"ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ." - ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ - ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ - ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ 18+ - ɴᴏ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ - ᴏᴄꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ - ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʏɴɪᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

“You cannot begin to imagine the war between our Old Houses. Cities laid to waste. Amber fields of ripe grain turned to ash, the earth salted. Totems lined with pure silver left as deterrents to make us sick. Live captives crucified with silver nails and left to meet the rising sun…”

Really hard to tell what’s sweeter: the idea of New York City having a Muslim Socialist mayor, or Andrew Cuomo taking an enormous L.

A starter for @nightsleuth.bsky.social ——

— A starter for @aphelionsflight.bsky.social — If Victra Ducayne was capable of sweating, she would be doing it now. A huff of her cool breath escaped the O-shape her lips made as the rapier clutched in her right hand met another sword with a ringing clash. —

“We would return to Castle Delphinium under the full moon. We were bloodied, broken, yet victorious. Our high walls and parapets were always the refuge of the defeated and the lost. Oh, to create something wonderful like that in a city such as Gotham.”

“The memories of those times still come upon me in flashes, as moonbeams sifting through the windblown branches of trees. War and war, time after time. Oft we came as liberators, oft conquerors, but never unjustly. That was who we were.”

The black sky above Gotham was alight with fireworks. Her penthouse was filled with brilliant bursts of red, green, purple, yellow. She smiled as the bells tolled, the fireworks crackled, and music thrummed in the distance below her. This was her 734th year of life.

“For centuries I warred under banners for causes and peoples now gone from this life. They are now as much a part of the earth as the grasses that grow over their long-forgotten graves. Yet still my red steel shines as the day it was forged in the blood of my mother, my father, and me.”

“Love?” The deep voice said, softly carrying into the pitch-dark of the bedroom. “Shall I prepare you some breakfast?” @aphelionsflight.bsky.social

“Stand back, or be gone with the wind.” Skylar ‘Aphelion’ Lantz. Engineer, mechanic, and wind-riding superhero. ♡/↺

“So, you wanna play rough?” Evie Novatore aka Vortex, your local mercenary-slash-vigilante. Head of Mistral, weaponry expert, all-around badass. ♡/↺ More intel: mistralfiles.carrd.co

An “OH MY” was instantly muffled under her Sky’s tackle-embrace.

@advantagedsaves.bsky.social “Could it be…?”