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Cassie
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she/her| writing fic, being encouraging, trying to carve out a corner of peace in the chaos 🩷| ao3: unapologeticallyenthusiastic | IG: forgetmenot.sassenach | tumblr: forgetmenotsassenach17

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casandras.bsky.social
Playing my Jamie card for this week’s drabble, which feels like a big move with so much s7 left to go. But it feels like the right week to have his POV.
Will 7x04 Exhaustion weighs heavily as I tell Claire and Ian that I will be joining the fight, despite not wanting to. Despite the bone deep ache for Scotland making me increasingly restless, and a worry I cannot make sense of, as if my body knows something that is yet to be revealed. I had hoped Claire would be more resistant, less readily resigned to another war, another postponed promise of home. Even if this is a war that will be won, I wish it didn’t have to me. Didn’t have to be us fighting it. But for my family, I will.
December 4, 2025 at 12:23 AM
casandras.bsky.social
Took a s7 detour this week so I could write a little Thanksgiving drabble. A modern AU with a three-year-old Faith and the Frasers living in the U.S. for a year. 🥰
Sprouts Modern AU “Eat your brussel sprouts, please,” Claire chided with playful exasperation. “Yeah, da! Sprouts yummy!” Faith shouted through a mouthful of said sprouts. Jamie stabbed a perfectly roasted brussel sprout with his fork and sighed. He was beginning to regret suggesting that they embrace their one-year stay in the U.S. and make a Thanksgiving meal with all of the fixings. Especially when they were working hard with Faith to make sure she tried new foods, and he had to be a good role model. “Close yer eyes and think of England,” he muttered, grudgingly shoving the sprout into his mouth.
November 27, 2025 at 12:11 AM
casandras.bsky.social
The last chapter of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. I’m feeling more emotional about it than I expected to and am just so grateful to anyone who made time to read any or all of it. What a fun, silly, wonderful thing it is to write stories for others. 💜

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November 23, 2025 at 7:24 PM
casandras.bsky.social
I got something very similar the other day! Some weird sort of spam??
November 20, 2025 at 2:20 AM
casandras.bsky.social
They might not be on screen in 7x03 (or all of season 7 😭) but that doesn’t mean Marsali and Fergus don’t deserve some space in my current drabble series! 💜
Lacking 7x03 “A letter arrived from maman and papa today, ma chérie,” Fergus told her with a smile as they all sat down to dinner. As always, she and Fergus would read this one in bed that night, reveling in whatever gossip was swirling around the Ridge that Ma and Da managed to squeeze in their missives in between their pleas for them to come home for a visit. “Nos chéris,” the letter began in Da’s familiar, angular scrawl. By the end of the letter, they were curled into one another, lacking the words to express their devastation at losing another home.
November 19, 2025 at 4:36 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Eek! The penultimate chapter of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. Happy reading! 🥰

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November 16, 2025 at 7:12 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Life lately has meant I’ve been writing my drabbles on Tuesday nights/Wednesday mornings, instead of writing a bunch at one time & then not having to worry about it. And then today was a true dumpster fire at work so I found myself writing today’s drabble while walking Finn in the 430pm darkness. 😅😬
Heartbeat 7x02 If her eyes had left Mandy’s face for any time greater than a blink, Brianna would be astonished. There was nothing, save Mandy’s angelic face, that would give her the resolve she needed to uproot her family, to leave her parents. She found herself thinking of her mama, of the sacrifice she made to make sure Brianna was born safely, and how, after finally seeing her and Da together, she understood the enormity of mama’s decision. But she hadn’t appreciated the fervent tenacity of a mother protecting her child, and how nothing else mattered but ensuring her daughter’s every heartbeat.
November 13, 2025 at 12:35 AM
casandras.bsky.social
Happy Sunday! The the mood for something cute and romantic? Then chapter 46 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is for you! 🩷

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November 9, 2025 at 7:44 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Hi dears! A friend and I are hosting a fundraiser for Feeding America on my IG account and there are some Outlander prizes that will be raffled away to people who donate! And there are maybe a few more prizes coming…👀

