on a whim he invites her to South Carolina with him. She notes his skepticism towards Boggs with a hint of curiosity breaking through her sadness and tells him her father's funeral is today, she'll get a flight and see him tonight.
"I'm sorry about your father, Dana," he says, before leaving her in the office like she's meant to be there. He thinks he hears a filing cabinet open as he walks up the hall.
iis.
He's grateful to have her along; no matter how broken she might be right now, her doctor's instincts kick in the moment he goes down and the last thing he's conscious of before he blacks out is Scully's voice more steady than he's heard her all day promising he'll be okay. If he knows one single small thing about her, it's that she doesn't lie. He's a little surprised when she takes over working the case, a little more surprised and perturbed when her skepticism slips and she allows for the possibility of Boggs telling the truth; he remembers what she'd said about her father, about visitations, and snaps at her to be careful. He didn't drag her out here just to cause her more pain.
She sits on the edge of his hospital bed and they both watch the clock knowing that right now, Luther Lee Boggs is going to his execution. Mulder asks why she didn't attend, didn't go to find out what her father was going to tell her. "I already know," she says softly, with startling vulnerability and tears in her eyes. "He was my father."
iii.
She's his go-to pathologist, the only person he can trust with the mysteries neither of them can understand. He hovers over her shoulder in autopsy bays at Quantico and thinks that she's different than anyone he's ever known. He's never been around anyone quite like Scully, who catches him off guard every time she teases him because it's so genuine; he's used to being made fun of by others, not having fun with them. She argues with him, maintains both her decision to transfer and her skepticism, but she listens.
Once, in a fit of sheer frustration — not at her, but at their superiors, at Deep Throat, at everyone hiding everything and dragging them on wild goose chases and pointless road trips — he snaps at her, asks her why she's even here; they'd met covertly, trying to discover the truth behind a truck driver's tale, and he hadn't even asked her to come along. That old bitterness resurfaces that he'd first felt when he found out she was being assigned to him; it's a different one than when she'd left. She'd said he's the only one she trusts; he wants to trust her, but he can't make sense of her.
"I'm here for you, Mulder, not aliens or conspiracies," she says quietly, her voice steely. "I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you."
He whips around and stares at her in shock. They aren't even partners, and she insists that's how it should be. But he sometimes wonders where they would be if she'd stuck around.
iv.
He gets her to tag along on another case, claiming he needs a scientific perspective and telling her it'll be a nice trip to the woods. When it all goes wrong, and they're trapped in a cabin in the dark and she's panicking, cracking open in a way he'd only seen after her father died, he starts to kick himself. She shouldn't be here; she'd chosen a transfer because she'd wanted to be safe, and here he is trying to drag her back into the x-files and pulling her into danger. At least she lets him also pull her into his arms, the only thing he can think to do to comfort her.
v.
She saves him. She breaks into a government facility, steals physical evidence of secrets she still can't believe, and she saves him. Mulder has never been more grateful for any person in his life. When the x-files are shut down, after all his arguing with Skinner can't change it, he admits that for all his frustration, he's glad she got out before it crashed and burned. He doesn't want to take her down with him.
She goes quiet for a while, sitting on a bench in the dark, before suggesting he transfer to Quantico. After all this, even after she'd chosen to leave, she still wants to work with him. He will never understand her.
He thinks that if she hadn't left, hadn't chosen to be a pathologist instead of haunting the basement, they would be best friends; he thinks they are anyway.
Sometimes, he also thinks that he wants to kiss her.
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i recently read and confirmed elsewhere (on tudorhistory q/a ... of all things) that there was actually a (single, afaik) precedent for a royal marriage wherein the widow married her husband’s brother, it was however very different in circumstance to the marriage of catherine and arthur and subsequently henry which is maybe why it was never brought up precedentially by either side....
