“No more’n anybody else. Although, we do seem to be a bit more…Flexible in that regard.”

“That’s true, that’s true.”

“Sorry.”

“That guy in the blue and red undies? I feel like we’d get along. Wanna challenge him to an arm wrestle.”

“If I have to call an exterminator again I swear to the Allfather that I’ll tell him to use a tactical nuke.”

“STOP FUCKING WITH THE CABLE! THE KIDS ARE WATCHING BLUEY!”

A handwritten flyer on a street corner, stapled to an aging telephone pole with all the other sun-bleached and time worn papers. BARBECUE: OPEN TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD. RICH? BRING FOOD OR FUCK OFF. HOT? APARTMENT TO BE USED AS COOLING CENTER. NO ONE REFUSED. (EXCEPT FOR THE AFOREMENTIONED RICH)

“Sweet mother of fuck, Gotham stinks today. Guess it’s prolly the smell of the bay wafting up the streets.”

// Very curious if anyone knows of a Creature Commandos RP group ‘round these parts. Rieka would THRIVE on interacting with them.

The heavy punching bag before her caved in its center with every blow Rieka inflicted on it as if bowing to her in defeat. Still she beat the thing until the chainlink began protesting under the strain.

𝕯𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓 - A Starter for @fangandclaw.bsky.social

— ƒєι вυятση, 𝘼𝙆𝘼, 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑨𝑰 — — penned by brit.

“I read something the other day and it really got to me. ‘It’s entirely possible to be surrounded by people and still feel alone.’ Sounds ridiculous, but…I do feel it.”

Autumn’s chill settled over Gotham with a sudden and violent cold snap. Frost caked every surface like sugar, breaths lingered long in the still air, and every person who stepped outside scrunched their shoulders up and said “Not today.” Perfect weather.

“Of course, Auntie Rieka is the cool aunt who takes all of the kids trick-or-treating. What kind of monster would I be if I didn’t?!”

“This guy is fuckin’ HUGE.”

“A-and then, he said that I, well he said that I was being, like I was being mean and I said that…” Rieka listened to the child drone on as they never quite reached the apex of their story, always falling back down the slope right as the peak was in sight. She nodded. “Mhm. And then?”

Sniff. Sniff sniff. “Someone within 500 yards of here just bought fresh donuts.”

“No. Not since…No, no one else.”

“It hasn’t happened since then…Because I killed my brother. He would’ve ripped through the entire coven if I hadn’t done something.”

“It…It happened so long ago, right after my nephew was born. My brother went stark raving feral. Ripped his wife—my sister in law—to pieces. He nearly got me before I shifted and put a…Permanent stop to it. He left more than a few scars. I’ve…Never figured out what made him do it. Why he broke.”