ᴛᴀʟᴏɴ?

"piercings," he says while meticulously peeling an orange, "i want to try."

@the-speedster.bsky.social

// break from Heartopia.

however. i will be rewatching Mamma Mia while doing my replies.

looking for inspiration for my Hato house ☝️🙂‍↔️

// guess who's taking a Heartopia break ☝️

// let me just go fish for a butterfly koi, then i'll be here 🙏

// did you. want to take a picture because i had cat ears .

hoodie up, head down. he did not want to draw any attention in the middle of the day. unfortunately, he was a little distracted when his shoulder bumped against someone's. "sorry."

@ghcststory.bsky.social

an opportunity to walk out without an unnecessary fight. good.

he sheathed his sword.

"hunting," he said. 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

he 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 feel insulted. not a teenager. not bundled up. in armor, maybe. the scarf... it was important to him.

he was oddly calm about it. compared to most bright lights, the purple glow was kinder to his eyes that he dared to stare right into it.

—

the cold was prickling his skin and he looked up at the—for once—clear night sky, mumbling to himself, "pretty."

@nefelibaka.bsky.social

// 😔😔😔 ily but one storyline at a time!!!

at least he could speak. there was a chance that this person could be reasoned with.

his body could not feel exhaustion, but just for tonight, he would really like to go home without swinging his blade.

𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰.

"your name," less of an inquiry and more of a demand.

not 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 a man. and the shadows around him were not meant to shelter him. for the talon, this was new.

he had his fair share of difficult fights, but they were always people who, he knew for certain, his swords could cut.

but that didn't mean he would quiver. —

// GREEDY 🫵

// ♡ for a one sentence starter

// 'the great betrayer' goes hard but i hardly ever do anything

i'm desperate to write

[ sloooow blinking. ]

there was something unusual.

quiet in his movement, he took a step further towards the dark—a challenge. to himself, more than anyone. his hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

sharp yellow eyes on alert.

𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

the walls are thin. the walls have ears. there were eyes everywhere.

someone was always watching.

after all, he was a wanted man. no such thing as being too careful.

though, tonight, the shadows didn't feel like friends. they did not embrace him like he belonged. —

// i was like. "does this guy know what short means" (not complaining)

who.

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚."

[ staaaaares. owlishly. ]

👁️👁️

that seems like... so many things. on your phone.

swords, too.

and claws.

moment of weakness. apologies.

this was gotham. you'd blend in just fine when you looked as pale as a corpse.

his dark veins were near impossible to see when he covered them with a little make up. something he learned from his mentor once. back then, the old him would use it to cover bruises from helping people on patrol.

// Wally's. tee hee...