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lunadarkbloom · 1 year
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priyal-d123 · 2 years
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When there was light, I wasn't afraid
When there was no such fear as I now face
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And my borders crumbled
And the the tears I couldn't contain.
But the masks never stumbled
They've been in place.
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No one sees the horror more than I
For it lies behind the lies
I'd rather have it die.
*orignal lines*
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cradledescending1 · 4 months
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Wait what? Are you f#cking kidding me?
It was six-thirty-five am. when I got into Downtown Pittsburgh. My meeting with the recruiter was at seven-thirty, so I had to haul my booty through the streets of Pittsburgh to get to the Federal Building, far up the “notorious” Liberty Avenue, to be on time. I could have taken some short cuts and gone in between buildings, cutting some sidewalk time off; but that early in the morning and being…
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artistalley · 3 months
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"Not everyone will love you" Print
by @convelocity
You shouldn't try to please the demons haunting you—honor yourself instead.
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mokulule · 6 months
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Take Out for Dummies - part 1
Ship: Dead on Main
“Excuse me?” Jason asked in disbelief.
“How would you describe your ideal date?” the man repeated the question calmly as if he hadn’t snuck up on Red Hood on a rooftop in the middle of the night and didn’t have two guns pointed at him by said surprised vigilante.
Jason had no idea what to think, it was absurd. Only one thing made the smallest bit of sense. After all some reporters would do anything for a story.
“Is this an interview for a gossip magazine?”
The man blinked. “No, this is for personal use only.”
Okay. That was even weirder. With that thought he holstered his guns, grabbed his grapple instead and jumped off the building. He could move his patrol elsewhere for tonight.
Oo o oO
It had been a few days, the strange encounter forgotten about as he’d quickly come across a shipment of unsanctioned drugs entering his territory; Black Mask was making moves towards Crime Alley again. Red Hood had to nip that bullshit in the bud. Just because he was more vigilante than crime lord these days didn’t mean he’d gone soft.
So, Jason had forgotten about the strange man on the rooftop and was wholly unprepared when once again he was standing on a rooftop taking a small break in his patrol and someone spoke:
“So I assume dinner is out what with the whole helmet deal, but what about chocolate?”Jason spun around heart in this throat, guns pointing towards the direction of the voice. It took a moment for him to even find him. This time he was sitting on top on the slanted roof of the stairwell.
“What the-“
“A box of chocolate could be enjoyed later, would that be a suitable gift?”
“What is wrong with you?”
“Too many things to remember off the top of my head.” The man jumped down and walked towards Jason, once more showing his absolute disregard for the guns pointing at him.
“Do you have a death wish?”
That for some reason brought a smile to his face.
Somehow, Jason was the one taking a step back despite being the one holding the guns. That at least stopped the man’s advance and he raised his hands in surrender.
“Sorry man, I guess this whole showing up on a rooftop in the dark is kinda creepy.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “It’s just with you being you, I don’t know where else to catch you.”
Jason felt an incoming headache, and he was feeling increasingly silly pointing his guns at the man when he didn’t react to them at all.
“How about you explain who you are and what you want?”
“Oh!” He slapped his forehead as if he couldn’t believe he’d forgotten. “I’m Danny, and I’ve been hired to take you out.” He smiled brightly.
Jason stared in disbelief. Who in their right mind just announced they’d been hired to kill someone, to the person they intended to-
No…
It couldn’t be…
He’d been asking about dates and chocolate. He couldn’t possibly have misunderstood take out Red Hood as take out Red Hood on a date. Nobody would be that stupid…
“Why would someone hire you to take me out on a date?”
Danny, if that was his real name, shrugged. “Maybe they thought you were stressed and needed a nice evening? I don’t know. I don’t ask questions. I just do odd jobs for money, keeps the lights on, you know?”
Jason didn’t respond. He couldn’t believe this.
“And like this job pays extremely well for some reason, so like I’d like to do a good job of it hence the questions?”
Of course it payed extremely well, it was meant to be a freaking hit! Still could be of course, but then it was the oddest way to go about it that Jason had ever experienced and he’d taken out quite a few would-be assassins in his time.
Danny’s face fell at Jason’s continued non-responsiveness. He sighed. Then brought out a notepad and scribbled something down, before ripping off the paper and holding it out to Jason.
“Look,” he said, when Jason made no move to take the paper and still just kept his guns trained on him, “here’s my number if you change your mind. If you haven’t called back in three days, I’ll return my advance and tell them I can’t do it - no matter how sad I’ll be to see that money go.” He looked pained at the admission, but then looked back up at Red Hood with determination.
“Still please reconsider, Mr Hood, I promise I’ll show you a good time if you agree to a date.”He looked expectantly from his hand with the paper to Jason’s helmet. Jason sighed. Holstering his right hand gun he took the paper. It was indeed a phone number, above the number it said Danny with a little smiley face drawn after the name.
Danny’s face brightened into a smile.
“Have a good night then Mr. Hood, I hope to hear from you.” Danny walked backwards with a wave and promptly tripped on an empty bottle someone had left.
“Woah!” His arms windmilled and he only just saved himself from falling back and hitting his head by sheer luck as he caught himself in the sort of gravity defying pose that would win him most limbo games. He laughed sheepishly as he put a hand down and turned around to push himself back up.
