#Sonicanary;

[hiredassault]

@sonicanary

[thisemeraldarcher]

“rewards are for those who behave.”

(kinky ? kinky.)

"I behave just fine." The words were almost petulant as they fell from his mouth, green eyes flashing with defiance as they met her gaze. They both knew that those words were a lie. He rarely was one to willingly fall in line. As much as he might claim to be a good person, a champion for the oppressed, at a certain time he had fallen into the role of a contrarian. Was he truly being good and doing the right thing for the right reasons or was he simply seeking attention - no matter how negative the attention that he got was? The answer to that question troubled him more often than he cared to admit and far less often than it should. He moved in closer to Dinah, his hands sliding up the back of her thighs. Calloused fingers caressed her smooth skin beneath the fishnets, slid up to cup her ass as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh. His tongue swiped here and there, a hot wet drag as he continued that path upward. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was forced away by her tight grip of his hair. "I behave - downright admirably - when you consider the temptations that you lay before you you wanton wench." He flashed a wolfish grin and then turned his head to set those teeth into the meat of her thigh. Baiting. Proving that perhaps he was not exactly in a spot to be rewarded at present.

[leagueraised]

" did father send you to look after me? " he asked with a sneer as he looked up at the woman. it seemed no matter what he did, his father still didn't trust him to do his job alone. " i assure you that i am more than capable of handling this on my own. so fly away, little bird. "

@sonicanary

[torntruth]

How many shots would it take for you to sleep with me ? Diana ?

— HOW MANY SHOTS? , @sonicanary .

" you could just ask , dinah. alcohol barely effects me. you would not need inebriation for the answer to be yes. "

[rubycaped]

@sonicanary asked: « I may be back. for a while at least. what should we do ? »

there was only one thing on her mind, well perhaps several things but one thought she had spoke much louder than the others. the moment Dinah had finished her question, Kate gently held the blondes jawline with both hands and leaned in closer to her wife's beautiful visage.

" no words. i just want to devour you right now. "

[exghul]

"I don't care if it IS tradition, I'm not eating that." ( new year related)

damian's knowledge of new year ( or most holidays ) celebrations is limited to what he has read or seen with his own eyes. as such, damian's point of reference for this holiday in particular was through the lunar new year & tracking time under the hijri calendar instead of a gregorian one.

the new year celebrations that damian grew accustomed to as a child are celebrated in the middle of summer which puts a grouchy frown on the boy's face as he's bundled to the teeth to hold off the new jersey frost. gotham city is far colder than he had ever experienced as a boy ( he is still a boy, too much to learn in too little time ) & for that, his knees knock together & his teeth are gritted to keep them from chattering. dinah across from him seems to have long since trained herself for the cold as she barely shivers at each passing gust.

it is here that he offers her a portion of his sawiyaan, a custard he would partake in during the hijri new year when he lived in nanda parbat.

❝ if you don't take it, you'll surely die in this forsaken cold. ❞ dramatic as ever, damian offers it again at her refusal. it is warm, certainly warmer than his shivering body.

[shesquiinnsane]

—☆   SCREAMY BIRD   ||   SONICANARY   ♢ 

        & that was exactly why she needed to stop eating pies ! Her cardio was sh$t ! She already had a stitch in the side - Nah, you’re not old canary. That was all she could tell herself anyway. Dinah kept running after her, no cry could be used for a moment since it needed to recharge. Why are they so annoying those villains, huh ?    “ Seriously… what do you think you’re going to do ? We’re going to get you locked back in once again, and again, and the song remains the same. What’s so fun about that besides causing chaos and hurting people ?”    She’d be jobless without those dumbasses but still.      “I suggest…”    she knew where she was going,     “Let’s have a talk !” 

TIME'S RUNNING OUT.    Part of her considered what else she could be doing , but where was the fun in following the law and being good and having a normal life with a 9 to 5 that you were stuck in and had no opportunities to grow. This was the outcome of her career growth , she’d expanded beyond clinically helping people to somehow needing help herself.  ❝ Ya know if ya really knew me before all this ya’d be sayin’ congratulations on not becoming the most mundane person alive.   I listened to the world and what it needed and what it needed was a little more chaos than it already had !! ❞  Fortunately ,   Harley didn’t come with telepathy to know what Screamy Bird actually thought of her ,   or else there would have been trouble.  ❝ Is it careers day at the Justice League ??   That why you wanna talk !!   How aboutchas ya talk to this !! ❞  She loaded her pop-gun before letting it fly , a bundle of colorful streamers aimed straight at Canary trying to tangle her up to halt her path.   ❝ The next one will be filled with glitter if yas don’t back off !! ❞

[jewelstole]

sonicanary asked: Let's be real, it's been a long time we're mutuals & such, but I think there's a valid reason behind it. It's because you're a great Selina. I love how you depict her personality, which is pretty hard imo, because writing a grey character needs balance & you nail it ! 「   ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?   」

aw june , that means a lot. seriously. i've always admired you from the very start of us being followers what feels like forever ago. you are a must follow on my end , absolutely. thank you for the huge compliment.

[shapeshyft]

❝ There's something whimsical about this city. I never know how it'll surprise me next. ❞ 'Idle' chatter and gossip offered to @sonicanary from the tail end of a sipped cocktail. Something offered just loud enough for the redhead to be heard by the pretty bird blonde she'd sidled up alongside, but not forceful enough to dominate the airspace of the party they were enduring enjoying.

After all, being conscientious of one's volume was important in such delicate, crowded events. There was talk of a souffle being served for dessert!

