#dinah . 001

[spellbcok]

@vcndetta sent : ♨ — [chloe decker] tastes soup that [dinah drake] has made

“what’s the occasion?” chloe asked in between blowing at the spoon full of soup. with caution, she brought it to her lips when she believed it had been cooled down enough. she took a moment to savor the spoonful while her blue eyes examined the bowl. “what is that? pumpkin? because wow, it's really good.”

[latetobloom]

𝔗houghts went everywhere as a blush formed on her cheeks. The other woman was explaining how she reminded her of paintings by a familiar French artist. "No...that...this. I-It's beautiful. Th-Thank you." Emmeline was speechless, beyond words at the kind gesture. "I...have never received anything quite like this. before." Putting the portrait to the side, holding it down under a picnic basket that she brought with her, she turned to the other again. "I am here to think, or rather to not think at all. I am French, I...fled four years ago. It...has been hard to adjust here, you must understand."

— 𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ,

𝕰mmeline had practically stared off into space into the pond for nearly an hour before a woman came out of the bushes, startling her a bit. "Merde!" The more steps she took towards her, the more friendly she seemed. She was about to apologize until she was handed a piece of parchment with a drawing on it. It was her, in the exact position that she'd been sitting in for so long, lost in thought.

"This...is me?" Her French accent was still strong. Taking the drawing in her hands, she lightly brushed her fingers over it, over her. "You...You thought I looked like a painting?" Emmeline had been told that she was beautiful as she got older, but she never really believed it. She was more focused on getting sleep and not dreaming of what she witnessed during the Reign of Terror. "What...what do you mean by that?"

the exclamation instinctively causes dinah to jump back as well , despite being the reason for the other to be so startled. the familiarity of her accent causes a soft smile to creep on her face , curiously peering over at the other as she views her drawing. her eyes , a little expectant , try to gauge what sort of reaction she may be having to the sudden gift. her face starts to furrow in slight worry , wondering if maybe she'd overstepped , until the other's comment makes her laugh.

" so you're french , i assume ? " dinah asks , offering a welcoming smile as she switches over after hearing the foreign exclamation. aside from english , it's her most comfortable language , as it's the one her parents both used in the time they'd spent in france when they'd met each other. even though dinah had been born after they moved to england together , their frequent use of it throughout conversation eventually grew dinah's fluency to a conversational level. " so , you may know jean-antoine watteau ? well , he's long gone now , but his art isn't. he has so many pieces that show how the beauty of nature compliments , well .... human nature. and you remind me of his paintings. " realizing she may be rambling more than she should , she cuts herself off with a laugh. " forgive me if i'm overstepping - " more for formalities than anything , she's never shyed away from being overly curious - " but could i ask why you're out here , all on your own ? "

[bamboomusiclist]

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[catalystofchangc]

starter for @crymeacanary​ !!

‘  you  are  not  easily  rescued .  ’ 

One of his escrima sticks hit one of the many men in the room for the last time, causing his body to lay now unconscious on the ground. A smile appeared quickly on Nightwing's face though, seeing that Black Canary herself was there. "I guess some bad habits are never lost." He wiped a little blood on the corner of his mouth. A long and difficult night, after finding one of the largest drug trafficking networks in the city in recent months. "I see you finally decided to join the fun, Canary." 

[chicagospryde-a]

@heartheblackdamncanary​

Kitty had never exactly figured out how to say sorry, or start conversations, or end conversations, or drive a car---there were a lot of things she hadn’t figured out how to do. That was neither here nor there, not as Kitty saw it anyway. Her mind reeled with questions and thoughts but she was determined to quiet them all and focus on the task at hand.

Buying flowers for Donna. Flowers for Donna that said ‘I’m sorry’ but also ‘I’m straight’ and maybe some ‘have you seen Imagine Me & You? Do you remember that scene in the back of the flower shop?’ It was a big task, big enough that she braved the very same type of flower shop she often made fun of. Florists, what was the point? Truthfully, she was a little bitter no one had ever given her flowers. Of course, in pretending like she hated them, she ensured no one would ever give her flowers---so it was a little bit of a predicament. 

“Hello? Is anyone here?” She ducked around the flower shop, “I need to get flowers for someone!” She called out, shifting her wait. Maybe this was all a sign that this was a bad idea and she shouldn’t get flowers and why was she thinking about lesbian romance movies anyway and---”Hey! I know you!”

[ofsofiafalcone]

Sofia looked up from her desk and gave the detective standing in her office a faux, warm smile. Her security had told her the woman’s name, and her reason for visiting. “Good afternoon, Miss Lance,” she greeted. “Can I get you something to drink?” Playing the part of a gracious hostess would surely get her on the woman’s good side. “I have water, whiskey, tea, coffee ... I heard you want to talk to me, and we can’t talk with dry mouths, can we?” It was so easy to turn into the doting sweetheart that cared, rather than be the cold, calculating bitch most people knew her as.

@hearthecanarycry​

[belyypauchok]

@blackcanaryrising​

Once they were certain that she wasn't the flight risk that she could have been, the boy scouts at the Mousehole had finally agreed to loosen Yelena's leash just a little. It was a different constraint from the Red Room, so one she bore for now, but it certainly meant she took the first opportunity to take her bike down to Matchak.

It was no different to many other towns she had been in over the years and instinct took her straight to the local bar, the best place to hear local colour. She was adept at making herself near invisible if need be but this wasn't an intel gathering mission so the door swung freely as she stepped through it and Yelena thought nothing of marching herself straight to the bar.

Her Sokovian was sharp and staccato in her mouth as she asked for a beer. Once it was slid over to her, she perched on one of the stools and gazed into the mirror behind the bar, using it to watch the crowd. 

