You’ve landed on an independent RP blog for 「 ✦ Black Canary ✦ 」—martial artist, meta-human, Bird of Prey, and the unfortunate owner of a dry sense of humor and even drier whiskey - a lie. this babe doesn't even drink hard liquor. but stay for the humor.
This version of 「 ✦ DINAH ✦ 」is based on Pre-New 52 post crisis runs, with heavy inspiration from Birds Of Prey's 1999: smart, witty, principled, emotionally complex, and just a little too quick to say “you wanna go?” to people twice her size.
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Crossovers welcome. Multiverse is canon anyway. Let’s be chaotic ᝰ.ᐟ
headcanons.
. . . . . ╰──╮ GROUND RULES (AKA DON’T BE A CREEP)
: ̗̀➛ Mun is 25+, muse is… old enough to know better, still doing it anyway
: ̗̀➛ Selective & mutuals only — I like keeping things clean
: ̗̀➛ No godmodding, no drama, no unsolicited shippingI use small text and icons but will match your style
: ̗̀➛ If you need to leave, softblock is totally okay
: ̗̀➛ mains & exclus list
. . . . . ╰──╮ WANNA THROW HANDS OR FEELINGS
✓ Reblog memes, Send asks (IC or OOC), Plot in DMs
✓ Memes, threads, and emotional damage are always welcome.
⚠ Steal content — I will scream, and not the good kind
. . . . . ╰──╮ MUN
♪ You can call me ⋆˚࿔ Junebug 𝜗𝜚˚⋆
♪ She/Her. GMT+1 . Been here too long to pretend I’m normal about fictional women. (to be fair, we're bugging people since 2016)
♪ Always down for plotty slowburns, found family trauma,
or Dinah yelling at ╰┈➤ ❝ billionaires ❞.
we love seeing men write for a female muse. 💯 we stan a lot. we need more of that. now let me write a male character with a female one from a male mun.
honestly im tired. setting up a new blog but all that PS shit tired me... it's never gonna be ready until 2027 lmao. I mean, with a card & everything, & the whole making a PS template icon... ezghreighrieoh honestly
❛ how about aggressively suggested then ? ❜ she's already clocked the bandages being wrapped around digits and wrists ; nodding a few times to herself in that realization that , YES , this is happening right now. and , YES , it is partially her own fault for this * ( * she doesn't have to remind me i was the one knocking at four in the morning. ) mouth goes to open in response , but a breathy chuckle is all that slips forth once she's called out for a second time. ❛ ------- i needed somewhere to crash ? and you sort of love me. ❜ a beat , inhaling a bit before hands would rise up to put her own hair into a ponytail. ❛ twenty - nine years old , still called a kid by literally everyone. i can't help it ; its like a second nature thing at this point. not justification just , y'know , explanation. ❜
Dinah smiled softly at the younger woman - she was definitely younger when the bird was slowly reaching her forties. Not that she minded, or looked like a grandma, even though she was one. "You'll always be a kid to me," she said. When entering the superheroing business at just eighteen, she had mentors, more like uncles & mom's friends all aroudn her childhood. Now she was the mentor. & the cool aunt. "I wasn't going to let you sleep on my door. My couch is still better, used & scratchy but better." she grinned at the brunette as she stepped onto the ring, stretching her neck, & warming up mobility in anticipation of their session. "I think you should work on self-esteem, & confidence. There's something to dig in somewhere."
🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ 🇫🇺🇱🇱 🇧🇦🇹🇹🇪🇷🇾 — ❝ Aw, doll. ❞ He's a bit sheepish. Clint feels like he's backed into a corner. She was a hell of a catch, but one scary bird. Who knew a Hawk could be taken out by a man-eating canary? He's holding a bouquet of flowers for her, yellow tulips that reminded him of her, he can't look her in the eyes and he is damn near sweating. ❝ Please, you have to understand. I can't give you all the Avengers access codes. ❞
Opening the door of her apartment, she faced a brand new blonde archer waiting for her with a cute smile, & an awkward expression - which made him look even cuter. ( she was fucked ! ) "Doll ?" Dinah echoed it like she was testing whether it sounded any less ridiculous the second time.
Her eyes dropped to the bouquet, then back to Clint. Yellow tulips. Not roses. Not some over-the-top apology. Just... tulips. "Huh." She accepted them before she could overthink why. "So your master plan was to bribe me with flowers after locking me out of classified Avengers business?" One brow arched as she inspected a bloom, turning it between her fingers. "I've gotta hand it to you, Barton. It's bold... & stupid." The corner of her mouth betrayed her anyway. "And for the record? I wasn't asking for all the access codes." She stepped a little closer, lowering her voice just enough to make him work to hear it. "I was only gonna steal a couple." She stepped aside, "Care to join me for a coffee or a drink ?"
sender falls asleep against receiver's shoulder halfway through a movie.
lovesick fools. @datanexus
They've been fighting for a quite a few minutes before Dinah finally settled that new projector Barbara had bought for the Clock Tower. 'you said the blue wire', 'no I said the green one but it's the other, then push the button', 'I am pushing the button, & you're pushing mine right now, love you but chill out'.
Dinah finally stood up - more like crawled back to the sofa & the many blankets Babs had hidden under. The blonde didn't say anything, but she saw that she took most of it, curled into a ball. Hand dug under the covers as the movie began, & Canary was already pulling Babs's legs on top of her lap, fingers massaging the toes through her heavy woolen socks. There was no way that Babs would feel her hand toying or massaging her feet, but that wasn't the purpose, that one was for Dinah. Deep down, unconsciously, she thought that seeing the blonde playing with them, she might enjoy & relax more. Babs gave her a small smile, in a 'why do you still bother'? Dinah shrugged back at her, then grabbed a few popcorn from the basket the red-haired was holding way too closely.
Of course they also fought over the movie they're watching, because their tastes are so different but they eventually agreed. Bullet Train. Barbara spent half the movie explaining why hacking doesn't work like that. In the meantime, she had switched positions about ten times over the movie, to finally settle on Dinah's shoulder... hence why... she had stopped complaining about all the unrealistic stuff.
