#c; cass

[sincerexsiren]

“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.” /Cassian

“Just because its normal doesn’t mean that its right…or comfortable for that matter.”  The witch reminded him matter of factly as she reached forward.  This was something that she was used too.  Immortal and close to immortals loved to pretend that nothing could hurt them, that they were the strongest.  But pain was pain regardless of if it killed them or not.  Besides, people only came here for one reason- the be healed and to find safety and rest. 

Reaching forward her hand almost passed through his skin, hovering over it, fingertips just barely coming to graze the skin of his chest. Normally her powers worked instantly, flooding into people and creating that euphoric state- the one that could be compared to when you had a few drinks but weren’t drunk yet; where everything just felt good and your mind just felt haloed in a pleasant dizziness.  She normally didn’t have to work for it at all.  It was a natural feeling but with the man standing in front of her she had to force it- just a bit but enough to make her brow furrow in a mixture of confusion and curiosity. 

It felt…well it felt like there were multiple souls inside of him.  Some of them crawling and nipping at the tips of her fingers.  Like they were eager for someone who could cross veils and see them.  She knew she should pull back.  She was 200 years old and had never felt anything even remotely like it in a single, physical body.  That, in itself, was rare and maybe even dangerous.  But she couldn’t pull herself back because even as her fingertips started to feel like they were being coated in thick, sticky molasses, the blue-eyed man in front of her was very alive and was here for her help.  That was her duty, her privilege, her very purpose- serving and tending to those who showed up in her primordial woods. 

Finally, once the abrasion was tended to and she was sure he had to be feeling rapturous, she pulled back like a puff of smoke.  “There we go…that should feel better.”  She breathed, eyes moving up to his.  One of her dark eyebrows cocked up.  “You are a unique one, aren’t you?” 

Moving back with that ethereal walking-on air quality, she rinsed off her fingers, fascinated.

[fawntastic]

tlt drawing req.... would you draw pyrrha in her original body? or perhaps C and N? I'd love more old ppl 💗

How about both? Ft my house designs for all of them!

[verytheoristjellyfish]

PLEASE stop making Dami a Bruce clone like HEAR ME OUT like ALL his other kids (Tim,Jason,Cass,Dick) THEY ALL LOOK LIKE HIM EXCEPTTT for his biological child who looks almost NOTHING like him and entirely like Talia like do you KNOW how funny that be!?

Gala attendee: So you must be all of Bruce's kids!

Dick: Actually no, there's five of us.

Gala attendee: oh? Sorry I just assumed.. where's the fifth one?

*they all four point to Damian*

Gala attendee: oh? I didn't think he was Brucie's son, I mean he's very different in look and personality? Is he perchance adopted..?

Tim: I wish, then we could send him back

Dick: TIM!?

Cass: he's actually the only one of us who's biological

Gala attendee now absolutely FLABBERGASTED: W-What!? You guys are adopted!?? Are you sure Brucie didn't get in on the action with your parents!? What do you mean your the adopted ones!?

Gala attendee shaking in confusion and rambling on about how they genuinely didn't think they were adopted

The four just standing there confused on how the gala attendee didn't know and trying to come up with a plan on how to get away from them

[glassgob]

bad news folks. got into another sci-fi podcast [Image ID: Digital reference sheet of Sokrates and Cassander from Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight. Sokrates and Cass are both fish-people, Sokrates taking design inspiration from the red scorpionfish and Cassander the Mediterranean parrotfish. They are adorned in a modified version of Minoan fashion, featuring flowing garments with vibrant primary color patterns. They both have long, black hair greying at the sides. Cass is several inches shorter than Sokrates, excluding headspines. End ID.]

[gnomewithalaptop]

do you have any really devastating hurt/comfort recs?

