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lunatens · 3 years

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interview tag <3

tagged by @cha-lan hehe thank u lan!! i love these games <3 and it’s so fun to get to know u more!!

rules: answer questions and tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better!

tagging: (not 20 blogs lol) @cutiejoshi @ggulovebot @allegxdly @mikwrites @icecreamscxups @noniesgirl + anyone who wants to :p

name/nickname:

luna is what i go by on here!! when i first started my blog i didn’t rlly wanna share much personal info lol, but most of my irl friends know about my blog now + i just don’t care so if you’re curious my name is erica :p you’re welcome to call me either name, i just keep going by luna bc it feels more familiar n comforting on tumblr + most people on here know my as that anyways!! anyways that was a long way of saying my name’s luna/erica (+ my dad calls me ricky as a nickname hehe)

pronouns:

she/her !

star sign:

pisces sun anD pisces moon :0

height:

5′10 or i think 178cm?

time:

it’s 2:04pm as i’m writing this altho who knows when i’ll finish this lol (edit: i am finishing this at 5:22pm a couple days later oops)

when is your birthday:

march 6

nationality:

canadian!!

favourite band/groups:

seventeen, stray kids, ateez, got7, monsta x, shinee, txt, bts, day6, lucy, itzy, loona

favourite solo artists:

taemin, woodz, park jihoon, sunmi, eric nam, jonghyun, key, jackson wang

song stuck in your head:

9 to 5 by dolly parton bc i gotta storyboard + animate to it for a school assignment :3

last movie you watched?

how to train your dragon!!

last show you binged:

i don’t really have time to binge shows these days :(( but i’d say the last one that was close enough to a binge would be the umbrella academy!

when you created your blog:

feb 6, 2019!

last thing you googled:

‘face muscles’ for an anatomy drawing assignment and i rlly hated looking at those pics

other blogs:

@ericast is where i post some of my art! mostly just my svt fanart lol but if anyone wants to see all my art it’s on my instagram @/erica.s.t :p

why i chose my url:

lol luna = my name and then ten was my ult bias at the time i made my blog! (i still love him)and then idk i just added an s on the end bc it sounded nicer that way

how many people are you following:

249

how many followers do you have:

approximately 1.2k which is always like :0 how lmao ty all so much

average hours of sleep:

either 4-5 hours or 10-12 there is no in between

lucky number:

i dont think i really have a lucky number, but the number 12 means a lot to me because it was my jersey number for most of the years i played volleyball!! so like from 2012-2018 (then in college i was #2 until covid ruined everything boo)

instruments:

i played the piano from when i was like 7 to when i was about 14 i think? and in elementary school i played the alto sax and i really really loved it, i hope i can pick it up again one day!! + i used to play the ukulele a lil bit

what i’m currently wearing:

my pj pants of alpacas with hats + an old shirt from a volleyball tournament

dream job:

honestly i would love to be a youtuber that’s like what i daydream about lmao. but my real dream job is to do concept art for animated movies!!

dream trip:

i rlly would love to go to south korea with my sisters one day...pls lol but a realistic dream trip i’ll hopefully get to do this summer is a road trip to my family cottage with my friends!!

favourite food:

skjfjfjsjwjwj sushi never disappoints

favourite song:

rocket by svt. superior song always fave song will never change my mind 10/10 so happy it’s back on spotify

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in:

ooooo ok i mean i do have to say the harry potter universe bc i do really love the world so much and would love to be a witch. also definitely she-ra and the princesses of power!! etheria is so pretty and magical :3 and finally hmmm maybe i’d love to live in the httyd world bc would i hate being a viking?? yes but pet dragons would make it so worth it

#i have so many tag games to catch up on lol !!!!#they’re so fun uugghfjjfjdjsjs i wish school wasn’t so bUSY #ty again lan!!!#tag game #interview tag #lan <3

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delilahmidnight · 7 years

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@youngbloodbuzz congrats ur Sara bareilles post inspired this:

Kara’s first loss is–hard. She was -just- a second too late. She missed the signs, misread a moment, got sidetracked by some other emergency, and the girl was just–gone. She didn’t make it in time to stop the hail of bullets, and humans are -so fragile-, but she sees only courage in the eyes of the teenager she holds in her arms, knowing, without even using her x-ray vision, that there is nothing she can do, nothing that will save her.

