ada wong’s girl

it’s a femininomenon

[sozzoe]

ZEE’S WORLD!

── to be like her someday

★. ZOE. she/her. 18. latina. dc comics. bookworm. uni. diana prince’s wife. zatanna’s girl. musician. leche is defending me <3

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well, what we really need is a femininomenon!

[imjunebitch]

"can mutuals dm" "can mutuals ask for your discord" girl, mutuals have an implied invitation to my wedding

[sozzoe]

shoot it

★. dinah lance x gn!reader; playing pool with her.

#. fluff. main masterlist.

You’re leaning over the table, your grip tight on the cue as your girlfriend angles it lower, inches away from touching the cue ball.

“We need a strong shot, baby.” Dinah’s voice is low in your ear, somehow grounding you. Giving your hips a little squeeze, she steps back, trusting you way too much.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna shoot?” You glance at her over your shoulder, curls pooling on the table. “I think I’ll miss it.”

“It’s just a game, you don’t have to worry so much about it.” She takes a sip of her beer, shrugging lazily.

“You bet three hundred bucks against them.” You point at two men standing on the other side of the table, laughing as they plan what to do with the money they swear is already earned.

You can’t judge them, though — not when you’ve scratched more shots than you've pocketed, forcing Dinah to carry the two of you to that point in the game. You’re a failure at pool, and you accept that.

Your girlfriend, though, trusts you completely — or simply doesn’t care about the money she’ll probably lose. “Just shoot it, baby. You’re gonna make it.”

You turn your attention back to the cue ball in front of you, and you can almost see her confident smirk growing again. In a rather rough motion, the cue slides through your fingers, and soon you see the 8-ball rolling across the table, faster than you had intended.

It falls into the corner pocket, right away, cleanly.

“I did it!” You let go of the cue, arms out and a childlike joy spreads across your face. You see the proud smile on her lips, and pocketing that 8-ball suddenly becomes the most important achievement of your life.

Dinah wraps her arms around you, whispering congratulations, her smooth voice telling you how she’s going to spoil you rotten with the money — ignoring the rolling cue ball that follows the black one into the pocket, sealing your defeat.

© sozzoe. do not copy, post as yours, translate, or use my work for any AI purposes.

[batwngs]

never stop writing for dinah zoe omg..i need her so bad and i need to play pool with her like immediately

as always im so in love with your writing and how easily you bring so much depth and life to the worlds you construct for us :'0 like the details littered throughout this ugh im obsessed!!! i love how supportive and kind and insanely loving she is in this losing game, like the world and the rules in which form its structures don't apply to dinah and the reader, especially when they're not together:

“I did it!” You let go of the cue, arms out and a childlike joy spreads across your face. You see the proud smile on her lips, and pocketing that 8-ball suddenly becomes the most important achievement of your life. Dinah wraps her arms around you, whispering congratulations, her smooth voice telling you how she’s going to spoil you rotten with the money — ignoring the rolling cue ball that follows the black one into the pocket, sealing your defeat.

like ugh these two closing paragraphs are so perfect because it solidifies that notion that dinah and the reader's love and kindness for and towards one another physically feels exempt from the rules of the world; just looking at how the rules of a game of pool played competitively sort of become a microcosm for that larger reflection, the reader's ability to pocket the 8-ball is all they're able to care about and celebrate, while ignoring and missing the cue ball's follow into the pocket not long after. like yea they technically lost the game and the money, but the reader and dinah are so caught up on one another that this loss means nothing; in fact, they're walking away winners bc they're in each other's embrace and there's whispers exchanged and smiles on each other's intoxicating lips—that in itself is worth more than any price!!!!!

it's suchh a perfect and subtle telling on ur writing's part too like zoeeee ur such a genius and im just always so in love with how u consistently tease out these finer details in ur writing, how u bring the emotional payoff of loving someone as beautiful and amazing and kind as dinah (or whoever else u expertly write) to the forefront with just a few words of dialogue and movement!! literally always stunned and in awe and absolutely soo in love/wanting dinah to be my girlfriend hours..