Hi!! Sorry this took me so long to do -- holiday season has me swamped

your ghost i will gladly bear by @mamawasatesttube - Comic book alternate universe logic leads to Tim and Kon reuniting after living through the other's deaths. UGH obsessed with this fic -- the implications of Elseworlds Kon taking on the Robin mantle after Tim's death vs Canon Tim changing his colors to reflect Kon's after Kon's have me seeing shrimp colors

Scandals Stick Together by @traya-sutton - With his mother dead, his father in a coma, and everybody convinced he's going to run his family company into the ground, Tim has to go to a Luthor gala. Unparalleled mental stress + public emotional breakdowns + no capes AU TimKon -- this one hits like nobody's business man

i'd give anything to hear you say it one more time by @popsunner - I've recced this series before, but this one fic (which works as a standalone btw) legitimately gets me every time. Cassie Sandsmark POV on dealing with Bart and Kon's sudden return from the dead. The only issue? It's been two days since she went to Tim's funeral, and nobody's told them he's dead yet. I read this fic whenever I need to cry for real -- Cassie gets put through the wringer in this series

A Long Fall with a Sudden Stop by @eggmacmuffin - Dick gets fear gassed. Tim has to deal with it. This not only has Tim comforting Dick through a fear gas incident (obvious H/C setup) but also it has a SUPER well-done and interesting take on fear gas that I haven't seen elsewhere

Oil and Watercolor by @dedicatedfollower467 - A Damian-centric platonic soulmate AU where you leave colors on each other's skin the first time you touch. SUCH a good relationship between Dick and Damian -- not technically tagged as H/C but I'm calling it that anyways because it gave me similar vibes

tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you about mine and its sequel you do not have to be good by @luvo27 are some of the most absolutely gut wrenching Cassandra Cain-centric fics I've read probably ever. Dealing with Cass's passive (and sometimes not-so-passive) suicidal thoughts pre and post Steph's death, these two fics focus heavily on her road to recovery, leaning on Steph, Tim, and Babs. Legitimately made me cry multiple times, and I actually held off on making this rec list until the author posted the last chapter so I could include it. Hands down two of my favorites of all time -- though heavy content warning on self harming behaviors and attempted suicide

If anyone wants to add on with your own recs below, or even if you just want to plug your own fics, I'm always on the prowl for new reading material! Just make sure to tag the authors if you know their tumblr username <3

[martyrbat]

harley quinn (2000) #1

[ID: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, and Cassandra Cain ambushing a gang as they're all in their respective costumes. Tim quips to Nightwing, “Cheer up—they probably never even heard of Batgirl!” Behind Cass, a criminal suddenly points a gun at their head as he states, “Never hear of her again, either...” Out of nowhere, Batman swoops down and hits the criminal, causing the gun to go flying out of his hands! He tells him, “She never would have let you pull that trigger. Be glad I got to you first.” END ID]

[cpunkwitch]

the witch's winter event!

calling all disabled creators, be you editors, writers, coiners, artists, photographers or cosplayers!

now that im not busy with drag at the moment i have time to create this! and im hoping you'll join me!

id like to put on this event here on tumblr to bring awareness to things during the rest of winter, and you dont have to worry about running out of spoons because this isnt holiday exclusive so you can take your time with it!

this event starts after Christmas on the 28th so there wont be any added stress right before the holiday and its includive to those celebrating other winter holidays or none at all!

it will end by February 28th, the day after my birthday!

the winners will be chosen based on submissions after the event ends and the prizes will be given accordingly.