On 18 October 1319 the wedding ceremony between James of Aragon and Eleanor of Castile took place. James, according to the chronicles of the time, refused to give the kiss of peace during the ceremony, and James II had to do it.[2] After the ceremony, officiated by the Archbishop of Tarragona, the bridegroom again transmitted to his father his desire to renounce his rights to the throne and enter a convent. After the wedding ceremony, and after a discussion with his father, he fled on horseback, leaving his wife abandoned, and in December 1319, renounced his rights to the throne of Aragon in the Convent of San Francisco of Tarragona. Immediately, he took the habit of the Knights Hospitaller in the Convent of Santo Domingo of the same city.[2]
Alfonso, King James II's younger son, was proclaimed heir apparent. The rejection of Eleanor could have caused serious diplomatic incidents between the Castilian and Aragonese courts. James II informed Eleanor's grandmother, Queen Maria, about his regret for the actions of his eldest son, incomprehensible to him. During the spring of 1320 Eleanor remained lodged in the city of Tortosa; during her stay there, James II and Alfonso became aware that the younger James planned to recover his wife and his rights to the throne, and the conspiracy was thwarted by his father.[3]
After her stay in Tortosa, Eleanor lived in the cities of Zaragoza, Calatayud and Ateca, from where some Castilian ricohombres returned her to the Kingdom of Castile and León.[4] Once in her homeland, Eleanor retired to the Abbey of Santa María la Real de Las Huelgas, although she never took the veil.[5] In early 1325, King Edward II of England proposed the marriage of his eldest son, Edward, with Eleanor, and sent his proxies to negotiate the terms of the wedding by charter dated 6 February 1325. The union never took place due to Edward's deposition.
so...never lived together, never so much as even shared the same bed the night of the wedding, not to mention he takes orders before he can do any of these things, and abdicates (although apparently he gets cold feet/buyers’ remorse later...). very different case, but, funnily enough, eleanor does have sons by her previous husband’s brother after their marriage:
In Ágreda in January 1329 the betrothal between Eleanor and King Alfonso IV of Aragon was signed, and the wedding ceremony took place one month later, on 5 February in the Church of San Miguel de Tarazona. The ceremony was attended by King Alfonso XI of Castile and King James II's children, Maria, John, Peter and Ramón Berenguer. Alfonso IV gave his new wife the city of Huesca and other villages and castles belonging to the Aragonese crown.[4] This marriage improved relations between Castile and Aragon in a renewed alliance formed with the aim of reconquering Granada. The Kingdom of Aragon had breached several marriage agreements, returning to Castile several princesses after breaking off engagements, and this union put an end to the practice.
Eleanor became a disruptive influence in Aragon, plotting to advance the interests of her own sons over those of her stepson, Peter, born from Alfonso IV's first marriage with Teresa d'Entença, Countess of Urgell, who died in 1327. She convinced her husband to consent to make significant territorial donations to the children born to them, Ferdinand and John. Alfonso IV was generous and on 28 December 1329, he granted Ferdinand the Marquisate of Tortosa and the cities of Albarracín, Orihuela, Callosa, Guardamar, Alicante, Monforte, Elda, La Mola, Novelda and Aspe.[7] Eleanor's younger son John also received several lordships: Elche, Biel and Bolsa.
These donations made by Alfonso IV diminished the territorial patrimony of the crown and mainly affected Peter, producing a climate of resentment in the Aragonese court. Because of this the nobility was divided into two camps. One of the two sides was in favor of Queen Eleanor and her sons, and the other defended the prerogatives of Peter and his full siblings. When the King granted his son Ferdinand the cities of Xàtiva, Alzira, Sagunto, Morella, Borriana and Castellón de la Plana, all located in the Kingdom of Valencia, the local subjects protested, and for this reason the King decided to revoke these last donations
although...
Her youngest son, John of Aragon, was assassinated in Bilbao on 12 June 1358 by order of his cousin the Castilian sovereign,[10] and one year later (March/April 1359), she was murdered in the castle of Castrojeriz by order of her nephew.[5]Four years later, in 1363, her oldest son, Ferdinand of Aragon, was assassinated in Burriana by order of his half-brother, King Peter IV.[11]
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