#kara’s snippets

[sugarsnappeases]

WHO UP LILYROSEKILLING THEMSELVES?!

if yes, i have (unedited, be nice to me) snippetty-snip ❤️

When she turns to look at them again, inevitable really, a sort of irresistible pull - she’s curious about them, fascinated for some reason, inexplicably drawn to them - they aren’t in the booth anymore. Instead, her eyes find them out on the dance floor, which has filled considerably in the couple of hours since she’s been here - she’s sure it must be after midnight by now, and the whole place is bustling. There’s still quite a bit of space on the dance floor though, despite all the people, and the two men aren’t using any of it; they exist entirely in each other’s personal space, hands everywhere, dancing, or grinding really, so close together that they almost look like one conjoined creature.

The blond has his hands in the jeans backpocket of the lanky one, who has his face buried in the blond’s neck, folded over him in a way that should look comical but is making Lily blush a little. It’s just - intimate, they’re entirely in their own world, clearly obsessed with each other, devoted, and Lily thinks that’s something that she would really quite like to experience for herself. Maybe James had been obsessed with her, the way he chased after her for years, but she thought that he had probably been more obsessed with the idea of her than who she actually was, not that she really allowed anyone to see who she actually was back then, but anyway these two, out on the dance floor, are obsessed with each other in a way that ran deeper than appearances and expectations. 

They’re obsessed with each other down to the very marrow, cutting each other open and revelling in, revering, every drop of blood that spills, she thinks that they would probably let each other be messy and selfish and angry and cruel and awful and that they would look at the rot that lived inside the other, the knives, the imperfection, and still never let them go, still worship the ground they walked on. Lily didn’t actually know them, but looking at them - the blond one’s hands moving out of the jeans’ pockets and moving to slide under their waistband instead, the lanky one bringing a hand up and running it through the blond one’s hair, pulling his head back to lock their lips together - she’s sure that she’s right.

She’s also probably jealous, and projecting, and delusional. 

And drunk. 

It’s the last of these factors that makes her think fuck it, maybe she doesn’t need to try and forget about them, maybe she can down her drink, leave the guy who’s name she still can’t remember at the bar, and head out onto the dancefloor. 

More than the alcohol, she’s also promised herself that she’s going to try new things and do what she wants without waiting for permission from some impossible higher power, and what she wants right now is to slide herself in between these two men and hope that they’ll decide to worship the ground that she walks on too. 

It’s something visceral, the way she wants them, something she doesn’t think she’s ever fully felt about a person, or people, before, that kind of instinctive hungering that makes her want to dig her fingernails into their skin and never let go, makes her want to become a part of their conjoined creature, to make a monstrosity - a freak, Petunia would say, but Lily likes the sound of it this time, because she is feeling a little freaky, and maybe there’s nothing wrong with that. 

She isn’t entirely sure how she manages it, what with the way they’re plastered against each other, with the way they’re dancing and kissing and clinging to each other, there shouldn’t be room for anything between the two of them. Maybe they see her coming and separate slightly, or maybe she forces them apart and works her way in herself, but either way she ends up standing between the two of them, the lanky one behind her and the blond in front of her. The top two buttons of the blond’s shirt are now undone and it’s making her feel a little weak in the knees as one set of hands settles on her hips and another wraps around her waist. He smiles at her, bright, white teeth, and his eyes, level with hers as she stands in her heels, are a piercing blue, that same curiosity mixed with something a little more feral. 

“We were hoping you’d come over,” he says, and if the three of them weren’t pressed together so tightly she thinks she might have fallen over then, because that’s an entirely unfair thing to say to her. As it is, the lanky one is draping himself over her in the same way that he had been draping himself over the blond earlier and really, if they felt her sway a little in their arms she was sure she could just pretend she was dancing.

It’s a little overwhelming, how immediately connected she feels to them, in the way those blue eyes are staring into hers, and in the way there are hands holding her like she’s something precious, a treasure, and in the way there’s a chin resting on her shoulder now; the two men welcoming her into their dynamic like she was made to fit there, in between them. She thinks she could get addicted to it, obsessed with it, very easily - it might even have happened already.

She leans back against the chest of the lanky one, turning her head to try and get his face in her line of vision. His eyes are a greenish sort of hazel, glinting with that same intensity that seems to exist in everything these two do, and she smiles at him as he moves his head to look at her better. 