[sozzoe]

I love you so much z, your reblogs always remind me why I love writing :( sending you all my admiration 🥺❤️

I hope your pillow is always cool on both sides, your drinks are always at the right temperature and all the books you buy always come with extra bookmarks <3

[speremint]

More Valen art, I'm sorry, I am in fact obsessed with her 🥺❤️

[iviedraws]

they are everything to me........

[retquits]

meeting valen 🤧

[retquits]

can't stop thinking about valen in a wedding tux

[bbcsherlock]

when a mutual reblogs something ive already liked i unlike it and then like it again. its my way of kissing them on the forehead

[sozzoe]

I just started playing Fields of Mistria and omg Juniper and Valen😻😻😻

[eatmoresoups]

anyways! some talia comics to get to know her if you haven’t read her yet:

detective comics 411, batman 232, batman 235, batman 240, batman 243-244, batman 257, batman 330-335, detective comics annual 1 (1988), son of the demon, bride of the demon, and birth of the demon, batman chronicles 8 (1997)

[naozombie]

i’m cryin bruh what is bro smiling about

[sozzoe]

hiiii, my mootie! i'm just passing by. here's flowers for you in honour of our first interaction

Hii Ava!! I had to stop and think for a second because I was sooo sure I had already interacted with you, then I realized it was only on Instagram lmaoo 😭😭 how are you bby??

Some flowers for you too bc you’re a cutie <3

[sozzoe]

giving everyone a random super power so :p you are now magic (like a witch) what's the first spell you're casting?

Hii froggiii!! Honestly this is such a hard question… but my first spell would be one that could create an island like Themyscira so I’d be able to live a happy and peaceful life among women 🥹

[sozzoe]

marble statue

★. diana prince x goddess!reader; of all your faithful, diana is the one you love most.

#. features aphrodite. main masterlist.

“What do you observe so closely on Earth, my sister?” Aphrodite approaches you, a knowing look in her eyes; it has been a while since she last witnessed the effect of love on one of her own.

“I observe the one I appreciate, my sister. She approaches my temple in the ancient capital of our faith.” You lean closer to the window, your lips softening into a smile. She climbs the staircase, entering your space of worship; she kneels before the large marble statue, battered and wounded by time, wars, and other human afflictions. Yet, she still loves it, and still adores it.

“Tell me her name.”

“You know her name. You helped create her.”

“Yet I only know it by another’s mouth, not by your heart,” Aphrodite says, and the winds stir on Olympus, carrying Diana's prayers to your ears. Her words fill you with new life — her faith, so unwavering and magnificent, numbs you to all the loneliness of the celestial.

You hesitate for a moment; are you worthy of her name? Of her love, of her devotion? You doubt greatly, but where does reason lie, if not on the other side of the scale?

“Diana,” you whisper, and on Earth, the Amazon trembles. She bows further before your statue, her face pressed against the marble of your feet — she knows that, somewhere far away, you are listening to her.

Aphrodite knows; you love Diana. The evidence is everywhere: in the tone of your voice, in the tilt of your head, in the trembling of your fingers. Every fiber of your body reveals to the goddess that, through your veins, runs one of her gifts. The revelation delights her, and in silence, she blesses your love.

“Well, I think I should stop interrupting you now. She longs for your comfort, and it does no good to let a troubled heart suffer,” Aphrodite says, turning away to leave you alone with the prayers of the Amazon.

When the door behind your sister closes, a new one opens beside you; passing through it, the marble beneath Diana's hands becomes flesh, and her heart swells with joy.

“Diana, the one Aphrodite gave me the gift of loving. What a marvel it is to be in your presence, my beloved.” You extend your arms to her, and Diana dives into your embrace. She laughs, radiant and unburdened, as her prayers are finally answered.