1st place- any 2 things from my store of your choosing + a free comission

2nd place- any one thing from my store of your choosing + a free commission

3rd place- a free comission

and honorable mentions will be made!

how to enter?

the days below are not set in stone but prompts! you can submit your creations when you feel like it and you dont have to do all of them! i recommend spacing them out between the months until the end of the event to preserve spoons and avoid stress.

you can submit your creation according to one of the themed prompts in whatever media you prefer.

i just need a list of whos going to be joining and to be tagged when things post! in addition to that you can use the tag #witchswinterevent / #witch's winter event on your posts

if youre joing, just send me what blog you'll be posting on, multiple sideblogs are acceptable!

bring awareness to:

(interpret as you see fit)

day one - a condition you or a loved one have

day two - an accessibility issue

day three - an aid you see less talked about

day four - lesser known symptoms

day five - free space!!

day six - your own experience with disability

day seven - comfort and safety

day eight - something inspired by another disabled creator you enjoy!

day nine - medication

day ten - free space!!

day eleven - pain and ache relief

day twelve - representation

day thirteen - symbols and motifs

day fourteen - urgent care

day fifteen - free space!!

all i ask is that you make your posts accessible! ie: readable and screen reader friendly!

any coloured text, font changes, italics and bolding, text sizing, typing quirks and images need translations and descriptions! thats the biggest and most important requirement!

if you have any questions at all please dont hesitate to ask!

and yes this is an event made by and for the physically disabled community exclusively, but you do not have to exclusively make content about your physical conditions.

[luvo27]

just saw a pinterest comment that suggested learning how to crochet instead of learning how to knit because it's easier and i can't keep silent anymore i have to confess that i wrote my cass learns how to knit fic because i need people to love knitting in the same way that i need people to love cass. the crochet vs knitting metaphor argument exists because i've had that conversation (minus the metaphor and also it was jokingly silly with my friends) with me arguing the side of knitting and as much as i love projecting onto characters stephanie brown would never in her life be against crochet. she would adore crochet. i don't actually dislike crochet its good for things that knitting will never be able to do like baskets and is so much better for stuffed animals and i think it's better for things like bralettes and bags but knitting is so good for clothing it's stretchy and more flowy. crochet is so good for items that need to hold a little more structure but in my opinion knitting makes more comfortable clothing and crochet got so popular in the last couple of years but knitting did not and knitting is not more difficult!! knitting is fun and good and i love her!!!

[pyrokineticwarrior]

Devlin listened intently as Cass spoke, her innocent words sending a wave of concern through his heart. He knelt down to her eye level, his expression filled with a mix of curiosity and empathy. "Cass, my dear, what do you mean the ghosts are 'mad'? Can you tell me more about it?"

Perhaps they would not want to play with her anymore. Devlin was not alarmed. Many children had 'imaginary friends' who were actually ghosts. He was the legacy of the Underworld himself. Maybe... just maybe that was the case? He went with it.

He gently placed a hand on Cass's shoulder, offering her reassurance. "I'm sorry to hear that, Cass. It must be confusing and upsetting for you. Ghosts, like people, can have different emotions and experiences. Sometimes they may feel angry or scared, just like we do. It's important to remember that their feelings are valid too."

He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Do you know if something happened recently that might have made the ghosts feel this way? Did something change in the town or in the places they used to play? What can I do to help?"

@sharpenurdamnknife

Cassies hand squeezed his, little fingers twisted around his much bigger two, through her brown eyes, so much like her sisters were trained on the woods close to the house where there was a foundation of a small bunk house that was no longer there. Centuries had eaten it away but it was clear it had some bad energy...like the basement. But the basement was a place Piper and the Nannies before had taken care of.

"He's mad....They're all mad Piper said I couldn't play with them anymore." She told him, a flash of cold making her shiver. She looked up at him in confusion. There was nothing he could do. Even as a little girl Cassie knew that there was nothing anyone could do- or so she thought.

"We should go home." Her little voice was firm, as if this was a known fact. As if them getting to the house offered some kind of protection- which it sort of did...not the best but Piper had told her a long time ago to get past the planters on the base of the porch. Something about what she'd drawn on the bottom of them in red...

[fanonvscanon]

The demons (fanon) are tempting me (angsty fics) but I put my faith in god (canon compliant) but unfortunately I was mislead (tagged wrong)

[junkyard-gifs]

Edward Smith as Admetus with Jarrod Draper as Munkustrap, 2025 Australia tour. Footage from media day on 19 June, posted by Edward on the 20th - less than an hour before their official opening night (though there were preview performances on 17 and 18 June).

