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Cassandra Cain (DC Comics) vs. WD (Just Roll with It)
Cassandra Cain
WD
Remaining time: 6 days 17 hours
WD illustrated by Zack
Propaganda below the cut:
WD:
Lots of complaining when she was added to the main party about how she didn't fit in and her voice was too annoying, making the show "unwatchable"
awesome butch lesbian fox girl, super funny, literally a sweetie, worlds best hypewoman for her girls, hits things really hard and looks awesome doing it
Cassandra Cain:
She is consistently sidelined and ignored. If she's included in fanworks very few people bother to learn anything about her character beyond surface level fanon information. She's not mute! She doesn't know sign language! She is instead a complex character with a complicated relationship with language, a crazy backstory, and unique characteristics beyond 'wise background character'.
She is SO COOL. She was born to be a weapon but refuses to let anyone get hurt. She was raised not to talk but has learnt to spread a message of hope anyway. She has the strongest no-kill rule of all of the batkids, as well as absolutely insane combat skills (she can predict what people do before they do it) and is arguably the most suitable successor to the mantle of Batman. She's a symbol of hope and of overcoming your family and finding a new one. Cassandra Cain I Love You.
Batfandom heavily focuses on the so-called “core four batboys”—Cass is often ignored or outright erased in fanworks as a Gotham hero and one of Batman’s adoptive children. Many will describe her as being “in Hong Kong” to explain her absence in fic (in reference to a brief period in which she, a mixed Asian woman with a speech focused disability who very much only spoke English, was moved to Hong Kong to get her out of main Batman books in a stunning display of racism and misogyny on the company’s part), characterize her as being stoic and robotic (see: disabled Asian woman), or exclusively write her as being there to be her brothers’ braincell and cheerleader. Awful!
Cass is a teenage girl who gets to beat up Batman. What’s not to love?
they literally made her a villain for no reason. and then they infantilized and exoticized her
i had a video but it didnt want to export so you'll just have to imagine it. anyways my buttons stopped working when I had the chance to soothe Sirius so i was basically running in circles like an idiot in front of the baby for a solid minute
Have you ever woken up to find that everything you've built over the years has crumbled? Have you ever felt like you've gone from being someone people respectfully called "Doctor" to someone forced to explain their needs and ask for help just to survive? Do you know what it means to spend your life toiling, studying, and working to build an honest business, only to have war on Gaza snatch everything away in an instant? I wasn't born a beggar, and I'm not used to asking anyone for help. I owned a pharmacy, a source of livelihood and dignity, living off my own hard work. But the war destroyed my pharmacy, and with it, my dreams, my stability, and my family's future. Today, as I ask for help, I don't just feel the pain of poverty, but the pain of utter defeat. The pain of being looked at as if you're a beggar, when you're a victim of a war that stole everything from you. Believe me, need isn't the hardest part of it... the hardest part is having to justify your needs to people, feeling like your story doesn't matter to anyone, and seeing the abandonment all around you as you sink deeper into despair every day. If you can't help, then don't... You hurt those worn down by life with a word or a judgment. By God, I only sought help after every door was closed in my face.. 💔💔💔
God is sufficient for me, and He is the best disposer of affairs.
The Warrior Nuns of the Sisterhoods of the Stigmata
by Brook Close. Art by Helge Balzer
To dismiss the Pilgrim Processions as naught but blunt instruments of war is to neglect how effective a hammer is at rendering an enemy’s face unrecognisable. But also, it is to forget that the Processions do not go to war unaided, for their vanguard is often formed of the blessedly lethal sisterhoods of Stigmatic Nuns. For every heretic grunt struck down by a pilgrim’s flail, so just as many gaps in a fallen knight’s plate are found by a Nun’s keening sword. For every snap-boom of a punt gun into an enemy fortification, a crucifix of sharpened iron flies silently into a spotters’ window, launched by the hand of a Nun as she darts and careens over the trenches with shocking speed. The Stigmatic Nuns are in equal parts surgical outflankers and bloodied angels of death, killing with a divine alacrity that is only empowered by the apparently mortal wounds they so readily survive.
