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littlebabynothingz · 1 year
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Cass / 22 / mentally ill, that’s why this blog exists in the first place.
About me and this blog:
I am 100% pro-recovery, and if you chose to recover or are on the path, I will cheer you on. Recovery is such a beautiful thing.
This blog is 18+. If you are a minor or I find out you are a minor, I will block. Of course you can lie, I can’t stop you from that. It’s nothing against you, I promise. I was under 18 when I started my first ed blog, so I get it. I’m just very uncomfortable with people that much younger than me interacting with the kind of things I post
I don’t usually post with any tags, especially anything ed related, just to minimize the chances of my account getting t-worded. if you do reblog any of my posts, I ask that you tag with caution, for the safety of my blog as well as yours 💚
I am part of the LGBT+ community, and I support the community. if you’re not cool with that, deal with it or leave.
I’m super into mcr so if you ever wanna dm me and chat about the band/music, I’d be so down for that.
My Tags (i’ll finish this when I have time)
#cass.txt = pretty much all my text posts
#cass.pics = photos and shit. may include bc’s but those will also be tagged as such
# shut up cass = rants. some may be ed related, but I haven’t used it in awhile
# life of cass = posts about my life, usually not ed related
#ask cass = for when send ask
#cass has a job = posts about work shit
# cass needs therapy = new tag for specifically mental illness/sh/ed related posts
# cass reblogs = shit i reblog
Stats Under Cut <3
height: 5’8
sw: 130
cw: 118 (3/13/24)
lw: 117 😭
✅ 127 (bmi 19.3)
✅ 125 (19)
✅ 123 (18.7)
✅ 120 (18.2) - underweight!!!
⭕️ 117 (17.8)
⭕️ 115 (17.5)
⭕️ 110 (16.7) - “moderate thinness” underweight pt. 2: electric boogaloo
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tapakah0 · 26 days
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cementgeek · 11 months
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I caught up on the Cass Apocalyptic Series YAY
I know that @/somerandomdudelmao (I'm not sure if I can tag them. I don't want to annoy them, lmao) stated that the turtles will meet their future versions when Future!Donnie restores everyone, but I couldn't resist drawing this. Don't be mad at me haha!
This series is amazing, I feel like this could be a credible continuation of ROTTMNT <33
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Being fat, actually fat, with an eating disorder is fucking hell.
People assume you have BED, and if you actually do have BED people are so gross about it. If you have a restricting disorder people get concerned when you start eating more. People get concerned if you start to like yourself. People love to see you fucking miserable, and will completely ignore your misery in the same breath. It makes them feel good. They benefit at your expense through weight stigma.
So many physicians prescribe disordered eating to us. ED specialists in many places won’t even consider how EDs affect us. Our own community uses our bodies as inspiration to hurt themselves. Because nothing could be worse than looking like us, right? How are you supposed to love yourself when so many people actively don’t want you to?
To the fat person reading who needs to hear this, I give a shit if you recover. I give a shit that you are hurting. So many people don’t notice, so many don’t give a fuck, but I do. You deserve better. I want you to eat even if it means you gain weight. I want you to be happy in your body as it is. I want you to feel loved, I want you to feel seen.
If you are fat with BED, I see you. There is so much stigma and it is not your fault. Your weight isn’t “your fault”, you are sick. It’s not a moral failing. You deserve compassion, and the extent to which people project their own issues onto you is awful. You deserve to be comfortable in your skin, and your body is wonderful.
If you are fat with purging tendencies, or with restricting ones I see you too. We get praised for hurting ourselves, or no one notices. I see you. I’m sorry.
I wish so badly the world were more compassionate to you, but if no one else gives a shit, I do. Fight for recovery for me, even though I know that journey can be so, so lonely when you aren’t thin.
To those of you who have recovered, to those of you that may. You are worth it. You may be fat for the rest of your life, and that’s okay. It’s wonderful, your body is wonderful, and I see you and I’m proud of you. Sadly I know many of us recover alone, but I hope you know you aren’t. I’m rooting for you.