[marvellouslymadmim]

H/C Drabble. 8. Hackle

Ada winced again as Hecate gingerly took her hand and rolled her wrist. Hecate merely hummed, but she slowed the movements, becoming gentler still.

All the gentleness in the world couldn’t stop the burning sensation racing up Ada’s arm, the searing pain in her fingertips with every shift of her hand. She pressed her lips into a hard line and tried not to make a noise.

Ada wasn’t breathing, Hecate noted. She’d gone completely rigid and still—a sure sign of how intense the pain was.

Delicately, Hecate cleared her throat, schooling her tone to absolute neutral calm, “How long were you planning on hiding this?”

“However long it took.” Ada answered, without hesitation.

Hecate glanced up at her headmistress, trying not to let her disapproval show (and failing, she could tell by the way Ada flinched in response).

“You have too much to worry about already,” Ada supplied, with a small, sad smile. “I didn’t want to unnecessarily—”

“Unnecessary is enduring pain that could be easily managed or even fully healed with a quick potion,” Hecate cut her off, quickly but not unkindly. Her expression softened further, eyebrows quirking as if she were the one in pain. “Will you…let me handle it, now?”

Ada’s heart blossomed like spring, enveloping her entire chest in a wash of comforting warmth.

“Yes,” she agreed quietly, her own smile deepening at the relief and delight in Hecate’s face. Hecate disappeared in a swirl of black skirts, and Ada sat back, feeling a measure of relief herself. It was alright. Hecate was going to take care of it, take care of her, as always. And more significantly—Hecate wanted to take care of her. The thought shouldn’t make her as giddy as it did, but then again, the potions mistress shouldn’t make her as giddy as she did, either.

Unlike her wrist, Ada’s heart couldn’t be cured with a simple potion or a quick spell. And if she were being entirely honest (a dangerous thing, when it concerned Hecate Hardbroom and the feelings she inspired), she didn’t wish to be cured.

Hecate returned with a small vial and a proud, self-satisfied smile to match. She clipped towards Ada again, fully determined to save the day.

Ada smiled, and let her.

[zeldarowanromero]

zelda finished up with the datebook and put it aside to deal with the person that had come into the clinic. "i'm sorry, he's already left for the day" she answered "are you a patient that had booked an appointment? if so, i can take your appointment for you" she offered, it was the least she could do for the possible patient and her new dad.

"otherwise, if you're not a patient and are looking for him. i assume he'll likely be at home or you could stop by tomorrow when he's back in office."

Cass hadn't really been avoiding Hawk or anything, at least not any more than he avoided the rest of his family. It wasn't avoidance as much as not going out of his way to see any of them lately. Well, except for Phoenix, but that was just a birthday thing. Otherwise, he was just going about his life, figuring if they wanted anything from him they'd seek him out.

But he was walking by the clinic, and he thought he'd drop in. Why not? What could it hurt? He was feeling good, after all. Barely even cared that Hawk had gone and gotten engaged and not told him shit. Barely even cared about anything, anyway.

"Just lookin' for Hawk," he said to Zelda, barely looking her way, busying himself alphabetizing the old ass magazines on an end table. "Is he back there, or did he already leave?"

[shootingstarbit]

GAMERS GAMERS GAMERS we won

[birb-tangleblog]

[martyrbat]

batman: black and white (2020) #4

[ID: a black and white pin-up of Cassandra Cain as they somberly stare at the viewer. They're sitting with their knees bent to one side and is shown from the thighs up. They're wearing dark pants, their utility belt, and a black hoodie that has the bat symbol on the chest in a thin white outline. The hood is up, casting a light shadow on their upper face. There's blood splattered on their jaw and on the blade of a sword that they're sheathing. END ID]