#cass……. i miss u

[mysterycitrus]

it’s really disappointing when transformative works reflect the bad elements of the original works

i was reading about jeph loeb’s (consciously) racist exclusion of cass cain from hush, and all i can think about is how that continues, even two decades on, even in fan works. i won’t get into babs and steph and helena and kate, but cass is particularly insidious because she’s literally bruce’s kid. she’s been a wayne longer than jason (prior to his resurrection), and been in gotham longer than damian. her exclusion is purposeful, harmful, and sad. she’s not a difficult character to understand or write about, u just have to give enough of a shit to try.

[tangledinink]

[patting donnie] go on, boy! go on! fix it!

@somerandomdudelmao

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 6

Let's make it some in-world memes this time :)

[papaiyatree]

add this to the list of cass thinking of steph when she nears death or something

[tea-and-antlers]

I have the drawings my friend made me for Christmas in 2017. I took the cactus they knitted me to college; I have the knitted bisexual pride bunny too, and the felted dragon, the embroidery hoops and the fanart.

I have a knitted sock with a message in Morse code on it hanging on my door; I wear a dress they knitted me with reverence for how it feels on my skin. I have a box of stickers they have sent me in letters.

I have the paper cranes my friend made while waiting to drive me home from my IUD appointment. I have the the wristbands from concerts my lover took me to, that bumped his as we held hands and sang along. I have photo boxes full of letters friends have sent me.

I have a million little trinkets and doodles and mementos. They hold spots on shelves and dressers and the fridge and they turn my home into an altar for the small moments of care that pass between us.

Minimalizam is bullshit; I keep all the things that forever physically reminded I am fiercly loved.

[lemonlimestar]

HELENA MCFARLANE FIG NOBODY MOVE

[mattiebluebird]

Case fic AU of Duke's training year centered around his identity as Signal (big hero, works for/with Batman, above everyone else) vs. Lark (friendly neighborhood hero, fights for the little guy, does things his own way) told as he & the WAR crew investigate a strange new drug that gives people meta abilities, with several B-plots of the other Robins becoming heroes in their own right. Is that anything.

[puppppppppy]

if escape rooms as team building exercises became popular im not sure if id be more excited or terrified

[anthyies]

im the only person who thinks this but i think he looks like this

[datura-tea]

sometimes i go back to old unfinished art to see if there's anything worth salvaging and tonight i got pleasantly surprised!! these are from 2016, it's moz with my friend chordati's mack; i remember being so challenged with the leg placements in both and it's still a little wonky but it's not all bad :) i might repurpose these in the future but right now it's just nice to think about how much i've (hopefully) improved, art-wise

[chrswlls]

F in chat

[imogenkol]

— WIP WHENEVER

tagged by @adelaidedrubman @socially-awkward-skeleton @kyber-infinitygems @inafieldofdaisies @jillvalentinesday @marivenah thank you lovelies 💕💕💕

no pressure tags as always: @sstewyhosseini @jinfromyarikawa @voidika @shegetsburned @jackiesarch @corvosattano @florbelles @aceghosts @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @roofgeese @theelderhazelnut @shadowglens + anyone else who might want to share!

Got blessed with a short burst of writing for the morning after these two finally give in and decide to become official

Everything felt so… calm and peaceful. In the same way the sky looks before a storm. Imogen should be fleeing for her life or at the very least preparing herself for the inevitable destruction. But she didn’t – she couldn’t. All she managed was to lie in bed beside the woman she fought so hard not to love. The warmth of her body half draped over Imogen’s after a passionate night. It was such a simple thing, to have her beloved’s head rest against her chest and feel their breaths as one, yet she could not recall ever experiencing such contentment.

Destruction might just be worth it.

Bix trailed her fingertips along her bare collarbone which caused Imogen to smile. Her own caress lightly traveled up and down the mechanic’s spine in aimless patterns. It even felt extraordinary to touch her just for the sake of it. 

“I’m starting to believe you actually like waking up next to me,” Bix said in a lighthearted tone.

“I have always desired this,” Imogen admitted softly, tilting her head enough to nuzzle against hers. 

“Meaning you’ve always been afraid of this.”