© sozzoe. do not copy, post as yours, translate, or use my work for any AI purposes.

[sozzoe]

shoot it

★. dinah lance x gn!reader; playing pool with her.

#. fluff. main masterlist.

You’re leaning over the table, your grip tight on the cue as your girlfriend angles it lower, inches away from touching the cue ball.

“We need a strong shot, baby.” Dinah’s voice is low in your ear, somehow grounding you. Giving your hips a little squeeze, she steps back, trusting you way too much.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna shoot?” You glance at her over your shoulder, curls pooling on the table. “I think I’ll miss it.”

“It’s just a game, you don’t have to worry so much about it.” She takes a sip of her beer, shrugging lazily.

“You bet three hundred bucks against them.” You point at two men standing on the other side of the table, laughing as they plan what to do with the money they swear is already earned.

You can’t judge them, though — not when you’ve scratched more shots than you've pocketed, forcing Dinah to carry the two of you to that point in the game. You’re a failure at pool, and you accept that.

Your girlfriend, though, trusts you completely — or simply doesn’t care about the money she’ll probably lose. “Just shoot it, baby. You’re gonna make it.”

You turn your attention back to the cue ball in front of you, and you can almost see her confident smirk growing again. In a rather rough motion, the cue slides through your fingers, and soon you see the 8-ball rolling across the table, faster than you had intended.

It falls into the corner pocket, right away, cleanly.

“I did it!” You let go of the cue, arms out and a childlike joy spreads across your face. You see the proud smile on her lips, and pocketing that 8-ball suddenly becomes the most important achievement of your life.

Dinah wraps her arms around you, whispering congratulations, her smooth voice telling you how she’s going to spoil you rotten with the money — ignoring the rolling cue ball that follows the black one into the pocket, sealing your defeat.

© sozzoe. do not copy, post as yours, translate, or use my work for any AI purposes.

[sozzoe]

shoot it

★. dinah lance x gn!reader; playing pool with her.

#. fluff. main masterlist.

You’re leaning over the table, your grip tight on the cue as your girlfriend angles it lower, inches away from touching the cue ball.

“We need a strong shot, baby.” Dinah’s voice is low in your ear, somehow grounding you. Giving your hips a little squeeze, she steps back, trusting you way too much.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna shoot?” You glance at her over your shoulder, curls pooling on the table. “I think I’ll miss it.”

“It’s just a game, you don’t have to worry so much about it.” She takes a sip of her beer, shrugging lazily.

“You bet three hundred bucks against them.” You point at two men standing on the other side of the table, laughing as they plan what to do with the money they swear is already earned.

You can’t judge them, though — not when you’ve scratched more shots than you've pocketed, forcing Dinah to carry the two of you to that point in the game. You’re a failure at pool, and you accept that.

Your girlfriend, though, trusts you completely — or simply doesn’t care about the money she’ll probably lose. “Just shoot it, baby. You’re gonna make it.”

You turn your attention back to the cue ball in front of you, and you can almost see her confident smirk growing again. In a rather rough motion, the cue slides through your fingers, and soon you see the 8-ball rolling across the table, faster than you had intended.

It falls into the corner pocket, right away, cleanly.

“I did it!” You let go of the cue, arms out and a childlike joy spreads across your face. You see the proud smile on her lips, and pocketing that 8-ball suddenly becomes the most important achievement of your life.

Dinah wraps her arms around you, whispering congratulations, her smooth voice telling you how she’s going to spoil you rotten with the money — ignoring the rolling cue ball that follows the black one into the pocket, sealing your defeat.

© sozzoe. do not copy, post as yours, translate, or use my work for any AI purposes.

[sozzoe]

I wanna (try to) write something at the gym tomorrow, so pls choose a lady for me

Choose your fighter

Talia al ghul

Dinah lance

Pamela isley

Zatanna zatara

Voting ended onMay 27