#SHAYERA

[waterfire1848]

Shayera: Tough week, Bruce?

Bruce: I went to Barbados with Clark and Diana. We wove hats out of Palm Fronds and swam with the stingrays. I’ve never been happier.

[allgremlinart]

I vote Diana/Shayera for the rarity

listen.. if you know me you know that it is my solemn duty to champion all the rarepairs that I can..

...they sure seem like good friends :]

[ladyshinga]

A fun detail about disability that you might not think of, if you ever raise a pet from youth, they start associating your traits with humans in general.

I’ve had Shayera since she was a kitten and now? She thinks these things (and probably more I’m forgetting) about people:

1. Humans are supposed to sit down. Standing/walking a lot is weird

2. Humans don’t wear shoes, shoes are weird and possibly dangerous, must run and hide when shoes are near

3. Humans move very slowly, any quick movements are unnatural and I must run away

Now, to note, Shayera is also a world-class scaredy cat about some of the weirdest shit. I joke that she’s a VERY smart cat but uses all those smarts to just be incredibly anxious about the world. But all of these things, the way she perceives humans and how my disability and habits have shaped that? It’s certainly been an interesting thing to watch. I almost feel bad, like I “broke” her perception of people, but. Eh. She loves me and she has SUCH a close eye on me and my habits that she’s turned herself into a part-time support animal (god she’ll fuss if I haven’t slept enough, fusses if I’ve been standing/walking too long, fusses if I’m clearly in more pain than usual) so... yeah. I’m ok with Shayera’s warped view of humans <3

[madwomansapologist]

What about Shayera/Hawkgirl? 🤔💕

babygirl deserves it | shayera thal

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synopsis: After a really hard day at work on the Watchtower, you and Shayera deserved something that could shut up the rest of the world hundreds of kilometers below.

warnings: hero!reader. wlw smut. fingering. inspired a song called babygirl, made by a artist maeta. porn practically without plot.

note: thank you, my dear anon. i needed to write something for this song but couldn't chose any girl to write about. and also thank you for reminding me that i had a real deep crush on her when i was a child.

"It could've been worse," Flash tried to cheer up the League.

In the Watchtower Infirmary, there was a clear reason for the silence: there was nothing useful to say. It was a defeat. And a humiliating one. The silence could be uncomfortable and painful, but at least it wasn't deceiving.

"How worse?" Wonder Woman asked him. She wasn't answered.

You jumped off the gurney as soon as the bandage was completed. You raised your wrist. The wound wasn't that deep. Without bothering to say goodbye, you marched towards the hall.

"Where are you going?" Even Superman was tired. His voice was warm and cheering still, but anyone could hear the vacillating tone.

"Not home," you shrugged. All the wide windows showed the universe around you. It was a beautiful sight. Enlightening. It put everything in perspective. But it was hard to focus on that when you had to deal with a concussion. It took you the time to close your mouth to regret answering Sup like that. "I just need a shower, pal."

"Just give her time," Shayera tapped Superman's shoulder. "I'll talk to her."

After you turned down the hall, Shayera leave the other Leaguers behind. By the time she got to your suite, Shayera could already hear the sound of the shower running.

Shayera knocked on the ajar door. "Everything all right there?"

You hesitated. Shayera could almost hear his thoughts. "All good."

Shayera dropped her Thanagarian Mace next to your bed. She undocked her sartificial feathered wings. That was a bad day. A horrible one. Even being able to come back to the Watchtower was a surprise. Everyone deserve sometime to be alone with their own thoughts.

No. Shayera changed her mind. That didn't make sense. You don't deserve that. She doesn't deserve that. You both worked hard. Did your best. None of you need to spend the rest of your nights thinking about everyone that happened.

You let the water run down your body, washing your worry down the drain. You could feel the scars forming. Your skin becoming a jumble of cuts and marks. And suddenly you felt fingers sliding down your body.

"Shay," you closed your eyes, feeling her body against your. Her lips slipped down your necks. "Now? Really?"

She grabs your waist, nail clippings scratch your skin. You took a deep breath. "Now," Shayera whispered against your ear.

Her hand moved down your stomach, gliding easily on account of the water. "Or would you rather me to stop?" Shayera squeezed your thighs, fingers too close. "For me to leave you here, alone, thinking and thinking and thinking. Hmm?"

You held her hand over your waist, and brought it up to your breast. "What do you think?"

"I know exactly what you want," Shayera bit your shoulder. "But I want to hear. C'mon, pretty thing, just tell me."