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November 6, 2025 at 12:12 AM
casandras.bsky.social
It’s time for my season 7 POV drabbles and I am going to attempt to do something slightly different for this season. Every drabble will have a different POV, no repeats. Hopefully. 😅 For 7x01, we have an Ian POV.
Breathing 7x01 The difference between his anger and worry was indiscernible, save for the most subtle of tells, at least to start. Which was why Ian was not concerned, when his uncle’s first response to every question was a litany of rage-filled curse words, incoherent and vicious. He had seen his uncle react in the same way many times. And when his uncle later collapsed into a heap, curling into himself, anguish lining his face, Ian was similarly unsurprised. Only Auntie Claire’s absence could elicit such extreme emotions, only Auntie Claire’s return could bring his uncle back to himself; whole and breathing.
November 5, 2025 at 4:02 PM
casandras.bsky.social
For the last of my little series of autumn drabbles, some moonlight and some memories. (I moved up the 1743 full moon by a day for this to be accurate 🤫) 💜🌕✨
Harvest Fraser’s Ridge, 1768 They were huddled close together, a blanket and Jamie’s body heat cloaking Claire with the warmth she needed; the crisp autumn air giving way to frigid cold as the sunset below the horizon. “Remind me again why you were so adamant that we had to stargaze tonight?” Claire asked as she rested her head on his shoulder. Jamie hummed, as if lost in a happy memory. “Twas the same moon the night we first met twenty five years ago, Sassenach. The first full moon after the harvest moon, shining bright and clear sae I could fall in love with you.”
October 29, 2025 at 3:30 PM
casandras.bsky.social
It’s Christmas in October! At least if you read the new chapter of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 between now and Friday. 😂 Only three more chapters left! 😭

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October 26, 2025 at 6:42 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Hello! Back again with a fluffy Frasers fall #wednesday100. 🍂🍁🍂 I have some modern AU sweetness for you, and it was impossibly hard not to just write a whole oneshot for this one. 🥰
Leaves Fraser’s Ridge, Modern AU Faith’s incessant shrieks of joy pulled Claire from her office and the neverending mountain of charts needing to be updated into the late afternoon autumn glow. After some searching, she found Jamie and their three-year-old on the edge of the forest that lined their backyard, piles of leaves taller than Faith dotting the tree line. “I never understood why people bothered with raking up free fertilizer,” Jamie started, wrapping his arm around her waist. “But,” he added as Faith ran happily screaming into one of the piles, flinging herself down, leaves flying everywhere, “I am starting to understand the appeal.”
October 22, 2025 at 7:53 PM
casandras.bsky.social
OMG IT’S SO FLUFFY! It being chapter 44 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹, which you can read now!

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October 19, 2025 at 7:45 PM
casandras.bsky.social
It is alarming that these autumn/Halloween themed drabbles are getting progressively (and delightfully) sillier each week. But here we are. 😂 This week we are going apple picking 🍎🍏🍎.
Apples 1700s Fraser’s Ridge “Ye mean tae tell me that ye would go tae a farm and pick apples for fun?” Jamie asked, incredulity heavy in his tone. I supposed it must sound absurd to him — harvesting food for fun instead of survival — and I couldn’t blame the skeptical quirk in his eyebrow. “Well,” I bristled playfully, “wouldn’t you think it fun if I came to the orchard with you tomorrow and helped pick apples?” “Sassenach,” Jamie answered his hands finding purchase on my arse, “ye ken full well if ye come along, the only apples I will have my hands on are yers.”
October 15, 2025 at 5:53 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Back again with another autumn-themed drabble for this week’s #wednesday100. It’s a sweet and silly one. 🥰🎃
Scalpel 1700s Frasers Ridge “Grandda! Guess which one is mine!” Jemmy said eagerly as he pulled Jamie to the two freshly carved jack-o-lanterns. One of the pumpkins had a defined, simple face; the other lopsided eyes, a crooked nose, and an uneven, gaping mouth. Jemmy bounced with an anxious excitement, waiting for his grandda to guess, which Jamie did, confidently gesturing to the one on the right. “No, Grandda!” Jemmy laughed. “Grandma carved that one!” Later, when retelling the story to Claire, Jamie teased lovingly, his arms pulling her close to him, “It’s a good thing ye operate on humans and not pumpkins, Sassenach.”
October 8, 2025 at 3:54 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Happy Sunday! Here is chapter 43 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 for those interested in some extra fluff to cozy into. 🥰

