#nightbins

[c4tbooms]

top 5 favorite comic book characters!

ouuuuuuu cracks my knuckles idk if u wanted a short ramble but if u do i can edit it

rogue! conner kent spider-man susan storm cissie king-jones

[bonusdamage]

“ WAIT, I TOTALLY know you! ” or, he at least knew of @nightbins. ( thanks batman team-up issue! ) “ you're one of his... ” arms raised, hands now pantomiming the ears of the cowl. “ old sidekicks, right? what was that like? always in his shadow or what? ” was it genuine curiosity or was he merely electing to be annoying? / sc.

[spidroins]

@nightbins : you've really held onto some anger.

frayed threading told it's own story, wear and tear on the knuckles, precise contact points where he'd made it fairly clear where his intentions lie. blunt and heavy windups with no muscle recoil, simple and straightforward while the wrenching in his gut served as a power source. this was the spider any evildoer with some sense ought to be afraid of: the one who had nothing to say, only fists to throw. despite begrudging success and temporary release of aching adrenaline, the comedown felt the worst of it all. especially when someone else was watching.

he wanted to be annoyed at the straightforward observation, though peter knew better. he would've said the same thing. the back of his hand swept over bloodied lip, teeth sank into the inside to dull the sting.

" i don't- " i don't know what you're talking about. it sat just at the tip of his tongue with no way out. there was as much shame on his shoulders as there was regret. such a prominent release of power had lead him in the right direction, but at what cost? " no one likes to just say hi anymore? " inward mutter, he had yet to truly look at the shadowed figure, broken lenses to domino mask. quieted thwip, silk wrapped itself around probably done for wrist. rotating it, he was satisfied with temporary fix before finally turning his head over one shoulder to speak. " y'wouldn't happen to have any ibuprofen on ya, would you? "

[frogcase]

@nightbins;   sharing   a   kiss   in   a   heavy   downpour   of   rain.   hi

the   barest   brush   of   dick's   lips   'gainst   theirs   sets   off   *sparks   -   it's   instantaneous,   explosive,   and   an   all-around   * original   feeling   to   arin   fairfax.   they   would   be   lying   if   they   said   they   hadn't   * thought   about   it   -   hadn't   * hoped.   getting   to   know   dick   grayson   had   been   a   not-so-slow   fall   down   the   deep   end   for   arin,   allowing   themselves   to   finally   think   about   * love   -   something   pocket   had   assumed   would   be   utterly   intangible   to   them.   it   had   been   the   last   thing   on   their   mind   before   the   case,   and   * inconceivable   once   waking   up   in   the   present   day,   where   everyone   they   could've   ever   * possibly   loved   was   long,   long   dead.

or   so   they   thought.

they'd   seen   something   similar   in   a   movie   -   one   on   the   long,   * long   list   of   things   they   had   to   watch   in   order   to   integrate;   to   ' catch   up '   to   society   as   to   remain   unassuming.   it   was   different   -   there   was   no   need   to   think   seven   steps   ahead   with   dick   grayson;   there   was   no   shame,   no   worries.   just   * them.   the   rain   pelts   against   their   hair,   their   face,   but   nothing   matters   more   to   pocket   other   than   returning   the   press   of   their   lips   against   his,   eyes   falling   shut   in   a   rare,   rare   moment   where   arin   fairfax   can   just   * be.

[killcrime]

you need to go there i have something real important to show you. and yet stupidly you follow that voice, you follow this hallucination of your dead little brother guiding you through the streets, a path he makes for you because well, there is something to witness. something that you would never expect to see in your lifetime but it does, as the earth moves under @nightbins' feet

this world is full of surprises, rare are people who get second chances because of course, you only live once right? but it seems today or well tonight on this rainy night a force unknown to this world had the power to break this world. giving second chances to people like him, people who were taken from this world too soon or well in this case just one. a boy with broken wings wakes up in his grave, gasping for air his first instinct is to want no, need to get out. he needs to get outoutoutoutout.

how is somebody supposed to use his voice after months in the ground, vision not fully back to him yet. fine, he figures he's stuck somewhere, he has to dig his way out but nothing is in his pocket until he notices a belt buckle, undoing it he digs up, digs and digs until the earth finally gives. closing his mouth to not eat literal dirt he only has one instinct, get out.

[frogcase]

🏳️‍🌈

i know i've mentioned arin being out as nonbinary before they're on the run from their family, but i do think arin's identity was pretty sound around the age of thirteen, which is when they came out. they've known for a long, long time (before 13) that they were nb, but didn't have a word until thirteen.

[arrowmade]

wow who could've seen this coming

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎“ my best friend of way too many years being exactly my type ? yeah, nothin' shocking 'bout that. ”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎~~~~~ no matter what that's his worstie AND his bestie, they're stuck with each other til the end of time. through thick and thin n all that jazz

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ARE YOU ROY'S TYPE ? // @nightbins

[frogcase]

dickarin nation rise

❝ you're   absolutely   perfect,   dick.   never   change. ❞