❝ Between all the harrowing crimes and outlandish heists, you'd think hosting a charity gala would be the last thing on anyone's mind... and yet? ❞

call.

[arrowsenal]

"hey look at me... I don't care... are you okay ?"

“I’m-” Roy started an attempt to reassure Dinah that he was okay, that everything was fine, that no, he wasn’t going to relapse again. A brief glance into her eyes, though, had Roy crumpling. He could lie on polygraph exams– Ollie taught him– but he couldn’t lie to Dinah. 

Standing on her doorstep, he was here for a reason; Roy needed help. He couldn’t go to anyone else for this. “I’m not okay,” Roy told her, voice trembling. “I need your help, Dinah, it’s gotten bad.” His gaze was fixated on the ground and arms wrapped around himself. It was almost like an attempt at protecting himself after saying something so vulnerable.

[am4zon]

@sonicanary said: ❛ i kinda thought the night was gonna last forever. ❜

Diana tilts her face. There is sweat coated on her cheeks, evidence of a battle that is not always visible on the Amazon.

❝ It will. In a way of its own. ❞ Just not in a way they can keep. Not in a way they can savor. The night, even one such as this, always surrenders to sunlight. And they are glad for it: glad that the sun rises. Glad that the world will see another sunrise.

Maybe if they're lucky they can guide it to another sunset, too.

[thisemeraldarcher]

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

"The Bible?" Ollie asked with a distinct note of disbelief in his voice. Irritated, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered under his breath. "Of all the damn things in the world you had to assume that I was reading the - no, pretty bird. No, I was not reading the Bible." He looked at her, and only then did he notice the small smirk playing over her lips and the mischief in her eyes. She'd been joking. Of course she had been joking. Leave it to him to not pick up on it quickly enough. Something about the long hours and the grueling schedule had eroded away at least a small part of him. He shook his head and at least a bit of the acid of annoyance evaporated on his tongue. "No, I said I spent the summer finding myself. I went camping. Back to nature. My roots. I even pulled Hal along for a bit of it if you could believe that." He let the duffel bag he'd been carrying fall to the ground in a clatter. Only then did he unclip the quiver, and destring his bow to hang it on the stand. "Ate good chili, played the guitar. All of the old stuff. It felt... good. Right up until I realized just how much tension I've been carrying in my back. I could use a massage, or a soak for about five hours." He turned to look at Dinah again, this time with open arms in hopes that she'd run into them. "But, pretty bird, if you'd prefer me to start reading the Bible I suppose I could try. I hear there's some stuff in the Song of Solomon that I might enjoy..."

[torntruth]

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. ( whoever does it )

some prompt from here , always accepting , @sonicanary .

" d -- " diana pauses in calling out dinah's name for the sake of the identities. she usually doesn't forget , even if diana doesn't have one herself. others do and it would always be best to respect that , even if under the costume and the identity is a DEAR FRIEND .

... instead , diana just reaches out to dinah now that she's close again. the fingers on both hands of fingerless gloves brushing along dinah's jawline in an inspection. the other woman still looks rather coherent and present , check.

" thank you , " diana ends up breathing out , emotion rocking her tone. a thumb brushes a few specks of blood.

[goldshadowsarchive]

@sonicanary continued from here.

brown eyes follow dinah's movements as she sits down next to her, feeling somewhat relieved knowing she wasn't just immediately going to leave. listening attentively, jami found it hard to imagine dinah acting the way she herself was. then again, it meant there was hope for her to grow out of it eventually. " i'm trying not to throw myself into the danger but it's ... just there. " the girl tells her with a small shrug rolling off her shoulders. still looking up at the blonde, jami tilts her head to the side with a questioning expression on her features. "a compromise ? like what ? "

[doctordonovan]

 ❛   what makes you think i’m going to help you?   ❜

 in truth,     absolutely nothing at all.     it is one of all too many reasons why brunette prefers to keep to herself:     to focus on her work,    on those who come to her,    as much as two hands can allow.    it has never been a matter of pride,     only one of practicality.     others may simply...    say no when asked.    so it is far more exhaustion that clings to her sigh than any true frustration    -    leant against wall as distracted gaze stares at blank space opposite her,    searching for the right words as though they may have been hidden in the cement between bricks.

                 it is a favour.    at its simplest,    easiest version,   the most maeve can do is ask and then hope that just for once the effort of reaching out is worth it.

 ❝   because of your kind and giving nature?   ❞    little joke is uttered as green eyes shut for moment,   hand coming up to try and rub quickly forming headache into a different corner of her mind.    later.  she can be human later.     ❝   or maybe because you know I'd never ask if I had other choices,    which leaves the very worrying possibility that this really is something that is getting messy.    which appeals to you more,    @sonicanary​?   ❞

[acidcaught-a]

holy shit, it’s him.

" yeah, that's him alright. what a clusterfuck. " harvey swears under his breath in a half-hearted attempt at propriety. he hadn't seen grundy in several months now. maybe it had been a year, but he hadn't been keeping track. they'd been sort-of friends, once upon a time, when harvey's face had no gilded half and he had dove into hiding in the sewers. " you don't have to worry about killing him. well, you do, but he comes back. probably hurts though, so last resort. " he grumbles something about just bought this suit jacket as he pulls it off his shoulders and lays it on top of a car.

not a great start to his day, he thinks. " i'm going to see if he'll talk to me. and considering i don't come back to life, make sure he doesn't kill me if he's not in a talking mood, okay? "