“So that was embarrassing. Should look where I go, huh? Never know when you’ll be assaulted by littering…” his voice trailed off as he walked away. He threw a last wave over his shoulder before jumping onto the fire escape and beginning his climb down.
Jason was left standing on the rooftop, paper clutched in one hand, trying to comprehend the whole baffling conversation. Also there was a distinct curl of embarrassment that he’d actually felt threatened by the guy at one point.
Yeah, he wasn’t gonna unpack that. He put the paper in a pocket of his utility belt and took a running leap to the next rooftop.
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Jason could not believe he was actually doing this.
It was three days later. In the mean time he’d asked around his old enforcers if they heard about a guy named Danny who did “odd jobs” as he’d called it.
As it turned out, there was indeed an odd-job-Danny, sometimes just called odd-Danny, with an increasing reputation on the streets of Gotham for doing all sorts of jobs - everything from helping old ladies carry groceries home for pennies and a pat on the cheek to heavier lifting by the docks. When he asked one of the street kids about him, he was told he also helped look for lost pets for pretty rocks or whatever the kids had in their pockets at the time, and he could fix just about anything - which had to be an exaggeration, but then again the street kids weren’t prone to overly positive opinions about adults, so he’d certainly made quite an impression on them.
Yet despite a lot of people knowing about him, apparently nobody knew a last name or where he lived. It was a mystery.
All that to say that Jason was curious… and apparently doing this.
He looked down at his phone, where he’d already put in the number. His thumb hovered over the call button. He still could not believe he was doing this. If this was a trap he was apparently walking in.
With a sigh he pushed the button.
It rang three times before it connected.
“Hello?” A hesitant voice asked.
“Is this Danny?” “Who’s asking?”
“You ask me on a date and you already forgot, I’m hurt,” Jason deadpanned hoping he would catch on to it not being wise to mention Red Hood’s name on an unencrypted line.
“Oh! So is that a yes?” He piped up excitedly.
Urgh, why was it charming that that he sounded so genuinely excited?
“Yes.”
“Sweet. Did you consider my questions?”
“Nope,” Jason popped the p and found himself smirking, “gonna have to impress me all on your own.”
Danny huffed. “Have it your way. I’ll show you a good time, you’ll see. How does… Sunday afternoon work for you?”
“’s fine.”
“Meet you in front of the building we last met, at 2 pm? Also unless you wanna take the bus, maybe bring your bike? I don’t drive.”
Jason scoffed. Letting some stranger hired to kill him close to him on his bike was a recipe for disaster. Still he found himself answering:
“Sure.”
“Great! I’ll see you Sunday then.”
With those words the call ended.
Jason looked down at his phone. He couldn’t believe it. Jason, no, Red Hood had a date for this Sunday. A giddy feeling bubbled up in his chest and he couldn’t help laughing. Red Hood going on a date. It was fucking ridiculous.
Yet, he was kinda looking forward to it. -
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Damian and Tim are getting along he sees the suspicious glances shared from Jason, and Bruce.
Even Alfred but Dick can't be more happy his two favorite people are getting along.
Today he watched Tim help walk Titus and he found them last night snuggled together in Damian's room.
He couldn't stop himself from flopping down on top of them he woke up so well rested knowing his baby birds were safe and content in his arms.
Don't get him wrong he knows they are up to no good he's also well aware that for a long time now there has been no real animosity between them.
Every fight is carefully calculated to throw Bruce off their trail.
How either a rouge or some dictator would conveniently go missing right after Damian was caught trying to stab Tim.
He's not an idiot and why would his Robin's hide from him.
Dick Grayson has never denied being a bit of a possessive person especially with his little bird's.
So what if evidence is erased or bloody clothes is hidden he has no problem sharing a secret smirk with Tim.
It really wasn't that hard to dissolve the remains of a couple Animal Abusers to see Dami's smile.
He would do anything for his boys and Bruce doesn't have to know exactly how far he will go.
All that matters is Tim and Damian.
He would happily bury Bruce just to hear a giggle from those two.
But for now he will be a good nightwing and cuddle his birds and make sure he gets in on whatever chaos they are causing this week.
It will also be Dick, Tim, and Damian he will do anything to keep it that way.
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puppetmaster13u · 1 month
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Another Prompt in Memes?! Yes.
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bartholomewfarquaad · 8 months
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imma say it, Guillermo del Toro is the director Tim Burton thinks he is
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seabeck · 3 months
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Went to the park and fed the pigeons, they sure are big!
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gum-iie · 11 months
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“to become stricken by mara is to be a long-life species, no?”
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lunadarkbloom · 1 year
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Credit: venus_film on Instagram 💙
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priyal-d123 · 2 years
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I had lived, but, in fear...
Of what would happen if I stepped on the wrong stone, if I stumble.
If I fall
*orignal lines*
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artistalley · 7 months
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Murky Waters
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artist-block-alley · 9 months
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Noisette & Peshino #5
Good night- oh.
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Mhin as a character is so funny when you realize they are stalking the outsides of taverns listening to a fucked up Gothic version of Get Low while contemplating their life choices and why they're even here at this point.
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skyistumbling · 1 year
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Lost In A Crowd
Taken while wandering around Tokyo in February. A small alley crowded by LED signs but occupied by only one man taking a smoke break.
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