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bouncing off my last post, obviously none of the waynes would want to attend the met gala. so, i think they have a yearly betting or competition (different every year), and the loser has to attend.
they go the whole nine yards. expensive designers, over the top costumes. if they're going, they're going all out. they're all just waiting for the year that the theme will warrant sending one lucky family member in a bedazzled batman suit.
back home they play the night as a bingo game. they spend weeks curating a custom bingo sheet that best fits how they believe the 'chosen one' is going to act, and use it as they watch the event live. but as the kids get older (by the time tim is 16ish), it morphs into a drinking game as well, in 'take a shot when (family member) does _____' format, for the younger kids the shot is some disgusting exotic fruit juice that hits just as badly as what the older kids have.
the longer the tradition goes on, the more friends/co-workers/partners get roped into it. (they also start to send a +1 with the wayne kid, so they can involve everyone, but still get the same media attention their games require).
bruce opts himself out of the whole thing by the time all members of his kids respective teams (+ diana and clark) are over at the manor once a year to participate.
it becomes frankly disturbing how involved everyone gets, and how freakily vigilant of the media they all become in the days after the event (keeping in mind typically NONE of them, even the external participants who aren't in the wayne family, are active on social media whatsoever.)
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ferrouswheel11 · 4 months
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Tim: Look, I get what you're saying, but at this point I'm kinda used to my family attacking me when we first meet.
Jason: You realize it just makes it *more* fucked up that both me and Damian tried to kill you —
Tim: And Steph hit me with a brick. Oh, and Dick flipped me, though technically that wasn't the first time we met —
Jason: Dick *flipped* you?
Tim: Sure, but I flipped him first, so —
Jason: You WHAT
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cassyapper · 3 months
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rb and put in the tags what color you think the person u rb'd this from is
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so here's the thing. Cass's favorite brother is probably Tim. he's her little guy, her sweet cheese, her good time boy. they're both very similar to Bruce in a lot of ways, but more than that, they find it easy to be around each other. Tim is more quiet than the others, which Cass appreciates, but he's also fascinating to watch because there's constantly a thousand things going on beneath the surface of him. Cass and Tim are masters of parallel play, but only and primarily with each other. Tim is quiet when Cass wants to be quiet or talks when she needs to talk, and if she doesn't have the words for something he never so much as bats an eye (even Dick bluescreens sometimes trying to figure her words out), he just helps her find the right ones. Tim can read her almost as well as she can read him, just slower and not trained into him, it's just how he is. he looks at her and tries to figure out how she works, the way he does with everyone, a way most people don't. it makes her feel seen the same way she sees, and that's valuable to her.
another thing is that Tim is also, in all honesty, Jason's favorite brother. like it's almost counterintuitive considering how they first really met, but hey — brothers forged in blood, right? there's some wild poetry to it and they Get each other on a level the others don't really bc they're the middle children, 2nd and 3rd and always afraid of being rejected. but they've got each other. Tim is Jay's favorite because he's so incredibly forgiving (to be welcomed back to the family by the kid he nearly killed? the kid he hated? INSANE.) and because he doesn't judge. (Jay is Tim's favorite bc he's chill when Dick or B can be smothering sometimes. Jason isn't the one who lost a brother and a son, he's the one who was lost, so he's not quite so afraid of losing. yes, he's protective, but not overwhelmingly so.) they have an instinctive kind of brotherhood where they balance each other out, tempering each other's worse tendencies and bolstering the better ones without having to talk about it.
the third thing: Cass really does not like Jason. she has the no-kill rule in her heart even before she had words to explain it, and it's different than with Bruce because she's lived it. she's lived the reason why they have that rule. and Jason has too, but come out on the other side, what Cass considers the wrong side of a worldview completely different than her own. Jason kills, he breaks the law written in her soul and in their adoptive father's, and no one stops him. she can't comprehend it, and she will never accept it. she rarely uses his name, rarely interacts with him at all if she can help it because much as she wants to start a fight, it would hurt Bruce if she did and she doesn't want that. she just calls him Hood, most of the time. if they absolutely have to work together, she does what needs done and leaves.