[khakilike]

Gwenpool Strikes Back #1, by Leah Williams and David Baldeon

[mayawollman-a]

STARTER FOR: @dinah-palmer​ LOCATION: Dinah’s home. SETTING: Evening.

Having friends was something Maya was simply terrible at. She often was the one to flee, leaving the other person stranded with questions. It was always easier that way. For Maya, at least. She preferred to be alone until she didn’t, which was a more than contradicting trait. Though, these days, she tries her best to plan her feet to the ground. To be one with the world, to be one with her relationship with people.

So, she heads to Dinah’s house. A friend she knows from New York. Someone who knew her before everything, before the person she is now. To Maya, that was always a little daunting, especially since she had such a prominent distaste for the person she used to be. But, in a way, it was nice to have someone who knew her then and now. It took the edge off, ridding of Maya’s first impression blues. 

“I brought beer and wine. No other reason than I just need to drink. That annoying guy that smells like socks came into the bar again practically begging for your number. Then mine. He was there my entire shift.” The dark-haired woman snorts out as she pads into Dinah’s place, setting the pack of beer and the bottle of wine onto the table in her living room. “I was thinking you could teach me My Heart Will Go On on the piano. Maybe I can play it in the bar to get the men to settle down. Sooth them. That song soothes people, right? Or does it just make them depressed?”

[liightningchosen]

@dinhlnce   /   CONTINUED. 

        ‘  HONESTLY  BARRY,  it’s not  ––  fuck  !  ’    the swear in her words is hissed through her teeth as barry pushes an alcohol soaked pad against the gash in her forehead.  she jerks back a little, eyes screwed shut as her nose wrinkles in distaste.  it’s not deep,  not as far as she can tell,  but barry seems insistent,  and he promised it’d be quick.  and yet  –––  her leg jiggles impatiently against the table leg.  she frowns up at him,  and scrubs her hands over worn out fishnets with a soft huff.     ‘  it’s not that deep,  can’t you just slap a bandaid on it so we can go get some food ?  ’

       HE GIVES HER A pointed look as she swears, before going back to wiping away the blood and looking at how bad the wound really was.   “You got smashed in the forehead, Dinah. Most people would be out cold for like, a day, and yet you’re SNARKING me.”   Barry points out, though his words are caring even if they hold an edge of teasing. Okay, so it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, not that he had anywhere near steady enough hand for that.   “It isn’t that deep, but you also can’t just walk out of here with blood dripping down your forehead. I don’t think the hostess is going to let you in.”   He adds, reaching for a bandage, delicate fingers placing it on, before he reaches for a bag of ice.   “If I go and get you food, will you sit with this on there? It’ll help with the SWELLING, and I know you have a big case in two days.” 

[rxdshood-a]

text message → @heartheblackdamncanary

[text] Could you be anymore dramatic?

( 📩 → dinah ): oh easily. like without hesitation i could pull a richard john grayson and be the most dramatic asshole out there ( 📩 → dinah ): wait what did i do this time  ( 📩 → dinah ): i’m at least 62% im maybe potentially innocent of whatever you’re accusing me being dramatic about 

[songbirddrake]

Time was supposed to heal all wounds. That was something she had always heard. Something her parents used to tell her. Hell, it was what her old police buddies used to tell her after what happened with Vince. If only they had known what she ended up finding out. He never really died that day. Her head shook just trying to push those thoughts away, but it was hard when it came to seeing her old teammate. He had accused her of treason. That one stuck a knife deep into Dinah’s heart and back. It caused a rift in their friendship that never fully healed. 

It didn’t help that, to her, Vince died and no one seemed to truly care. Again, she had to take a deep breath and stood in the Arrow cave in full costume just staring at the computer screens. Something had to give  here. As she heard the wooshing of the doors, she turned on her heel and stared at the man walking in. “Oliver.” That was all she said as she stared him down for a moment.

@themanbeneaththehood​

[indigoskves]

closed starter for @phantsms ( Dinah Jeong )

“What do you think would happen if I snuck behind the bar and stole a bar of champagne? I’m thinking there’s a fifty percent chance I’ll get kicked out and a fifty percent chance that literally no one will notice.” Truthfully, events like this were far from Indigo’s seen, all a bit too boring for her to truly want to be there. There were ghosts out there to be found. “It might even give me a chance to plug my podcast. Not that this is exactly the audience I’m looking to cultivate.”

[irreplaceablescream]

@redheadarcher   //   starter call !!

               “WHAT IS EVERYONE’S OBSESSION WITH being an archer??” Heroes --- they’re her least favorite kind of people usually, but especially the kind that like to try && take her down. “Look, let me walk away from here, && I won’t say a w o r d to the next bow wielding freak that comes my way. Thief’s HONOR.” 

[agentxmockingbird]

Text -> Dinah

Bobbi: Please tell me you did not just break out of the hospital, and that Daisy didn't help you.

[ofbarryallen]

A case together II Barry and Dinah

@hearthecanarycry

Barry didn’t know what he could do, today he had been asked to help with a different force as he was a the forensic scientist to help solve some of the cases.  But thankfully he could run faster than anyone in the world.  No one else could ever beat him, well maybe Kara.  He didn’t know as he met her once before, but maybe they could do that again some day.  But right now he needed to focus on his job. 

Running fast to one of the precinct that he was assigned to, he wonder who he was going to help today.  He finally got there and made sure to cover his tracks  “hey I’m here to help someone?” he asked as he  wasn’t sure who the person was that he was helping.  Maybe he would help someone that he knew, or he would meet someone pretty awesome.