becoming batman
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And for our non-Robins, first up, Cassandra Cain!
Girl’s whole costume is just black, no matter whether she’s Batgirl, Black Bat, or Orphan. It was a litle sad after everyone else’s elaborate expanses of tattoos.
However, instead of just giving her the Bat symbol, I added the other distinguishing feature across her costumes: the cowl stitches.
Yeah, so now she’s got a face tattoo. I’m sure she can cover it with heavy duty make-up, but its definitely the most inconvenient so far.
Ease to Hide: 2/10
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Some prefer tall, dark, and handsome
I prefer tall, anemic looking, and mysterious
And maybe criminally inclined
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His rootlessness, his uncertainty about his origins, was a torment to him. Human beings weren’t atoms, he told himself, they weren’t made to navigate through life on their own; human beings were made to form part of something bigger, a community, a fatherland capable of protecting them and giving them meaning. What was a man without that tribe? Little more than a child dropped in a dump, left to the mercy of rats.
— Mario Vargas Llosa, I Give You My Silence: A Novel. (Translator: Adrian Nathan West.) (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, February 24, 2026)
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She’s something from beyond this world—a being, you feel, from the greater beyond that ravers and lunatics prophesize lies within the holy haze of Dosmera. It’s certainly possible, you think.
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Isabelle Fuhrman Then & Now: Photos of the ‘Orphan’ Star Through the Years
Isabelle Fuhrman had her breakout moment in 2009 when she starred as the supposed 9-year-old child psycho Esther in Orphan. The big twist is that Esther is actually 33 years old and posing as a child. Isabelle, who was 12 years old when the movie was released, returns to the role in the 2022 prequel Orphan: First Kill.
Isabelle is now 29 years old. The team behind Orphan: First Kill didn’t use…
Isabelle Fuhrman Then & Now: Photos of the ‘Orphan’ Star Through the Years
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Intro <3
Hello everyone! My name is Charli, I’m a fanfic writer. I might not be active often, but I’m currently working on a long fic so stay tuned.
if anyone has any ideas, i may not take them all, but here are the fandoms i write for: Orphan, Orphan: First Kill, Stranger Things, It, It: Welcome To Derry, The Turning, The Goldfinch, When You Finish Saving The World, Hell Of A Summer, Spree, Fear Street, and Preacher’s Daughter (album, soon to be book). These and these alone please, and i do not write for every character (characters i write for in the tags). Please use the ask box to request! Thanks angels, that’s all for now. ily bai :3
list of fics so far posted:
DIET PEPSI - Kurt (Spree) x Ziggy (When You Finish Saving The World) (TW! abuse, csa, grooming, smut)
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B : Baggage
Standing by the baggage claim, you were exhausted. Travelling always took everything out of you. You bones quite literally ached as you got your baggage and headed towards the exit.
It was a little after midnight, which meant Cass would still be on patrol.
You loathed the thought of walking into your house, when it was devoid of her, but you didn’t have much choice.
At the exit, a car waited for you - something you were intensely grateful for. The driver tucked your luggage in the trunk, and then it was a matter of a few hours to your apartment. Gotham’s inaccessibility was still it’s most charming feature.
When you wake up; head having lolled against the window, you wake up even more tired than you were before. With a throbbing head and aching bones, you step out of the lavish car and are greeted by a beep.
If the bat’s have taught you anything, it’s to never, never ignore them. So, even though you hate the thought of a screen, you check your phone.
Only to be greeted by a text, reading “rooftop”, by your Cass.
Something in your tired face eases upon reading the text and you let the driver handle getting your luggage home.
You were headed to meet your Cass on the rooftop of your building.
She keeps you waiting only a minute before she’s scaled the building and is running towards you. Scooped up in her arms and wrapped in her cloak and embrace, you feel warm.
She buries her face into your neck; lips on your pulse and you chuckle in tickled delight.
How she manages to hold you tight and slightly off the ground, after a night of work, you don’t know, but it was probably her ex-assassin training, and although you’re usually one to hate on it for the two of you, combined, tonight - like many other times - you take delight in her strength.
It made you feel safe.
She sways the two of you and kisses your pulse over and over, enjoying how you squirm and giggle,
And then you pull away, but not out of her embrace. Cass still didn’t like gestures of affection outside the apartment - made her feel vulnerable, as she’d told you. So, you were grateful for her having allowed this much.
Before you could lean in for a kiss, she nodded her head slightly to the left; gesturing to something. You turn your head to find Jason and Tim standing on the next building’s rooftop - watching the two of you.
You turn back and murmur, “Don’t feel bad”. Poor words, but truthful words.
It was okay that this was all she could allow.
It was okay that she still needed to feel safe.
She had nothing to feel ashamed about.
Your hands on her cheeks; thumb tapping them, you lean in for a kiss. And she presses her mouth against your; chaste but intense.
You pull back and, although, she doesn’t get why your eyes sparkle when you look at someone so weak, she doesn’t deny that it makes warmth settle in her bones.
She presses a kiss to your cheek and you understand that she has to leave.
“I’ll wait for you”, you tell her.
She nods.
And then she’s off.
That you’d wait for her, is something you tell her often, and she trusts you when you say it.
Often, though, she likes to think of that phrase out of context. She likes to think of the way you’d waited patiently for her to open up, to trust you, to show affection.
How you’d never rushed her to “be normal”.
How you’d never rushed her to trust you.
You’d let her come to you. You’d waited for her.
And that thought - one she had often - often left her glowing.
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I am so far away from god and it shows but it feels like there is no way back and I’m just so lost and most of all SCARED