"I want you, Shay."

"I know", Shayera grabbed your chest. Her thumb slid against your nipple. And her other hand found a way between your legs. "Already wet for me?"

"Fuck you," you moaned. Her fingers felt so great against you. She started slowly, feeling every inch of you, but soon they were playing with your entrance.

"Oh, you will." Shayera fingered without further warning. You stopped breathing. "But right now it's about you."

You closed your eyes, the warm water working like a gasoline to your fire. You hold her hand, making Shayera fill you even more. You mind didn't work anymore. No problems, no worries, no mistakes. The world was you, Shay, and nothing more.

Until someone knocked on your bedroom door. Shay sighed. "I may be important," but she didn't move away.

You shake your head. "They can survive without us."

But whoever knocking on your door did it again. "I'll come back," Shay kissed your shoulder. Only then she moved. She grabbed a towel, covering her body, and made her way to your door.

Shayera opened it. "Someone is dying?"

"No," answered Batman.

"Then you can wait." She slammed the door in his face, ready to spend the rest of the night with you. The rest of the world can fuck off. Shayera couldn't care less.

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[boltevega]

Shayera Hol of Thanagar 

[emma-d-klutz]

I dont think I have ever once thought about WonderHawk before, but because of @allgremlinart I sure am now!

[someones-thing-is-here]

Just watched Green Lantern Beware My Power. Got to say I am quite disappointed with it.

The rest of this is going to be some what rant-y so skip this post if you aren’t interested in this.  

Also many spoilers for the film skip if you haven’t seen it but if you have or don’t care read on.

First up the general premise of the film why did they wipe out the green lantern corps in the first film in a new universe it feels exactly like the writers just didn’t care about  the premise or any future stories that could have been told.

 Also why was John given Kyle’s origin it didn’t feel like it was genuine or that it fit. Now I am going to be honest I like Kyle far more than John so I am a bit biased so I never was going to be okay with this changed.

Speaking of biased what the heck did they do to Parallax Hal and especially Sinestro. 

Parallax Hal felt wrong and it’s not just because they didn’t use the outfit why they did that I don’t know why that wasn’t used it’s one of the best outfits I have seen for numerous reasons (I won’t get into because I suck at explain many things) it just because he was so weak and the story was clearly trying to emulate previous stories especially Zero Hour with that ending but he didn’t die in that story so why did he die now?

Sinestro just sucked in this film he didn’t feel like Sinestro and he was kind of pathetic I just feel bad being mean to him of how bad he was in this film I mean why include him to kill him off like that?

Now Shayera, Adam Strange and Green Arrow where fine I have no nostalgia with Shayera  so she was just there for me but by the end she was pretty good same with Adam now Green Arrow was a little bit annoying for me but other than that fine. 

Also the Ran-Thanagarian war was pretty decent no complaints there. And the build up to Parallax’s reveal was pretty good but I had that spoiled for me so the shock of it all wasn’t there for me but even with that knowledge the build up before the reveal was great.

Most of my issues with this story is that if you excluded the fact that the corps was destroyed and cut Parallax and Sinestro out of it I probably would have been fine with it or even liked it.

TLDR: The film felt like no one cared about it most of my problems were it using   Emerald Twilight with out any nuanced that could be used the characters were fine to terrible.

I think I might rewrite the problems I felt with it while keeping the general premise such as still using the basses of the corps being dead and John being the last green lantern and Parallax being behind it. Because most of my problems are with the second half.

Anyone who read this far thanks I would love to hear your thoughts.

[mattzerella-sticks]

DC and Warner Bros KNOW what they're getting into with their latest DC animated project!!

Not only are they giving us more content for a Lantern people have been wanting to see (especially since news of his presence in the JL movie was leaked), but they're also throwing it back to one of thee most popular DC medias of all time - I'm talking bout the og Justice League/Justice League Unlimited cartoon series!

Like I cannot believe we are seeing John Stewart and Shayera on our screens again 😍

[zhanenova]

John Stewart is one heck of an character when it comes to Justice League Animated series. He is my first Green Lantern I ever discovered. Last time I’ve saw of him, was there while around the time I was in high school ish. If we’re counting Unlimited, last time was on the CW 4kids Vortexx 8-9 years ago. Talk about that amount of long time. I decided to check out this blu-ray as one of the DC Animated Original Film. It wasn’t released that long ago. Well, almost a half year ago, but it’s a still new new.

