#cassie x rose

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

“What are the major blood vessels that run through the neck called?” Slade asks, his back to Rose, his hands busy with operating the makeshift laboratory’s equipment. He did this sometimes, quizzed her on things she had already learnt, on the rare occasion that he runs out of super-soldier serum and doesn’t have the next batch ready yet. He says it’s to make sure her memories while on the serum and her memories while not on it don’t get jumbled; Rose suspects he just likes to make her obey him even when she isn’t chemically forced to.

Rose lifts her head, curtains of white hair falling over her face as she does so, and says nothing.

(A man had stood over her like this, once, and had screamed at her to cry. She hadn’t obeyed then. She’s not going to obey now).

Slade doesn’t quite turn around, but he does turn his head to the side so that he can look at her over his shoulder. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Her lips betray her before her conscious mind can stop them. “Carotids.”

Slade lets out a pleased hum. Rose tries not to retch and mostly fails, a flood of bile overflowing through the gap between her lips and running down the sides of her face to stain her bodysuit.

She can’t even wipe it away.

“How many are there?”

Not for the first time, Rose wishes that her hands were free so that she could rip out her own vocal chords before they betrayed her again. As it is, she closes her eyes—or rather, eye, singular, now—and slumps back against the radiator she is chained to, taking comfort in the way the sharp metal edges of the device dig into her back in a way that is uniquely real, and prepares for her body to betray her once again. “Two.”

“Where?”

“On either side.”

“Either side of what?”

“The neck.”

