#scngvinary

[prxdigaldaughter]

[ for @scngvinary because why not ]

      “-- y’know i don’t normally do this for free. if i’m real lucky         maybe i’d get twenty bucks and a drink.”

   not a single word in remy’s statements were true. neither was  whatever    she insinuated. but the woman with  her   was  lovely,   and a good time    is what she’d determined to get out of this ball guilt-tripped upon her.     

[ofhopeandsteel]

@scngvinary​:: [ cont’ from x ]

     “so that’s what happened to that one.” she wasn’t all that bothered that kara had taken one of them. she had plenty of them after all, one going missing wasn’t a big deal. “i had no idea you made jewellery, can i see how it turned out?”

kara gave kate a sheepish smile. “well, it’s the first one i’ve made,” she replied as she reached inside the neck of her shirt and pulled out the batarang pendant. “i just wanted to wear something of yours close to my heart,” she explained, before she made a face and added, “that sounded better in my head...” and now kate was going to tease her for being sappy.

[littleqxinn]

@scngvinary continuing from here X

“Thanks.” She said, though she did not really mean it, for has issues when it comes to the bat gang, but since this lady seemed to be new enough, perhaps she can get to listen, unlike the other ones who tell that`s not going to happen.

“Frequent, he`s always trying to lock her and my... father, away in the asylum.” She said bitterly, crossing her arms as she looked over at the other women to see her reaction to words.

[pathtotruth]

@scngvinary

Technically, she wasn’t there as ʟᴏɪs ʟᴀɴᴇ the 𝕁𝕆𝕌ℝℕ𝔸𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋, but as ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ sᴀᴍ ʟᴀɴᴇ’s 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇.

Even so, her reputation as a noted member of the press didn’t endear her to many guests of the military ball, particularly those of the high rank. But it mattered little to her. Her plan for the night wasn’t to 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕. Much. She was still a seasoned 𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓈𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 after all.

And from her quiet corner at the bar, she was picking up quite the ʀɪᴠᴇᴛɪɴɢ conversation.

[gsarchived]

you know what you’re doing to me

thank u, next  —  lyric  sentence  starters.

      there’s a smirk that flashes across her mouth, and she raises an eyebrow at the other woman -- feigning innocence. zatanna was never really subtle when she flirted and there was always a purpose to it. of course, a lot of the time it was harmless and sometimes never amounted to anything, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try. as for her flirting with kate ... she always did have a thing for bats.

ebony hair is tossed over her shoulder as she stands up from her previous crouching position, flicking dirt off her jacket with a gloved hand. ‘  say that i do.  ’ she wets her lower lip and her head tilts. ‘  what are you going to do about it?  ’

[thequeenofbeasts-archive]

for @scngvinary.

        “i work alone, mostly,” kali begins to explain, fingertips seeming to tap against the flask in her hands of their own accord. “that’s... the nature of the job. to be a guardian, is to work alone.” the way she says it, it’s neither here nor there.  it’s simply the way it is and always has been.

[dclphn]

@scngvinary​   |   wants to go for a swim ?

oh no !!     leaping to her feet , arms raise overhead in warning     (     opening and crossing like an X repeatedly     ) .     the distance between dolphin and the beach volley team     (     playing just shy of a hundred yards away     )     seemed not enough given the ball hurling toward the sand castle she had spent a decent hour constructing .     bright crystal eyes appear alert whilst dolphin DIVES over her castle in attempt to save it from destruction .     her palm manages to get just enough contact to bat it away , herself on the other hand rolling into the sand .     a lethargic push props her up , lifting her head , dolphin brushes the sand off her cheek whilst staring toward a bright red-haired woman     (     where did she recall knowing a red-head ??     ) .

[atlasxheir]

@scngvinary || cont. from x

      “don’t mock me. you ride with me, you put your seatbelt on.” alex repeats, raised brows directed at kate. her tone of voice is just short of reprimanding. “you can thank me later when you don’t go flying through the windshield.” she is not a bad driver, her maneuvers are simply.... unconventional. in alex’s defense, about ninety percent of the events that require her to get behind the steering wheel of a car are deo related. it’s only natural that she views driving anything with more than two wheels as means to an end. “yes.” gear stick shifted into place, she presses down on the accelerator the moment her passenger’s seat belt is secured, tires squeaking and engine roaring as they take off. “i’d appreciate it if you stuck to the most common safety regulations.” if that wasn’t the kettle calling the pot black.