After seeing the film and watched it’s special feature. I never knew John personally until now. He’s a person who decided to choose a path of not wearing the mask, unlike Hal Jorden and Kyle Rayner. (Which I thought Kyle is Hal at the time when I second discovered another GL in Superman TAS. Years later, there was GL TAS in CGI featuring as Hal the protagonist. They’re both different people. He does has broad shoulders like Batman/Superman. I don’t think the CGI one ain’t relevant to the actual DC TAS Universe. And yes, I’ve seen the series.)

Seeing Green Arrow and Hawkgirl Shayera especially her who reminds me from JL TAS along in the film is pretty dope. Having both alias that begin the name with an green. They felt like flesh and blood already. Right, also Hal is also in there. Man he’s like- no spoiler. If haven’t seen “in brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. let those who worship evil's might beware my power… green lantern's light!” go get to it. Another DC for your pleasure. Some intriguing way to watch those two bonus episodes of the JL TAS. Me, myself, and I, it’s been quite a while, like way a while. Maybe I should re-watch a bit since I got the DVD set.

[bludmd23]

Pats all of them 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[navarrocabrera]

Hawkman & Hawkgirl anniversary - Comic cover remake

And here goes our second birthday cover remake.This time it’s Hawkman and Hawkgirl’s turn. The Silver Age ones, Katar and Shayera from Thanagar, who first appeared in 1961.So happy 60th birthday, Hawks! Art: Mariano NavarroColor: Hernan Cabrera —– Y aquí nuestra segunda portada reversionada de cumpleaños.Esta vez es el turno de Hawkman y Hawkgirl. Los de la Edad de Plata, Katar y Shayera de…

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Sometimes I watch this boy eyeing up his sister, clearly ready to channel some evil and pounce on her without provocation.

I call him on his bullshit and he looks at me like he's cluessless as to why he's hearing his name in stern tones. Like he doesn't understand the words "stop it." We both know full well that he understands what it means when I tell him, "Leave her alone."

I avert my attention back to my task at hand for a mere moment, and the lil bastard goes ahead and troubles her anyway. Leaps at her, and before he's even made contact of any kind, she's grumbling and hissing like she's under attack.

Pathetic little beings.

[deadsetobsessions]

I just really like the trope of Danny getting summoned, alright?

——

After he shoved Pariah Dark in his coffin shaped locker what what Danny hoped to be for all of eternity, the half unfortunately inherited all of Pariah’s responsibilities.

“What was it again? With great powers comes great responsibilities?” Danny let his head hit the table with an audible thunk. He’s in his “office,” the ghost zone’s approximation of where he might be able to do work seriously. The house- the extension of his haunt- had added the room right next to his bedroom. Danny had to lift all of the paperwork from Pariah’s castle (that’s now also a part of what’s considered Danny’s but he doesn’t think about that) and move it to his main haunt.

He prayed to the universe at large to let him off. Danny hated doing homework- science not withstanding because at least he understood that- let alone an asshole’s centuries worth of work. Danny bemoaned the fact that he was elected the King. He didn’t even defeat Pariah all by himself, so why couldn’t the others do it?!

Like a wave of merciful fate, the beginning tugs of a summoning pulled at his core.

“Thank Ancients!”

Danny scrambled to grab a sticky note, unfortunately glowing green as things tended to in the Ghost Zone, and scribbled down that he’s been summoned and to not look for him until his vacation work was done.

With that note done, Danny decided to bring his A game to the summoning. Allowing his secondary form to wash over him, Danny quickly checked the mirror to make sure he was presentable. A bright glowing ice crown- not the crown of fire, because it was essentially useless without the ring and Danny wasn’t keen on being a king, let alone a near infinitely powerful one- settled across his brow showed his status. A cape, this form’s best feature, made of an expanse of galaxies, nebulae, and frost cling at the end was swept over his shoulders and pinned together with a cloak pin made of clusters of black holes.

A couple of additions to his normal hazmat suit and his trusty thermos at his side, Danny all but dove into the summoning magic with an excited whoop of glee.

As Danny got closer to the magic-made portal, he could hear the whispers of the living presences beyond it.

His summoners! Hopefully it’s not a cult again, even if he thought they were pretty funny trying to summon the king of the dead to kill more people. Not funny “haha,” funny weird.

How should he do this…? Scary? Funny? Oh! Or maybe he should ditch the crown!

Danny grinned, waving his hand to dispel the crown of ice. It was nice, but he was in a dungeon critter mood today.

“Oh, this is going to be gooood.”