“Good girl.”

~~~

Unlike most people, Rose Wilson disliked late mornings.

It wasn’t that she thought there was anything wrong with waking up late—she wasn’t her father, she didn’t share the same gung ho military outlook on life that led him to live his life like a wannabe Spartan—it’s just that she liked the solitude early morning would bring. Those precious few hours in which everyone was asleep and she was unaccounted for were more precious to her than any of her meager belongings. Usually, she’d spend those precious hours on the roof, either going for an early morning swim in the rooftop pool or taking the opportunity to lounge about in the early morning California sunlight, but today she’d slept in a little longer than usual and didn’t have enough time to do either of those things before her teammates wake up, so she decides to just get herself a coffee and spend the time she does have scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

She would have done just that if she hadn’t walked into the kitchen to find her teammates sitting around the table, clear-eyed and awake and evidently waiting for her. The back of Rose’s palms starts itching, but she pushes her instinctual paranoia aside and leans against the doorframe, letting her one-eyed gaze sweep over the assembled heroes questioningly. None of them meet her gaze. Some rub their arms or scratch the back of their necks, but not one of them looks at Rose.

Ah, she thinks, feeling bitterness roil up from her stomach. This is it, then. The moment they finally kick her off the team for good. She’d been wondering when they would finally muster up the courage to just get it over with.

In any case, Rose isn’t about to make it easy for them by taking the hint and packing up her stuff like a good little bunny. If they want her off the team, they’re gonna have to look her in the eye and say that, she decides, doing her best to pretend her mouth doesn’t suddenly taste of bile.

With that in mind, she pushes away from the doorframe and walks up to the table, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at her teammates with narrowed eyes. “There a team meeting no one bothered to tell me about or something?”

Her teammates shy away from her gaze, all save for Tim, who is the only one with the courage to at least turn his head and look her in the eye. She thinks she could respect him for that, if he was anyone else, if this situation was anything but what it was.

Rose’s lip curls. “Well?”

Tim’s eyes slide to the empty chair to his left. “Sit down, Rose.”

She doesn’t move. “I’ll pass.”

Tim sighs, long and weary, like a suffering parent talking to a particularly obstinate teenager, and Rose think she’s never wanted to punch someone in the face as much as wants to punch him now. 

Perhaps sensing her rising hostility, Conner stands up and places a hand on her shoulder in a way that doesn’t feel placating at all.

“No one wants to make this any harder than it needs to be, Rose,” he says, his voice hard, and Rose wonders when he began to use his super-strength as an implicit threat. She shrugs her shoulder, trying to shake off his hand, but his grip simply tightens, his invulnerable fingers denting the scales of her armor under them. Rose exhales in pain and surprise and tries to shove him away, but he simply catches her hand and twists it behind her back painfully, forcing a pained grunt past her lips. Her free hand drops down to reach for a weapon, a flashbang, anything, but Conner grabs that arm as well and twists it behind her back next to its neighbor.

“What the—ow, fuck, let go of me!” Rose snarls, straining against his hold. “What the hell is the matter with you?!”

“I’m sorry, Rose,” Tim says, his face like stone. “But you forced us into this.”

Rose doesn’t understands until he reaches into his utility belt and pulls out a syringe dripping with a very familiar yellow liquid. Her eye widens in horror.

“You wouldn’t,” she says, her voice half gasp, half whisper.

“We invited you back because we needed your skillset, Rose.” Tim takes a step forward, and Rose almost dislocates her own shoulder trying to pull herself away. “But we don’t need you.”

Rose’s one eye sweeps desperately over the room, looking first at Eddie, who disappears in a puff of smoke without even looking at her once, and afterwards at Cassie. To her shock, the demigoddess keeps her gaze on the wooden wall of the cabin, shame coloring her face. She nods, even though Tim isn’t even looking in her direction. “Do it.”

Rose doesn’t even have time to feel the cold sting of betrayal before the syringe plunges down towards her neck. The last thing she sees before everything goes dark are the blurry faces of her teammates flitting around the edges of her vision, faces and mouths stretched into unnatural grins, her father’s laughter ringing in her ears as the cabin burns.

“Good girl,” he says, again and again, in between bouts of cackling. “Good girl. Good girl. Good girl. Good girl…”

Rose doesn’t exactly wake up screaming, but she does find herself sitting up in bed, breathing heavily, once her enhanced mind chases away the petrifying fog of terror that’s enveloped her senses. Pushing down the panic worming its way into her heart, she reaches for her phone and swipes a thumb across its surface to unlock it, quickly selecting the camera app and taking a picture of her own neck. She holds it up in the darkness of the room and tries to focus on her breathing. No marks. No bulging yellow veins, no round patch of dead skin, no pulsing muscles. Nothing.

Not that that means anything, Rose reminds herself sharply. After all, the first time her father drugged her the effects lasted for well over a week, more than enough time for the marks to disappear. She needs to go through her checks, needs to reestablish what reality is and isn’t, needs to-

“Rose?” She feels a hand settle on her shoulder, invisible thanks to her blind spot. “What’s wrong?”

Rose’s breath hitches and she blindly shoves away the person the hand belongs to, registering the shocked yelp she makes as she falls out of bed. Rose scoots backwards and turns her head so she can look at Cassie—Cassie who turned away, Cassie who let it happen—as looks up at her from where she’s fallen, tangled in a nest of sheets. “Hey, what the hell!?”

“Don’t touch me,” Rose snarls, kicking the covers away and scrambling to her feet, breathing hard, her mind whirling as it tries to separate nightmare from reality. Was she dosed with the serum and is only now snapping out of it? Was it all a horrible nightmare? Do they want her to think it was all just a horrible nightmare because they did drug her but ran out of serum halfway?

She’s being stupid (is she?).

Tim would never have done that (wouldn’t he?).

The team would never have let him (does she know that for sure?).

Cassie would stop it (what if she didn’t?).

Or… could this be the dream?

Maybe she’s back with her father. Maybe she never escaped. Maybe all of this is just an induced hallucination, created to ensure her mind remains dormant while her father uses her—uses her body— as he sees fit. He knows people who could do it. Telepaths, supervillains who specialize in mind control, scientists, hypnotists…