so. Cass hates Jason. and Jason hates being hated. as far as the principle goes, he can get why Cass doesn't like him, but she's loath to even be around him and that bothers him. she's just this side of being actively hostile, meanwhile Jason is honestly trying his best not to tick her off but it's really hard when he gets glared at by possibly the most intimidating Bat every time he's at home. the same way there's a difference between Bruce and Batman (they put away masks at home, or at least they try to), there's a difference between Jason and the Red Hood. but Cass, determined, rock-solid Cass, refuses to accept that. it's not a good situation, especially when Tim gets in the middle of it, because both Cass and Jason love Tim but hate each other and Tim is just tired and wants his siblings to get along and see, this is why he prefers one on one time to family gatherings.
because at some point something happens and Tim gets hurt, maybe captured or outnumbered (as capable as he is, even a great strategist and skilled fighter can be overwhelmed at times) while out on patrol, and Oracle, sitting in front of her computer array, sighs and rubs her temples and opens up a communications channel to the only two Bats available to assist — Red Hood and Black Bat. she tells them what's up, gives them Red Robin's location, and then dips back out of the channel because she is not going to spend the rest of the night listening to palpable silence from Cass and increasingly frustrated questioning from Jason. she's not paid enough for that.
so Cass and Jason HAVE to work together. HAVE to team up to save their mutual favorite sibling (who, for what it's worth, has no clue he's ANYONE'S favorite). and neither of them is pleased with this turn of events, on multiple counts — 1, Tim is hurt. 2, Cass hates/at least strongly dislikes Jason. 3, Jason has tried everything to make peace with her and is honestly feeling a little bit desperate about it at this point because he has tried EVERYTHING, so now he's just right back at aggression. it's a situation that really can't have a good outcome for everyone, because Cass and Jason's mutual dislike for each other is at odds with their mutual love for Tim and both of them arrive at the same conclusion: all they can do is work for the best outcome for their little brother.
Tim, who has only been lightly stabbed and could have probably gotten by with just one person for backup instead of two, let alone THESE two, is both exasperated by the turn of events, and just plain glad that someone came for him. he's bleeding and hurting and watching from the alley floor as Cass stares (glares) at Jason, who's trying to figure out how to get a shot in that will give Tim a way out without, yknow, shooting his brother in the process.
and then Cass just swoops down and between her insane skills and the intimidation factor of a bat with a full-face mask the entire situation is diffused before Jason has a chance to shoot anybody, which is a better outcome than Tim expected. Jason grapples down as Cass is finishing up with the last few bad guys and she turns around and starts glaring through the mask again. the problem is, she loves Tim. he's her favorite brother, the one most like her and most like their father. but Jason loves Tim too, and Cass can see it as soon as she looks, really looks to see it. and it's so, so obvious when she sees Jason's bloodstained, scarred hands carefully bandaging Tim's (slight) stab wound and the fact that Jay pulled off his helmet as soon as it was safe to and is talking and grinning and keeping a steady eye on Tim because everyone knows that Tim plays down his injuries often and you have to watch him, because he's smart enough to hide things unless you really know him. and Jason knows him. and Cass can see that. and as much as she doesn't like Jason, as much as she's possessive of Tim, she softens for just a minute.
not that she'd ever tell anyone, and Tim was too distracted and half-foggy from blood loss to see it in her at the moment. Cass still doesn't like Jay. Jay is still utterly frustrated by the fact that she won't give him a chance. Tim is still annoyed by all of this and complains to Babs about it (bc Steph just laughs and says all three of them need to suck it up and move on, which is TRUE, but unhelpful) any chance he gets.
it isn't until an Arkham breakout, not the worst they've seen but obviously not good news, when Jason gets badly hurt and Tim (who was with him at the time) gets Really Scary, like full-on not moving a muscle, staring down the man who did it with such intensity that it feels like he could kill with only his masked eyes, sharp and suddenly absolutely terrifying to anyone who doesn't know him, that something really clicks for Cass. because she slips in as Tim coldly, calculatingly shatters the guy's kneecaps just as thoroughly as Jason's bullets would have done and then his rigid intensity falls away and he's a kid terrified that his brother is hurt.
