# WONDERTROY, a highly private + selective portrayal of donna hinckley stacy troy [ 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇮 🇦, 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ] from detective comics. affiliated with @bludbird. ࣪࣪⋆˚࿔ ⁰¹ rules. ⁰² pins.˚.ᵎᵎ
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# WONDERTROY, a highly private + selective portrayal of donna hinckley stacy troy [ 🇹 🇷 🇴 🇮 🇦, 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ] from detective comics. affiliated with @bludbird. ࣪࣪⋆˚࿔ ⁰¹ rules. ⁰² pins.˚.ᵎᵎ
Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill
donna troy u are so lovely
knight donna 😋
LIZA SOBERANO AS TAFFY lisa frankenstein (2024) | dir. zelda williams
sneezes on her without covering his mouth
it's abrupt, sharp — something he ( obviously ) doesn't bother corralling, without warning. donna stills, brows lifting slow, with disbelief. ❛❛ jason. ❜❜ she reaches into her jacket for a folded handkerchief — soft, star embroidered, and presses it to his chest without ceremony. ❛❛ here. for next time﹖ ❜❜ eyes look unimpressed by boy wonder. ❛❛ try not to take me out with you, kid. ❜❜
@m4tchstick asked, ❛❛ you're not a member of my fan club﹖ ❜❜
her smile comes easy, muscle memory she's worn since she was a kid pretending she wasn't afraid of much bigger things than boys with loud mouths. she tilts her head, star shone hair slipping over one shoulder, catching the light off him — the suit, mainly.
❛❛ fan club are strong words, but i at least expect VIP membership, hotshot ꜝ ❜❜ gaze lingers on the seams of his costume, how he's grown into the fire, into something the world points at and calls a miracle. ( there's a flicker there, memory of smoke filed preciously away, footnoted ). then hooks a finger lightly at the sleeve, curiosity winning out where reverence might have gone. ❛❛ so, does it actually work﹖ ❜❜ brows lift girlishly, blue eyes bright with them. ❛❛ can you really fly in that thing, or is it just for show﹖ ❜❜
COSMIC GIRL [ . . . ] ON APPEARANCE + FASHION ꜝ ( like @ bludbird, wondertroy takes place in the 1990s ꜝ )
WHAT'S IN HER BAG﹖ donna carries a cherry red satchel with a wide strap built to be carried all day from subway platforms to cafés ꜝ inside: film canisters, a lens cloth, an extra pair of hoops, and polaroids of old friends. her perfume lingers with notes of orange blossom, vanilla, rice powder, and ginger.
DONNA'S CURRENT STYLE is a blend of practical, but still elegant and flirty. she loves plaid skirts, knits, halter tops, leather jackets and denim ( in all washes ). she gravitates towards simple watches and boots. anything she can go out in, she can work in, and vice versa. WONDER GIRL was all about stars, playful earrings, and shorts made for movement ꜝ things you can roller - skate in without thinking twice ꜝ
A CLASSIC 80S AND 90S BEAUTY, makeup stays that way, too ꜝ clean skin and kissed lips. hair is always big: untamed with big and glossy black curls.
the only girl in the world
the paper sack crinkles in a way that almost soothes, if only because the sound alone is synonymous with the nurture throughlined in every beat of her heart, donna's ever present care folded in every crease of the bag. free hand rises to take it, pressed devotedly against his chest, and a breath of laughter falls from his lips by way of admittance : he'd never remember to feed himself until he was done driving himself mad, the compulsion to finish a task forever far stronger than care for himself. ❛ nothing gets by you. smells good. is this a cuban from that place on fourth ? ❜
the sack is set aside, propped evenly on the seat of his bike, parked and rested at the curb of the sidewalk. an arm slips around her hip, gaze landing in lockstep with donna's own. it's its own spotlight, that line of sight ; nowhere to hide from the reflected sapphire that so brilliantly mirrors his own. at her words, a soft click of his tongue taps the roof of his mouth, head tilting. nonverbal ' come on. ' ' don't be like that. ' ' i've still got it. ' ❛ they still do , ❜ is settled on instead, a hand moving to brush flyaway raven strands from her face, ruffled by bludhaven's gentle wind even on a sunny day. ❛ you come all the way out here to visit ? i could've been in new york in an hour. ❜
warmness weaves itself between them soft & forgiving ribbons. dick's touch at donna's hip steadies her, tether and tightrope, ( the rhythm falls too easily, ) she leans into it like a bloom following sun, nodding. ❛ of course i came all the way out here, honey. ❜ donna chides, ❛ if i waited for you to take a break, i'd have grown grey. ❜
she shifts, the metal groaning softly beneath her as she perches herself sideways onto the seat of his bike, skirt neat. ankles cross neatly. her gaze slips over him, the rasp in his hair from running fingers through it. air hisses through pursed lips slowly. ❛ now. please catch me up. ❜ she taps his arm with the backs of her fingers, gentle summons as she vines her arm through his, chin resting on the slope of his shoulder. ❛ how's your love life? don't lie, i won't believe you. ❜ a tilt of stargirl's head and teeth flash. ❛ brooding mentors? ❜ digits dig through the brown paper fishing out the orange, and begin to unravel the peel.