Maybe she imagined Dick. Maybe there were never any Titans. Maybe the real Cassie has never even met her. Maybe the past years have all been a figment of her imagination. Maybe she’s alone in that stupid cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere with only him for company and she doesn’t even know it.

“… Babe, what’s wrong?”

Rose blinks. Cassie is standing in front of her now, her gaze having softened, her hand hanging in the air as if she’d reached for Rose again but thought better of it. And Rose…

She wants this to be real. She wants it to be over.

“Babe?” Cassie asks again, moving her hand forward but stopping just before palming her cheek. Asking for permission.

Rose turns her head and takes a shaky breath, trying not to think about the fact that her father never asked for permission for anything. No, she says without saying anything, and half expects the world to collapse then and there.

It doesn’t.

“Okay.” Cassie lowers her hand and takes a step back. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

Rose takes another heavy breath and moves to sit down on the edge of the bed, pushing her hair back with one hand and sighing. Cassie sits down as well, and Rose finds herself leaning into her without really meaning to. Cassie, taking that as assent, begins rubbing calming circles into the small of her back.

“I get it,” Cassie says after some time.

“No, you don’t,” Rose says, but doesn’t move away. “None of you ever did.”

They stay like that for some time, neither saying a word. The only sound Rose hears by the time they both go back to sleep is the sound of her father’s laughter still ringing in her ears.

[satoshy12]

Danny's many Kids/Clones

It all started when Danny once said he would like a few playmates for Dani, as it seems like she feels alone. It had been just bad luck that Vlad heard it, and in his way, Vlad thought to fix that! Was to create new Clones! And that was how five more playmates for Dani came to be. And Danny had five more new Clones. + A few weeks later

As Danny opened the door, there stood five new tiny Danny's, and before he could say anything, his mom screamed Grandbabies and hugged them. It was not long before the whole Amity Park knew about it, and he was again grounded for time travel. Something about not learning from his mistakes. And Amity Park was just going like, "The Fenton kid once again, Time Travel'd, it seems, they are adorable!" They aren't even sure how old the Fenton kid is now with all the times he did that. ++ Danny's first thing was to call Vlad in anger, but then he saw the joy Dani had with her siblings... And he wasn't that angry anymore. But he asked who he used, as they don't look as fully like him as Dani did. He seems to have used the ones that teens play in Hero and Villians. ++

So he had 1 of them are Twins.

Bat-Phantom = Cassandra Cain and danny Blackfire-Phantom = Blackfire and Danny Ravager-Phantom = Ravager and Danny Wonder-Phantom = Wonder Girl and Danny

++ First one to find out about Time Travel babies is Deathstroke, who proclaims himself Grandpa Slade! And yes he trains and treats all the 6 kids the same, he won't fail this time!! And he is very thankful how Amity Park is, otherwise it would be super weird. I mean he is known for fighting the Justice League most of the time!! ++ Danny is learning to be a doctor, he knows his luck and being one would make it easier to look after his kids.

[cosmic-chemist]

Toxic Minecraft yuri save me

[voidoftheeyes]

Now that I finally did all of the drawings ima post them! This did start from the tumblr request I got to draw Ivor as the spiral

Part one! Because apparently I can't put more than 10 images

[gothamite-rambler]

This all could've been prevented if he had a chain wallet

Jason's apartment - Afternoon

Cass knocked on the door of Jason's apartment. They stood waiting patiently as a minute passed. Stephanie held a worn leather wallet in a plastic sandwich bag.

Stephanie: This has got to be the 15th time he's left his wallet at one of our places.

Cass: It happens to all of us.

Stephanie: He's done it five times this week.

Cass shrugged.

Cass: He has been distracted lately.

Stephanie: I wasn't going to say anything, but yes, it's like he's always on missions and has been missing our movie nights.

Cass (correctly guessing): You're hurt and feel he's avoiding you.

Stephanie (rolling her eyes): All I'm saying is he needs to get an air tag that goes off if he forgets it and clear his schedule because I want to watch Plan 9 with him again. He needs to open this door!

Stephanie knocked on the door aggressively as Cass shook her head with a small smile.

Jason (annoyed): I told you Jehovah Witnesses to stop visiting-

Jason opened the door, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, seeing it was his sisters and not the Jehovah witnesses.

Jason: Oh hey guys.

Cass (waving with a smile): Hi Jason.

Stephanie (covers her eyes): Jesus dude, put on a robe or something!

Jason (nonchalant): I have on a towel.

Stephanie: Get a longer one. Here you left your wallet at my place again. Take it.

Jason (taking the wallet in the sandwich bag): I forgot it again? Damn. Thanks for bringing it back.

Stephanie: Yeah, suggestion-

Cass jabbed Stephanie in the hip with her elbow. Cass's spotted something behind Jason.

Stephanie: Ow, what?

Cass pointed behind Jason as a woman left out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body and drying her hair with another one. Jason followed their sight then shut the door without saying anything.

Stephanie (stammering): I- Wa- The- We saw the same thing right?

Cass nodded, then pulled out a key to unlock the door.

Stephanie: You have a key to his apartment?

Cass (unlocking the door): He gave me one to feed his cat Austen.

She opened the unlocked door and the girls found Rose and Jason together about to kiss, wearing nothing but towels.

Cass: Rose?

Stephanie (surprised): Rose and Jason?! Oh get it!

Jason: Um... We can explain.

Rose (tightening her towel): He let me use his shower and then he took a shower.

Jason: That's all.

Stephanie (smiling): You guys are bad liars which is saying a lot.

Cass (giggling): Um, we will come back when you two are clothed and discuss all of this.

Stephanie (chuckling): Oh yeah we will.

Stephanie and Cass left with Cass closing the door to give them priacy. They both laughed while running off.

Rose sighed, covering her face.

Jason banged his head on the wall.

Rose: So Raven, Barbara, Stephanie and Cass have to keep this from Dick and Bruce. Fuck!

Jason: Why did I give her that spare key?!

Rose (sighing): It's over with... Want to still have sex?

Jason (accepting): Yeah sure.

[bumpkin-bug]

@wedix i love ur cassie x nell ship i had to draw them :3

[wedix]

I just asked my friend to give me pose for them, and he sent me this... But fine

here's the original

[mcsm-confessions]

Cassie X F!jesse has been on my mind recently OOH man 😭😭😭 specifically yellow clip jesse cuz I think her color pallet contrasts well with Cassie’s :3