The most widespread origin of the Sisterhoods of the Stigmata hails from its oldest Order, the Mantellate Sisters of Saint Catherine. Born in the early years of the Unified Church, Catherine of Siena’s literary and rhetorical competence belied her age, but it was her mystical visions of union with the Son of God that attracted the minatory gaze of the papacy. Her first vision saw Christ himself visit the young nun, bidding her sup from the red honey and iron that trickled from his pierced body. Further encounters over the years included a form of “mystical marriage” with the son of God, and numerous theological essays on the sacrificial power of his ever-leaking blood. This not only earned Catherine the title of Apostle of the Blood of Christ, but an ongoing correspondence with Pope Agapetus III, which eventually culminated in a personal summons to the Holy See.
As the story continues, it was in the darkest chamber below the Vatican that the would-be saint was brought unto the heavenly and terrible presence of the New Lamb of God. She beheld Its divinely contorted form with rapturous awe, an arrangement of ovine legs framing a chest heaving with staccato breaths, perfect sanguine ruin pouring down from eyes across the sublime face Catherine had wed in her visions. As if reliving her first encounter with the Redeemer, Catherine lovingly imbibed this new being’s seeping wine. Her own vision blurred with bloody tears, her habit dampened by identical, immaculately conceived wounds, and she felt all the strength of the Heavenly Host. Scholars of the Sororum Stigmata would later attribute this encounter to a prophetic visitation from the Third Meta-Christ, despite records not dating Its appearance for several generations to come. However, the saint disappeared soon after, leaving behind only a letter detailing her transformative experience, upon which the Mantellate Sisters were founded.
Saint Catherine’s story spread like wildfire throughout Christendom, finding extra purchase at a time where the influence of Hell was strongly felt. Nuns in convents old and new began scarring their bodies and eyes, reporting feelings of divine strength and conviction that outshone the terror of the Corpse Wars. However, this also came with an unyielding desire to excise any who failed to meet their standards of piety; After all, when one has suffered as the Lord suffered, and has felt the transcendent power of His persistence and love, how could one accept that any would doubt Him? Many saw these practices as heretical impieties, and the resulting civil unrest led to the excommunication of these newly identified orders of “Stigmatic Nuns” by papal bull in the fifteenth century.
Rather than quash the orders, this merely drove them out of the mainstream Church and into the wastes of the war. It is here that the sisterhoods found companionship alongside the Pilgrim Processions, and it was in the violence of the frontlines that the Sisterhoods discovered that the strength and speed granted by their Blessed Stigmata only heightened when the wounds were inflicted by others in battle. Over the centuries, the martial aspect of the Sisterhoods of the Stigmata became perhaps their most defining characteristic. Now novitiates train as much with the sword as they study holy texts in their hidden convents, fulfilling their charism by earning the Blessed Stigmata when fighting the enemies of God.
As each Sisterhood has their own patron Saint, so too do they have their own practices and traditions. The Order of the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa emphasises mortification of the flesh, to attain a form of religious ecstasy known as transverberation. As such, they are known to go into battle with the barest minimum of clothing or armour, so that they may earn their divine suffering unhindered, though such immodesty goes against official Church doctrine. Meanwhile, the Sisterhood of Saint Hildegard considers their martial aptitude but one of many gifts granted by the Blessed Stigmata, dedicating much of their time to all manner of creative tasks, including scribing musical and literary works. Their research on the mystical language known as the lingua ignota has even attracted the attention of the Synod of Strategic Prophecy. A number of smaller Orders honour a centuries-old sacred commitment to the Order of Saint Lazarus, forming highly specialised warrior convents at the service of their leper-knights, or splintering off to join the many Processions of the Sacred Affliction which were once under their protection. In sharp contrast, the convents that fight alongside more Orthodox Pilgrim Processions embrace traditional values of modesty and reject the doctrines of the Meta-Christ entirely, attributing their miraculous power to divine purpose.
Much like the larger Pilgrim Processions, the church does not recognise – but rather tolerates – these varying Sisterhoods of the Stigmata as co-belligerents in the Great War. Yet their more punitive excommunication has not been formally withdrawn, with some of the more patriarchal clergy officials dismissing the orders as no different from the other pagan witch cults dabbling in sympathetic blood magic. However, for the Princes of the Church who have viewed the papal records concerning the Third Meta-Christ, they know that the truth may be far more complex and troublesome for the Unified Church.