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October 5, 2025 at 8:12 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Posting the one without the typo that I fixed before I posted but then proceeded to post the wrong version anyways. 🙃🙈
Haunted Modern AU “Is it over, Sassenach?” Jamie’s weary voice pressed against the crook of my neck; the screams fading to faint echoes and small, breathless gasps. “I think so, but there might be a surprise or two left,” I whispered gently. It probably wasn’t the right moment to remind my boyfriend that the haunted hayride had been his idea, promising if I got frightened, he would gallantly defend me from the scary wee beasties. And it could wait until later to tell him I said yes because I knew it would end with him burrowing into me; me getting to protect him.
October 1, 2025 at 10:42 PM
casandras.bsky.social
I’ve decided for October to write a series of autumn themed, modern AU Claire and Jamie drabbles for my #wednesday100 entries. I’ll be back in November with season 7 POV drabbles (because I can’t not finish what I started!), but for now enjoy five weeks of cuteness! 🍁🍂🎃👻
Haunted Modern AU “Is it over, Sassenach?” Jamie’s weary voice pressed against the crook of my neck; the screams fading to faint echoes and small, breathless gasps. “I think so, but there might be a surprise or two left,” I whispered gently. It probably wasn’t the right moment to remind my boyfriend that the haunted hayride had been his idea, promising if I got frightened, he would gallantly defend me from the scary wee beasties. And it could wait until later to tell him I said yes because I knew it would end with him burrowing into me; me getting to protect him.
October 1, 2025 at 8:22 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Chapter 42 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is truly just one big ball of fluff, and you can read it now!

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September 28, 2025 at 5:59 PM
casandras.bsky.social
One last Brianna S6 drabble for this week’s #wednesday100. I’ve enjoyed getting to explore a character I often struggle with more and find small ways to appreciate! 🩷
Biology 6x08 They both knew, acutely, biology had little to do with fatherhood. But she hadn’t been left to wonder about either of her fathers or their devotion to her. She wondered if that was her barrier to understanding Roger’s inability to trust, whatever Jemmy’s biology, his father was the man who tucked him in each night with a song. Was the man who carved his toys out of wood and listened to Jemmy’s stories with unwavering attention. Brianna was glad Roger now had confirmation for, what for her, was a matter resolved the moment Roger first held Jemmy in his arms.
September 24, 2025 at 7:40 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Happy Sunday! For those reading, chapter 41 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. I think (or at least I hope) you will especially like this one! 💜

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September 21, 2025 at 6:56 PM
casandras.bsky.social
Finn said the best way to celebrate my birthday was to take him to the park (which we do everyday).
September 18, 2025 at 12:53 AM
casandras.bsky.social
Having Brianna grapple with faith and religion in just 100 words was an interesting choice. 😅 But it was a fun thought exercise at least!
Solace 6x07 Brianna’s understanding of religion was largely academic, having grown up with parents who never prioritized developing her spiritual being. As a historian, Daddy ensured Brianna appreciated how religions emerged and the way power was wielded in the name of one god or another. Mama was more confusing. She would occasionally escape to church to find solace or whisper Latin prayers in moments of need, but she never would claim to be “religious.” But as they prepared to go to seminary, for Roger to become a priest, Brianna finally realized why mama held so closely to a faith she didn’t claim.
September 17, 2025 at 6:54 PM
casandras.bsky.social
For this week’s #wednesday100, the fates aligned in a stupid way and I had to write about Claire being sick while I snuggled both a sick dog and a sick nephew. Grateful that everyone is now on the mend. 🩷
Ameliorate 6x06 It was easier, Brianna learned, to sit in fervent, silent vigil with mama, a neverending stream of prayers and fears warring in her thoughts, than it was to comfort da. He was inconsolable, radiating a profound grief that caused her own to escalate to the point of immobilized panic. One of them needed to keep their anguish at bay. Needed to remain clearheaded enough to make decisions, to keep their light alive. She knew nothing, save for mama’s soft gaze of affection and whispered reassurances, would ameliorate da’s agony; so she pleaded with mama, not wanting to lose them both.
September 10, 2025 at 7:00 PM