The blood is so much. Redder than the sun she was born under, redder than the cape she wears that protects her and reminds her of home. It coats her hands, slick and warm, as she presses them against the girl’s stomach and chest, her voice shaking as she whispers words of comfort she knows the girl won’t understand, the Kryptonese bubbling from her lips without her giving it much thought. The girl puts her hand on Kara’s, her breathing labored, waits until Kara meets her eyes, and smiles with difficulty. “Its….okay,” she manages between breaths. “Thank (gasp) you….for trying.” Kara's eyes fill with desperate, angry tears and she shakes her head, determined to try harder–but the girl lets out one last raspy breath, her eyes glaze over…and she’s gone.

“Kara!” she pleads thru the door, knocking for something like the nineteenth time. “Please open up, just tell me what happened!” Silence, deafening and complete. Alex sighs and leans her forehead against the door, defeated. She closed her eyes and thinks, pressing her fingers to her eyebrows in frustration. “Kara, I…I’m going home, okay?” she calls finally. “But I’ll leave my balcony door unlocked. Please….just come talk to me. I’m…really worried. About you.” She waits another moment, fingers flexing anxiously, just in case Kara decides to finally answer, but the door remains firmly, impenetrably shut, and no sound can be heard from inside the apartment. With another quiet sigh Alex heads down the hall, mind still racing with worry.

Six hours later, Alex is reading the same sentence about Protein AH-14c Deficiency Syndrome in Gerdian Trilosects over and over without understanding a word of it. Kara's frantic, tearful voice on her voicemail keeps running thru her brain, blocking out all other thought and causing Alex to imagine the absolute worst. The message had been mostly in Kryptonese, and altho Alex’s Kryptonese was mediocre at best, she had made out “girl”, “no time” (or possibly “little time”?), “blood”, “I cannot” (or “I could not”–Kryptonese verb tenses all sounded the same to her) and “die”/“death”. Altogether, not a very reassuring message. Coupled with the news reports she’d been unable to escape all evening describing a “disastrous” attempt by Supergirl to save a local teenager from an armed robber at her father’s corner shop, and Alex knew Kara was most likely trapped in her “Atlas” headspace–where all she could think about was how it was her duty to save the world and every lost life was a personal crime she had to atone for.

She growls in frustration and slaps the medical journal down onto the tabletop, shoves her chair away from the table roughly, and heads to her bedroom, pulling from the bottom of her closet the old gibson she had bought in her rebellious punk rock phase and never had the heart to give away, even tho she rarely played it anymore.

The evening is warm, her balcony softly lit by the streetlights below. She tunes her guitar as a light breeze carries by the dusty smell of the desert, a few hundred miles away. She speaks quietly, both because it’s two in the morning and because she knows Kara will be listening instinctively for her voice no matter where she is. “Kara, I’m…still not sure what happened today–you know my Kryptonese is not the best. But I know it was bad. I know a girl got shot, and I know you were there when it happened. If I know you at all, you’re probably blaming yourself for what happened.” She stops talking to strum a chord experimentally, then quiets the strings again with her palm.

“I want you to know it wasn’t your fault, Kara. Bad things happen. Sometimes there isn’t a reason for it. I know you know that more than anyone.” She turns her face up to the sky, thinking how in a million years, one star in the sky will actually be a planet, exploding billions of light years away, while the girl who escaped it all will look and look and gaze and gaze, and never have her fill, will reach out to catch millennia-old stardust and remember a home and a life that were never meant to be hers but that she will never be able to forget, no matter how far away she gets.

Alex speaks to the brightest star she can see. “Kara, you aren’t failing your people, your parents, because of what happened today. No one can save everyone. I know you think you have to save the world, again and again, because of krypton, or Clark, or me or Mom or Dad–but you don’t, Kara. You–what you do, is enough. Its always good enough. You have to believe that.”

She waits for a response. A car passes underneath her building, and a cricket chirps somewhere on the balcony below, but otherwise there’s silence.

Alex settles her guitar in her lap and begins strumming a slow tune, tapping her foot to keep time.

Kara is floating on her back, somewhere over the Outback, when she hears Alex singing.

If she doesn’t turn over to see the empty desert below her, the scarlet sunset combined with the redness of the land could almost pass for Krypton’s ruddy glow. She could be almost happy to lose herself in the fantasy, but the cavernous ache in her chest refuses to be ignored. The smell of smoke and eucalyptus oil, drifting up from the bush fire she'd extinguished a few hours ago, smarts in her nose and draws her back to memories of Krypton and its destruction. Despite her best efforts to clear her mind, images float to the surface of her thoughts: her father, offering his hand as she disembarks on a foreign planet, his eyes smiling. Her mother, teasing her twin sister as she burns yet another meal in their kitchen. Astra’s white streak of hair, sliding thru her fingers like silk. Kal-el, screaming in temper as his mother patiently cleans jerlon juice from his face. Her best friend, blowing hilkesh flower seeds into the wind, laughing as they stick to her dark brown skin instead. The girl who died today (-the girl I killed-, she thinks, -the girl I didn’t save-) and the gentle smile she had given her as she held Kara’s hand and died.