Danny cracked his knuckles and put on the most dead-inside-and-outside expression he could manage, modeling it off of the Nasty Burger workers during closing shift. The halfa stepped through the portal.

——

“The ritual is completed! You will all face the might of Pariah Dark, the eternal king of the dead!” The villain of the week cackled as his cult cheered. Wonder Woman, scuffed and injured from the magical bolts these magic users had shot at her earlier, grimaced and raised her sword.

“We will defeat Pariah Dark,” she proclaimed. Her allies rallied at her proclamation and readied themselves for another fight. “This world will not bow to the likes of you!”

“We are all but mere ants before the king of the dead! Pariah Dark will bring forth the reckoning this shitty world deserves!”

“Actually, Pariah Dark’s kind of busy, so you’re gonna have to leave a message.”

Green Arrow’s arrow jerked towards the new voice. Batman paused, hand holding batarangs at the ready. He, out of all of them, knew better than to underestimate a young voice.

A gloved hand shoved through the green portal, using the edges like a door frame to heave itself through. A humanoid shape, with sharp ears all but crawled out of the Lazarus green portal. Batman wondered if this was what Jason saw when he came back to life.

"Lord Pariah Dark is busy?!"

The figure- a boyish not-human- heaved a sigh. "Do you people seriously think that the High King of the Infinite Realms isn't swamped with work?"

"And who are you supposed to be? His secretary?" Hal asked, Ring glowing and at the ready. Wonder Woman tensed and mentally struck Hal away from the list of people to consider for diplomatic missions.

"Me? I'm a glorified paper pusher." The being turned back to the cultists, his cape containing the universe swished behind him. "Did you have a message for Pariah Dark?"

"He was meant to rain down death and destruction!"

"Okay, first of all, I feel like you guys are missing a really important point." The being pointed at the cult leader. “It’s not called the King of the Dead for no reason, you know. Death comes for everyone eventually. Also, I have to do a seriously giant amount of paperwork every time one of you fruitloops gets the bright idea to cause an influx of deaths.”

Danny stomped across the circle, grabbed the collar of the cultist leader’s cloak and yanked him down. He shook him. “Do you people have any idea how annoying it is?! Huh?! Do you know how long the A-354 Form is?! Stop trying to get Pariah to kill people! I’m sick of the paperwork, dammit!”

"How- how did you get out of the circle?!"

The cultists and the heroes squared up, ready to fight the possible common enemy: Danny.

Danny is having the best time of his half life. Screw kingly dignity, Danny’s gotta de-stress somehow! He had a whole bag of complaints!

"You wrote the circle wrong, idiots! Ancients, are you people even literate? What even are those scribbles?" Danny kept shaking the cultist. Wow, what an amazing stress ball!

“Uh- hey, he looks kind of sick…” The Flash said, trying to be a good hero and mediate before escalating. Danny snarled and Flash held up his hands, gulping in fear as Danny’s eyes narrowed at him. “Did I… do something?”

“You,” Danny hissed. “You mother- fruitloop! Stop screwing with the timeline, you giant red-! Do you know how annoying it is to readjust the death count every time one of you little merry red jesters takes a jaunt through time and space?! Do you even know how many complaints I had to field?! Oh, boy you’re all going to regret summoning me today, because I’ve had a long time to think about what I’d do to everyone who made me work overtime!”

Danny bared his teeth, eyes sparkling with mirth as he froze the cultists.

"We're not letting you take over the world," Hawk-Woman said, raising her mace that pulsed with electricity.

Danny snorted to hide his wince. "I'm not interested. Just let me punch him once. Just once." Danny pointed at the Flash.

"Honestly, I can't even blame you," Black Canary muttered, fists raised.

"Wha-! Canary! That's so rude! You traitor!"

"Shouldn't have put skittles in my shoes then. Those hurt, Flash."

"Enough." Everyone shut up at the sound of Batman's command. "What do you mean they wrote the circle wrong."

Danny, who was watching the byplay with interest, shrugged. "They wanted to summon the Ghost King, right? We've had a... change of leaders recently."

"Who is the leader now?"

Danny waggled a finger at Batman. "Nuh-uh. I'm gonna collect my over-time compensation, which is punching the Flash, and then we can negotiate for information."

"Flash."

"I don't want to get punched, Bats!"

"The alternative is that I let the current Ghost King have a go at you."

"Flash."

"Oh my god, just get punched, Barry!" Danny heard Green Lantern Hal Jordan whisper.

"Ugh, fine. No one video this."