Cass sees the way Jason is with Tim and she can't quite reconcile that caring with all his killing but she knows, because she can SEE it, that Jay cares about Tim much the same way she does. and then she sees how Tim acts when Jason is hurt, the scary sharp side of her little brother that only comes out when he's very, very afraid and very, very determined, and she sees the way he loves his older brother and... she can't deny that either.
and maybe Cass will never LIKE Jason, maybe there will always be some tension between them, but. she doesn't call him only "Hood" all the time, anymore, and Jason is capable of recognizing that tiny detail as her version of a peace offering. Tim is just glad they're not yelling at each other (or Cass's silent staring version of yelling) all the time. maybe it's a whole mess, but hey, they're working on it. as long as there's love, somewhere, there's something. (there's family)
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jyndor · 4 months
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hey rebelcaptain/rogue one/andor fans ❤️🍉🇵🇸
it's global strike for palestine week so we're not posting about anything other than palestine.
when we can, we're not shopping, we're not going out, we're not working, we're not going to class, we're shutting this shit down.
I recommend mutuals join me in forgoing ANY non-palestine stuff on social media - no fandom, no nothing. with one exception:
I will be taking gifset requests for esims, or for donations to other palestinian causes. rogue one fans, andor fans, rebelcaptain fans - if you're not free palestine you missed the point.
any donation amount is good! just submit a screenshot of a receipt and I'll do the gifset request.
EDIT: I will also be matching donations up to at least $100.
here's some charities:
palestinian children's relief fun
islamic relief
msf/doctors without borders
of course there are others, too.
info on e-sims.
🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉
to inspire you, here's receipts from two donations I made recently.
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down with occupation, up with liberation.
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oxygenunavailable · 10 days
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Colored a panel from @somerandomdudelmao’s Marble Sky comic, it’s literally all that’s in my brain rn.
click for better quality. I worked really hard on this.
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gumnut-logic · 1 month
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“Hey, Virg, c’mere.”
Virgil nearly lost his drink as Gordon yanked on his arm. “Gordon?!”
His fish brother muttered something that could possibly be considered an apology in some reality, somewhere, but kept pulling, dragging Virgil across the room.
They were at a London function, dressed to the nines, cufflinks and all, and Virgil had been in a very interesting conversation with his plus one. That plus one being Cass McCready and she was dressed in a most appealing manner that had him itching for a paintbrush…among other things.
Instead, he was being dragged across the floor by his fish brother and Cass was fast vanishing behind him in the crowd.
Her amused smile was rather alluring at least.
Gordon and he were going to have words after this.
His brother finally stopped tugging when they reached a group of rather burly looking men and women. All of them were dressed in evening wear, but there was a certain anticipation in all their expressions.
What?
A small table had been set up with two chairs. A particularly large man was sitting in one of them, an air of confidence emanating off of him.
Virgil stared.
“Virg, it is up to you to uphold how Tracy honour.” Gordon straightened beside him.
“What?”
“I need you to arm wrestle this man and prove your heavy lifting muscles to these dunderheads.”
There was a muffle of snorts at that and Virgil suddenly realised he knew a couple of these guys.
This was Blue Squad. Cass’ firefighting team.
A soft sigh of silk and Cass appeared at his elbow. “Looks like you have a challenge there, Tracy.” She was smiling at him.
It was a nice smile.
“C’mon, Virg, Tracy honour is at stake.”
He turned to his brother and glared, only to find Penelope on the fish’s arm.
Oh, honour, definitely.
Shows of masculinity really weren’t his thing. Scott had been known to flex his muscles occasionally for the ladies, even if it wasn’t immediately obvious, but Virgil was quite happy to draw attention in other ways.