She closes her eyes as more tears slide backwards into her hair, and that’s when Alex’s voice comes echoing over thousands of miles, quiet and just a bit raspy on the Pacific breeze. Kara tries to block it out, but when she hears the guitar start up, she can’t help it. She could never resist Alex’s singing. She levitates upright and turns her face away from the setting sun, towards the oncoming night.

“This one’s for the lonely child,” sings Alex, thinking of Kara as she’d first seen her, a tiny thing clutching tightly to Superman’s hand. “Broken hearted, running wild,” and Alex remembers Kara, chasing seagulls on a deserted beach, running, tripping, levitating, falling back to earth, stumbling, laughing and running on, “This was written for the one to blame,” and Alex turns her face up again to the stars, “For the one who believes they are the cause of chaos in everything.”

The night wind sings to her in Alex’s gentle voice: “You may find yourself in the dead of night, Lost somewhere out there in the great big beautiful sky…” The words hit her like a kryptonite fist to the chest. Kara bites her lip and looks upwards, trying at once to stop the sudden, fresh tears from falling, and to understand how Alex knows her so perfectly well. Her vision blurs and her throat burns, but the stars and the wind are her only witnesses, so she lets the tears fall.

“This is so you know the sound Of someone who loves you from the ground Tonight you’re not alone at all This is me sending out my satellite call.” Alex lets the last chord fade before she looks skyward, willing Kara to hear her and understand, hoping against hope that her stubborn, brokenhearted sister will heed her call to come home, to share her burden with Alex…

-Please Kara-, Alex thinks silently, watching the stars and waiting for one to materialize into a caped blonde figure. -Please come home.-

The cricket chirps a few more times and then falls silent. A few moments later, the suddenly chilly wind whistles thru her guitar strings, and Alex’s gaze drops to her fingers, restless in her lap. Her mouth pulls to the side as she tries to suppress her hurt and disappointment. She get up and carefully carries the guitar back inside, her bare feet cold on the balcony tiles.

She’s just leaning the guitar carefully against the bookshelf when there’s a familiar sound and feel of rushing air behind her, and before she can turn around or even say anything, two unmistakably strong arms are holding her just slightly too tightly from behind. Kara is cold and her hair is damp and she smells like eucalyptus and ozone and ocean, but Alex tightly grips whatever part of her arms she can reach as Kara buries her face in Alex’s hair, trembling and silent. Alex moved her thumbs back and forth along Kara’s sleeves, unable to do much else from her position.

After a moment, when Kara stops trembling and instead is leaning her forehead on Alex’s shoulder, Alex says quietly, “I was really worried about you Kara. Please don’t ever fly off like that again.”

There’s a pause, and Kara whispers “I’m sorry, Alex,” into her sister’s shoulder.

Alex responds by tilting her head so that it rests against Kara’s and asks, “Do you want to sleep here tonight?”

Another pause, and Kara nods. Alex taps her fingers on Kara’s arm and Kara lets go; ten seconds later, Alex has turned down the covers and Kara has changed and brushed her teeth. They crawl into bed and Alex turns off the light as Kara curls into her side.

Kara’s head is heavy on her shoulder, and Alex kisses her forehead, whispering, “Stop thinking so much, your head weighs a ton.” Kara’s response is to reach for Alex’s free hand and tangle their fingers together on top of Alex's stomach. Alex can feel Kara’s heart slow the longer they lay together, and she feels her own eyelids grow heavy in turn. She’s almost asleep when Kara murmurs, “Alex? Thank you.”

Alex’s hand squeezes Kara’s and her lips move against her sister’s forehead: “You’re not alone, Kara. I will -always- be here. To catch you, or call you home. Whatever you need from me. I promise.”

#supergirl #alex danvers #kara danvers #kara zor-el #danvers sisters #danvers squared #kalex #my fic #fanfic #mmk but can u pls imagine chyler leigh singing that song in her slightly raspy voice i am d y i n #i love sarah b but oh my god #alex singing to her little space sister #lost up there in her own world thinking shes alone #alex is the best sister ok dont fight me on this

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