“I kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend, if you don’t mind,” she says, smile turning into a grin, once again thinking fuck it and turning back to face the blond one before the lanky one can reply, lifting her hands to tangle them in his hair, mussing it up more, pulling his face to hers and pressing their lips together.

#ah yes. my favourite ship *checks notes* the blond one and the lanky one #this is after midnight lilyrosekiller if you couldn't tell so LOOK SUDE LOOK #literally look at me go i was starting to think they would never actually get to interact w the way lily kept making me dive into her mind #anyway this is for my lilyrosekillers out there hope you're feeling as sexy as ik that you are xoxoxo #lilyrosekiller #kara’s snippets

[loveandleases]

(Happy Valentine's Day~ I hope everyone has a good day be that alone or with someone. Thought I would do a nice little snippet of one of the Valentine's Day of MC's past. It's a bit long but either way hope you enjoy.) Shifting around in your desk chair, you reach a hand out to graze along the soft petals of roses sitting on your desk. It had been the third set of flowers that came for you today. The first were in your chair when you arrived this morning, the second set waiting for you in your locker in the break room. The third set, the ones you’re currently admiring, were waiting for you when you got out of your meeting.

You had to admit, they were quite beautiful. Each dozen a different color than the one prior. The first a soft yellow, with a card wishing you a good morning. The second a nice orange, another card with well wishes for the day. This set, a nice lavender shade, though the card had yet to arrive.

A soft smile on your face, that is until you feel hands cover your eyes. Your body stiffens, wondering if it’s the sender of what is getting to be your little flower garden. Then slowly your senses begin to adjust allowing you to pick up a familiar scent. A scent you’ve grown familiar with. Warm vanilla. Making it easy for you to put a face to the voice that then whispers into your ear.

 “If it isn’t the second most popular person in the office.”

 Reaching up you grab her soft delicate hands and move them down, finally opening your eyes. “Were you that bored without me here, Kara?” 

 She scoffs, before looking down into your eyes. Furrowing her brows, an expression that doesn’t suit her delicate features at all. You watch as her gaze drifts , realizing then that you’re still holding her hands.

Pursing her lips Kara yanks them away, almost as if the simple contact burnt her. Her cheeks slightly redder than they were before. Must be the heat, at least that’s what you thought.

“I was getting tired of picking up all the slack. Do you know how many nights I had to stay late? I thought you were supposed to be back last Friday?” 

 It’s hard not to grin at her, as she folds her arm and gives you a very forced pout. Kara was never one to stay late at the office, unless you were involved.

“Sorry, flight got delayed. By that point Keegan just gave me the rest of the weekend off. Has it been busy?”

 “No more than usual, that’s not the point. I’m going to visit my parents this week. I was hoping I would see your before I leave. I can’t leave in good conscience without knowing the second best office worker is here.” 

 She starts to fiddle with her bracelet, her fingers grazing along the little rose charm. 

 “Those are some really big words Ms. Clarke. Some would say you’re vying for my spot.”

She shakes her head, looking around the office with its fluorescent lighting and stark white walls. Then to the flowers that adorn your desk. The most colorful thing in such a dull space, well aside from you. “I hope you like them.”

 Your gaze follows hers, and nod without a second thought. “How could I not? Beautiful aren’t they?” 

 You don’t hear the sigh she lets out, or see the smile she sends your way, as you grab a stack of papers to take into the copying room. Kara follows suit, mentioning the recent visitors to the office, the amount of filing she had to do all by her lonesome. Some would say Kara could be dramatic, especially in her retelling of stories. Though you had to admit that was something you always enjoyed about her.

 “So, did anything happen?”

 “When?” You begin pressing along the screen of the copying machine, content when it actually works. Whirring as it begins to cycle through the papers, and print them out.

“On your vacation.” Kara flips through the extra sheets of paper on the counter top. Little did you know, the only thing she was paying attention to was you. Not the corrections on the files, the whirring of the machine or the warmth of the room.

The only thing she was focused on was the way your eyes crinkle as you smile at her. The way your fingers tap along the screen of the machine, ensuring it prints just enough. The levels of the ink to your liking. The way you rubbed the side of your neck, still trying to fight the stiffness from sitting at your desk for so long.

Shaking your head, leaning a hip against the counter as the papers continue to print, you look at her. Unsure of what shes thinking when she looks at you.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, why?”

She swallows, licking her full lips before grinning at you. “I thought Chris would have asked…”

 Her voice cracks, she then begins to cough. To cover what she almost let slip.