~~~

[dc-said-bi-robin-rights]

Memes from Titans Tower, part two:

Part one:

[mcsm-r0ckz]

This is the first thing that comes to mind when I hear Cassie x Aiden

[r-capa]

okay sunshine girlies, hope i'm making sense.

[sillysnaildraws]

Have some MCSM meme redraws!

Bonus Jack x Nurm!

Also some close-ups underneath.

Original memes under the cut.

[whataboutsimple]

Hear me out... Cassaya

Context:

1. Maya wouldn't be redeemed

2. They'd work together as villains

3. New group called the Calico Cats

I LOVE EVIL YURI💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Why do I have a secret feeling I know who it is..

Lmao, anyway, YES!

Evil Yuri let's go!

I bet you 100$ they will bully Aiden together. New group will be formed from Cassie, Maya and Aiden without Gill cause he's tired from this bullshit.

Aiden will be mostly like third wheel, but he's got the spirit.

Cassie would totally make diamond axe for Maya.

They both will wear White Pumpkin masks, but Maya's will have a yellow crack on her's.

Even though it's an evil Yuri, each time they're watching horror movies, Maya scream and clings on Cassie over each screamer.

Cassie will help her improves her battle skills. And they both probably would visit Nether poorly to have a good view other endless lava.

Winslow would LOVE Maya, always sleeping on her and letting pat herself. (Mostly because unlike Cassie, Maya always gives her treats)

Based on hc above, each time Cassie would be pissed of by the fact that Winslow get treats, Maya will smirk and go like "What? Want a treat too, huh?"

Oh boy, they would sing songs like "All I want is you now" or "Zombie's song" to each other.

Therapy times will be there too. When Maya will have yet another nightmare about WitherStorm, Cassie would let her cuddle, maybe give a cup of warm tea, until she will fall asleep again. The same goes for when Cassie eating less than normal, because she spent weeks at this pit with silverfish. Maya will do her best to keep her girl from starving or bad eating habits.

Bring friends with both Lukas and Aiden in the past, Maya probably knows some writes trick, so she will teach Cassie the same. Now it's a contrast, who'll write the most evil love poem.

They both wear pink slipper in the house and both tease each other over this.

I thinks that's it for now.. evil Yuri is fun to write tbh

[moomarzy]

friend had a dream and made a crackship

i call that shit guns n’ roses 🧨 🥀

[murkystarlight]

Aidrose

Imma actually give this one a 'Love!'. Even though I have slight mixed feelings about these two having kind of... siblings vibes? I think it's more fun to switch that up and give them a love-hate relationship. What do they hate each other for? Nothing! It's like.. toxic yuri. They're Jesse haters and they fell in love. They match each others freak. The hate is just naturally there and they both understand each other for why they hate on each other because they can feel it themselves. (Can you make that out??) I just think that they're kind of like the only ones that can love one another without changing how they were like in the game(no redemption). So uh. Partners in crime?? Let's gooo! Go be a pain for Jesse! Cause all sorts of problems together

[tippedarrows]

What do you think about beautypumpkin? (Cassie x Jesse normally Fjesse)

While it's not my usual groove, I find it quite funny. Eric Stirpe said that he wouldve liked to do a redemption between Romeo, Aiden, and Cassie, and Jesse would've been the one teaching them.

I think that would've been hilarious. On top of that, Jesse can handle her. Cassie is a little crazy and may not shower that much, but Jesse will love her all the same if she stops trying to run around and form (joking) hate clubs against her.

I like Cassie with SPECIFICALLY F!Jesse, so I think I would prefer this ship over maybe Cassie and male jesse..

Not bad! You're a brave one. I like it.