Immediately, three phones go up to record the Flash getting decked by a teenage looking ghost. Danny floated closer and wound his fist back, letting loose some of the ghost strength he normally keeps restrained. "This is for my overtime and for Clockwork, you jerk."

The halfa slammed his fist straight into the Flash's face, knocking him clear into the air. Superman catches him but Danny no longer paid attention to the Flash, petty vengeance enacted.

"Honestly, I don't have a problem with you as a person. You're kind of cool. Break the timeline again in the next three months, though, and you're on my shit-list."

"What do you want in exchange for information?"

Danny hummed. "Depending on the level of information, and I reserve the right to not answer any questions. For the name of the current Ghost King..."

He did want that new gaming console. And Jazz could use some help with her rent.

"I want $5,000 and a plate of really good spaghetti."

"I have cash."

Danny nodded at the Dark Knight. "You just carry $5,000 in cash on you? Who does that?"

"I like to be prepared."

"And he's rich," Superman chimed in.

The Flash reappeared with a plate of spaghetti from an Italian place he teleported to. "Here you go. Fresh, and pleasedon'tscrewwithmyafterlife."

Danny shoveled the spaghetti into his mouth, jaw unhinging like a particularly disturbing snake right before he dumped the whole thing- plate and all- down his throat. "Thanks! The food didn't even try to kill me this time! You're good."

"Does your food try to kill you all of the time?!" The Flash- Barry, apparently- asked.

Danny nodded as he took the cash from Batman's gloved hands. "Totally. It sucks."

"Identity." Batman demanded.

"Oh, yeah. The current ghost king is me."

"...What."

"You have been swindled. Bamboozled. Outwitted and outsmarted," Danny snickered, shoving the bundle of cash in his chest. "But seriously, I'm the king. We got rid of Pariah a while ago."

The crown of ice materialized.

"You said you were a glorified paper pusher!" Hawk-Woman chortled.

"I am! I'm pushing so many papers across my desk, it's unending, I swear!"

Batman growled. "You tricked us."

Danny smirked, "You got tricked." Red Robin, in the corner, snorted quietly. "Anyways, if you've got more interesting things around here, I'll considering busying myself with that instead of sentencing you to an afterlife of paperwork."

The adults straightened, grimacing. "Beast Boy is green," Hal offered up.

"Hey!" Beast Boy shouted, offended at the easy way Hal offered him up. He turned to Danny. "But have you ever seen a green chinchilla? Super cute. Watch!"

"Woah!" Danny clapped. Yes, he'll hang out with them before dragging himself back.

[ladyshinga]

my cat gets scared of very very weird things and she's a very silly cat and I adore her

[not-another-robin]

30 years old they should be at the cluuuub

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 169

Danny is from a world where everyone has wings, even if most have long since lost the ability to fly. Something about loading and aspect ratio, wings being too small, body too heavy, now mostly used as display, whatever. 

It doesn’t matter even if he had blueprints from when he was like six of a jetpack to help fly. It won’t work anyway and hey, he has his ghost form! Which uh, might be perhaps, affecting his wings which were maybe sort of scorched black and practically down to the bone thanks to the accident. 

It doesn’t matter, he swears. Though he’s admittedly relieved to see the new feathers growing in are different from Dan’s angry sunset. Even if they’re not even supposed to be able to grow back. Alright, this is fine, no one is going to notice! It’s not like everyone knows about the poor Fenton kid whose wings were absolutely destroyed thanks to an accident! It’s fine. 

He’s not flying in a half-panic towards the Far Frozen while crying because his wings are coming back and he’s so scared. He didn’t panic and instantly fled the moment Jazz pointed them out while changing the bandages. 

He definitely didn’t trip over something while wiping away said tears and blacking out from all the stress and all of his problems that he definitely mentioned to someone and isn’t keeping a secret. Definitely. 

Hawkwoman and Hawkman would like everyone to know that neither of them were expecting a very small child to be spat out of the villain of that week’s machine that should definitely not be a portal. A very small child, maybe nine or ten, with a multitude of concerning wounds both old and fresh. Which isn’t even beginning to touch on the wings. 

Feathered, like baby down despite the gnarled scars, unlike their own metallic, with the beginning of tiny specklings like stars amidst the darker fuzz peeking from the wounded flesh. 

Who?! Who dared?! It’s (at least to the forever reincarnating duo) a literal baby! They still have down! Tiny baby fuzz! Was it the portal?! Oh this villain is going to taste their maces for causing this if that’s the case! 

The rest of the Justice League would honestly like to know what just happened and are honestly unsure on if they should stop the two…