Cassandra Khaw
@casskhaw.bsky.social
Writes books. Works in games. Does pole. Lifts weights. Has cats. Not actually here. Find me on Instagram.
(I remain firmly Not on Bluesky otherwise. Find me on Instagram damnit)
July 12, 2025 at 8:39 PM
(I remain firmly Not on Bluesky otherwise. Find me on Instagram damnit)
Oh my goodness. *Blush*
May 9, 2025 at 9:08 PM
Oh my goodness. *Blush*
("Flesh. Mechas?" "I said what I said.")
April 1, 2025 at 12:58 PM
("Flesh. Mechas?" "I said what I said.")
If you enjoyed the horror in my Tarkir stories, you might enjoy the horror in this one because well, we got everything from a haruspex who uses his own viscera to uh, semiconsensual flesh mechas.
April 1, 2025 at 12:58 PM
If you enjoyed the horror in my Tarkir stories, you might enjoy the horror in this one because well, we got everything from a haruspex who uses his own viscera to uh, semiconsensual flesh mechas.
I can't stop laughing at your description of her response oh my god
March 17, 2025 at 4:18 PM
I can't stop laughing at your description of her response oh my god
Not me frantically pawing at bluesky going wtf character count goddamnit
Thank you <333
Thank you <333
March 17, 2025 at 3:52 PM
Not me frantically pawing at bluesky going wtf character count goddamnit
Thank you <333
Thank you <333
With these stories, I wanted to explore all of that a little. All the ways our cast is wrestling with their own individual griefs. The positive and negative expressions. What we'd do. Who we become in the wake of it all.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
With these stories, I wanted to explore all of that a little. All the ways our cast is wrestling with their own individual griefs. The positive and negative expressions. What we'd do. Who we become in the wake of it all.
It can make us unable to see what we have, unable to live, because all we have is that pain and only that pain, and we burn and we burn until it turns everything around us to ashes.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
It can make us unable to see what we have, unable to live, because all we have is that pain and only that pain, and we burn and we burn until it turns everything around us to ashes.
We also sometimes *break* and that grief, that pain, becomes a parasite that eats at everything that we are, twists our soul. It can make even the best of us monsters because sometimes, we end up feeling like there's no way to soften the pain except to hurt something else.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
We also sometimes *break* and that grief, that pain, becomes a parasite that eats at everything that we are, twists our soul. It can make even the best of us monsters because sometimes, we end up feeling like there's no way to soften the pain except to hurt something else.
We learn to love harder, fiercer, wilder. We learn to stop taking things for granted. We write stories, we make sculptures, composes songs. We build myths and community. We carve life out of the emptiness.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
We learn to love harder, fiercer, wilder. We learn to stop taking things for granted. We write stories, we make sculptures, composes songs. We build myths and community. We carve life out of the emptiness.
But there's a power to grief. When we've grieved a certain way, we develop a specific kind of empathy, a new kind of language for talking to people going through the same pain. We learn how strong we can be, how capable we are at holding together someone else's broken heart while they mend.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
But there's a power to grief. When we've grieved a certain way, we develop a specific kind of empathy, a new kind of language for talking to people going through the same pain. We learn how strong we can be, how capable we are at holding together someone else's broken heart while they mend.
Grief is hard. Grief is the shittiest part of being mortal, in many ways. In the back of our minds, we all know that everything and everyone we love is going to go away one day somehow. It sucks. It really does.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Grief is hard. Grief is the shittiest part of being mortal, in many ways. In the back of our minds, we all know that everything and everyone we love is going to go away one day somehow. It sucks. It really does.
Grief over one's actions, even if they weren't your fault. Grief about making the right choices, about giving certain people up because even though you know it's what you needed to do.
March 17, 2025 at 3:49 PM
Grief over one's actions, even if they weren't your fault. Grief about making the right choices, about giving certain people up because even though you know it's what you needed to do.