Cass placed a hand on his arm and whispered in his ear. “The team need a little encouragement. Show them how it is done.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. This was her squad…and then he saw the sparkle in her eye. His lips curled as he saw the pride in her people shining there.
“Virg…” It was almost a whine as Gordon tugged on his tux again.
“Okay. Fine.”
“Yess!”
Gordon should never play poker.
Or maybe he should. His military brother did know how to play a situation, after all. This was possibly all a show.
Virgil folded himself into the chair opposite and found himself looking up at the firey opposite him. “Hi. Virgil Tracy.”
“Butch Huggins.” His voice was like a rumbling rock fall and his smile ever so confident. This was definitely a guy you wanted on your side when busting into a building on fire. He looked like he could take down a wall even in his tux.
Gordon, what the hell have you gotten me into?
A glance up at the spectators involved and he found himself ringed in eager smiles, Cass’ included.
She did have a lovely smile.
“Are we doing this?” The rock fall was apparently getting impatient.
Virgil swallowed and, unclipping his cufflinks, a present from Scott some time ago, rolled up his sleeve.
Butch did the same, revealing tattoos of flame up the length of well-defined forearm.
Maybe he should have brought his exosuit with him tonight.
The image of his claw and everything it was capable of filled his mind for a moment.
Gordon was dead when they got home tonight.
One dead fish.
And Scott might even grill him. Yes, Virgil was petty enough to bring in big bro on this one.
Where was Scott anyway?
Probably enjoying some female company. This Firey’s Charity Ball was full of very capable women, after all.
Butch slammed his elbow down on the table enough to trigger Virgil’s funny bone from afar.
Okay, well, apparently he was doing this.
Why did he feel so small? He wasn’t used to feeling small.
But confidence wasn’t something he was lacking, it was just the laws of physics didn’t seem to be leaning in his direction at the moment.
Cursing his fish brother from here to Atlantis, Virgil placed his elbow on the table. Butch grabbed his hand.
It was like being grabbed by a gorilla. Honestly, the man’s hand was huge.
If he was injured doing this and off rescues for any time at all, Gordon wasn’t going to be the only Tracy death later on.
Scott would kill both of them.
Cass was watching, though.
Virgil kicked himself for being so stupid.
Could he kill Gordon twice?
“Okay, we ready?” Gordon was flicking his eyes between Virgil and Butch.
“Ready.” Seriously, the man had a crumbling mountain for a voice.
“Let’s get this over with.” Virgil glared at his little brother.
Though something was warm in his stomach that Gordon was proud enough of him to set him up like this.
A little warm.
Very little.
“Ready, set…” Focus. “Go.”
And suddenly the mountain was falling on him.
Butch grunted, obviously throwing himself into this.
But Virgil Tracy had had mountains fall on him before and his shoulders were well trained in catching them.
The force travelled up his arm into his shoulder. His bicep was assisted by a considerable trapezius and deltoid, and while his forearm worked, his well-built pectoral joined in the refusal to move. Virgil pivoted just a little in his seat as practised reflexes took the strain.
And negated it.
Butch yelped as his hand was flexed backwards and slammed elegantly to the table top.
Oh, shit.
Virgil let go immediately. “Are you okay? Let me see that.” He reached for the man’s hand as it was quickly yanked away the moment he released it.
Butch stared at him. “How the hell?”
But Virgil didn’t have the chance to answer as the crowd around them erupted into cheers and hollers. There were hands patting him on the back and grabbing at him.
Someone kissed his cheek.
He blushed as he realised it was Cass.
Suddenly appreciating that he was still sitting down and there was an entire squad of fireman glaring at him…with some respect along with the outrage, Virgil hurriedly clambered to his feet.
“Way to go, Virg, I knew you could do it!” Gordon was bouncing on his feet.
Virgil shot him with his eyes.
The fish ignored him and kept bouncing until Penelope wrapped an elegant hand around his arm and distracted him with a smile.
She winked at Virgil.