Imogen tensed. The hard-wired urge to pull away and fiercely deny such an accusation threatened to overcome her, but there was no sense in refuting the truth any longer. Not from Bix. Gradually, the bounty hunter willed her muscles to ease. She wondered how long it would take to train these instincts out of her. “If we… truly commit to one another –”

Bix’s fingers twitched into a fist against Imogen’s skin. “If?”

“No,” Imogen quickly corrected herself. “No more ifs. What I mean to say is… Well, I have a lot to learn.”

“So do I. So does everyone,” Bix stated matter-of-factly. She leaned up on her elbow and met the other woman’s apprehensive expression. “You’re here. You’re trying. That’s all that really matters to me.” 

A strand of dark hair dangled over the mechanic’s cheek. Imogen reached out and delicately tucked it behind her ear. She took in the unobscured beauty of her beloved for a few prolonged beats, her thumb tracing some of those features that left her in awe. 

“I am quite certain there is one thing in this galaxy that I would not be able to bear,” Imogen muttered under her breath – almost to herself. 

Bix moistened her lips as she inched closer. “And what’s that?”

A rhythmic knock on the door interrupted their conversation. Along with a gruff voice that called, “Bix? It’s me.”

Imogen hoped her glare would burn right through the durasteel to strike Cassian down.

“Hang on!” Bix called back. With an exasperated sigh, she slumped down and hid her face in the crook of Imogen’s neck for a beat before she forced herself up. At the sight of the bounty hunter’s less than pleased expression, Bix said “Don’t start anything.”

“He still draws breath, does he not? That is the extent of my manners,” Imogen replied curtly as Bix hastily dressed herself. She, too, summoned a great effort to follow her out of bed and do the same. “Unless he wishes to apologize for aiming a blaster at my heart.”

“You held your lightsaber at his throat.” 

“He drew on me first.”

Bix rolled her eyes, though Imogen caught the upturn at the corner of her mouth before she turned towards the door.  “Come in.” 

The both of them hadn’t quite finished dressing. Cassian entered as Bix fastened the waistband of her pants and Imogen pulled a shirt over her head. He halted mid-step, his gaze shifting between the two women as if a complicated equation did not add up. Though, the scene before him must have been fairly obvious.

“What is it, Cass?” Bix urged. 

“I just… wanted to talk to you.” Cassian’s answer came out distracted. His eyes lingered on the bounty hunter. 

Imogen looked to Bix expectantly and received a nod. A part of her had hoped that she would have been allowed to remain in the room, but she understood why Bix dismissed her. Without another word, Imogen collected her coat in one hand and intended to make her exit when an impulse emerged. She would not have Cassian misinterpret the signs, not if she had any say in it. 

In a few strides, Imogen went to Bix and pulled her in by the back of her neck. While their lips met with intention, it was no less soft or passionate than the kisses they shared in private. Imogen indulged in a few strokes and had to fight not to get lost in the sensations, nearly forgetting the witness she intended to show for. 

Once Imogen pulled away, she gave Bix a parting caress and said “I will come find you later.” 

The mechanic had a knowing glint in her eye, but she nodded again. “Alright.” 

Cassian had not moved and the nature of his continued gaze turned from dumbfounded to outright suspicion. Imogen glared right back at him as she made her way towards the door. He stood far enough into the room that she could have easily maneuvered around him, but she instead shoved her shoulder into his as she walked past. Just to make sure her point came across clearly.

[astrobbie]

they need to give damian his big sisters back

[bunibelles]

Hi Bella 🩷 I just wanted to wish you luck on your exams, I hope everything goes well. Rest. XOXO. 🩷✨

AHHH TY CASS 😭🫶🏼

I finished my last final exam yesterday! :D So now I’m on my resting phase lol

Let’s just say yesterdays exam went better than Mondays exam :’D

Thank u for the well wishes tho!! 🌷✨

[likecassandra-ao3]

two week countdown until moving weekend is starting and after that i'll be back to writing more no matter what it takes 😤 at this point i just wanna be creative tbh

[bisexualastronaut]

(guy who is halfway through her mock exams voice) i should get back into comics