A strong hand wrapped around Virgil’s bicep in almost a mirror move. “Smooth, Tracy. Huggins needed to be put in his place. I can use this to up the training regime. You’ve slapped down a benchmark.”
Virgil turned to find that beautiful smile on her face again. Her squad was grumbling behind her, shooting admiring glances mixed with glares in his direction.
Maybe he should join the squad next vacation just to fix that.
Yes, that was the entire reason why that suddenly seemed even more attractive.
Cass’ smile widened as she tugged gently on his arm, letting her head drop to his shoulder as it became a laugh.
Hmm, maybe he should thank the fish after killing him.
-o-o-o-
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midnighticee · 9 months
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Anyways! This scene has been living rent free in my head for about a week now and I had to make something for it! (Ignore the wet part, my sister's cat is a menace and decided to lick it for some reason?)
CAS belongs to @somerandomdudelmao
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Cass becomes a Halfa
I made a post a while ago with an idea for a fic, where one of the batfam is investigating Amity, and they come across fentonworks, at ehich point they go in, find the lab and deactivated portal, and walk in only to do the same thing Danny did, turning the portal on.
here's said post
Recently, I made a fandom server on Discord, and decided for shits and giggles to put a link to the idea, leading to a couple of us fleshing out the idea, and here are the screenshots.
credit goes to @mahoganydesk for "yes and-"ing my at times unhinged fic idea
And if you want to write this idea, go right ahead, I'd love to see what all your funky lil brains come up with, whether it's a reblog of this post or an entirely separate post with this one linked and me tagged
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if y'all wanna continue this idea, feel free to do so, and if you decide to write a fic from this please send me a link.
and feel free to join the server that I linked up the top, the more the merrier
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starlooove · 2 months
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‘Duke is normal for a bat’ just get it over with and call him a slur atp
Y’all fight to find every excuse to ignore and exclude or other him or just make him fucking boring in comparison to everyone else when that’s not the case? Like if you wanna compare missions/adventures whatever, right that’s just less run time; but y’all extend that to his personality and it’s so weird. Y’all make ‘lack of experience’ everything about him and it’s so irritating bc 3 guesses as to why we don’t have much Duke stuff? Hint It rhymes with bacism. And the crazy thing is the Duke stuff we DO have IS interesting and it has so much potential not just for him but to expand Gotham and the batfam, and even outside of that due to his relationship with the outsiders, in general but y’all can’t stomach that a black boy (BOY! Bc don’t get me started on the adultification to justify ignoring him in order to infantilize ur white faves) can be interesting or have a spotlight shone on him it’s so infuriating. I wish I could blast this into y’all’s brains over and over till you GET it
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anthyies · 9 months
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im the only person who thinks this but i think he looks like this
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moltenhair · 1 year
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The more time that passes since the reveal of the ‘moon cassandra’ design the less I like the look of the “suit”. In big action poses where the limbs are all out and visible it’s fine. Or when she’s standing still and her arms are at her sides.
But anytime any of her body parts overlap they mush together into a big black blob.  Especially on dark backgrounds, which was where Moonsandra spent most of her time. 
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her body completely fades into the background which is ironic. because this was supposed to be her ‘standing out on her own’. Looking at the below stills it took me a moment to find her left arm in the shot. Or her legs in the second one. She spends a lot of time in stills looking like a floating head.
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Everyone else has some level of contrast that helps them stand out but it seems like the only part about Cass’s design that was meant to stand out was her hair. Edmund even, who is also wearing all black armor, has purple lighting accents on it and wears a cloak in a different color to add variation. When he’s on a black background you can still see his shape. It seems like the problems with this arc go all so deep that even on a technical animation/design level they didn’t know what to do with her. The main villain of the show shouldn’t be blending into the backgrounds there should be something to make her POP
This isn’t me bashing the animators obviously. they animate what they’re given they don’t decide what the backgrounds look like or how the characters are designed. This is another one of those ‘this comes from the people at the top’ issues because this was one of many designs they could have gone with and this was what got approved. 
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