“Ask wha-”

 “If you wanted to have lunch before I go back home over the weekend. It’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. I guess you two were just too busy.” She winks at you grabbing the copies before you could manage. Nice save Kara. 

“Come on, if we were busy doing...that, why would I tell you?”

 Kara rolls her eyes, walking backwards out of the office.

 “Kara wai-”

 “Ouch!”

 You can’t help but stifle a laugh, as Kara turns to see who she ran into. Ignoring the papers that had fallen out of her hands and now litter the floor. “Chris?” 

 “Hey sis. Really need to watch where you’re going. What if I got hurt? What would you do without me around to save you?” 

 Kara was about to retort, when she noticed a bouquet of white roses in Chris’s hands. “Where did you-”

 “Wait, more flowers? Chris you shouldn’t have. I told you I wasn’t mad about you not coming on the vacation with me.”

Chris side steps Kara and leans in to kiss your cheek.

Kara glances to Chris, then to you holding the flowers so dearly, admiring the beauty of the soft white petals. She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the door frame. “Mom would be proud.” Kara simply says, though part of her realizes it’s said with some contempt. The reason behind that can be thought of on another day.

 “Let me go put these in water and we can go for lunch.”

 Chris walks towards Kara, leaning against the wall watching MC as they walk happily to place the flowers with the other three bouquets.

“Really beautiful flowers. I honestly had no idea it was even Valentines Day I was just coming to ask them for lunch.” They smile to themselves, pleased with their good luck. Not only did they forget it was Valentine’s Day but in MC’s eyes Chris was more thoughtful than ever. The bouquets were not only a sign of a happy day, but also of an apology for not going on the vacation for the weekend. Yeah no dog house for them. 

 “How did you get them?” Kara asks, her eyes scanning Chris.

“Ran into Isaac outside. Said they had a delivery, I asked who for. Imagine my surprise when they said MC. Bet I can guess who they’re from.” Chris turns to Kara, a smug expression on their face. They don’t bother to hide their disgust when the name falls from their lips. Cam. “Cameron.” Chris clicked their tongue.

She doesn’t bother to correct Chris. Even if she did try Chris wouldn’t believe her. They always seem to think the worst of Cam. Regardless of what anyone else says. Chris had always been jealous of their relationship. So much so that it seemed they never considered that someone else may feel something for MC.

She doesn't bother to hide the look on her face when she sees Chris lead MC out of the office, or the feeling inside her gut. One she isn’t quite familiar with, one she isn’t willing to admit.

 Kara takes the card out of her pocket and throws it into the bin. The handwritten words to be forgotten, not to see the light of day. Not to sit along the other handwritten cards she so painstakingly filled out earlier in the day. Along with the flowers she had chosen. 

A card that simply reads, Happy Valentines Day. With Love, Kara.

#loveandleases #love and leases #kara #valentine's day #snippet #mc isn't the only one to spend it with a lovely woman! #divider by cafekitsune #uh oh chris makes an appearance

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Kara Prince AU Pt 9

Guilt washes over Kara. All it had taken was a few careless words at a party to bring Lena's greatest enemy to her door. Nevermind that this Lex was different from the one who had haunted Lena in those other realities-- he had found her, because of Kara.

When they return to the cottage that night, Kara explains who Lex is, who he might become, and why he had set his sights on Lena. She tells Lena about the other reality in which she had seen a version of their lives, one that had prompted Kara to seek Lena out in Metropolis, thereby opening the door to let Lex into Lena's life.

Lena listens, and takes it all in stride. Where Kara expects blame, she receives only quiet acceptance. Instead of outrage, Lena takes her hand in gratitude.

"Thank you for telling me," she says softly. "But I have a feeling he would have found me eventually, whether you had spoken to him or not."

"Come back with me to Paris," Kara urges, gripping Lena's hand tightly. "He knows where you are, he might--"

"He will not chase me from my home."

There's steel in Lena's voice, brooking no argument. Kara bows her head, only to lift it again when Lena's hand cups her cheek.

"With you here, I have nothing to fear."

But before long, Diana sends word from Clark that trouble is brewing in America, and a warning that their help may be needed in due time. Barely a week later, a string of attacks in Metropolis has Kara's cousin calling for aid.

Despite her misgivings towards her cousin, Kara can't bring herself to refuse the call. Diana raised her too well to ignore the peril of so many.

Before Kara leaves, however, Lena presses a small crystal into her palm. It's tethered to a narrow leather lanyard-- simple and rudimentary, but precious in that it was given by Lena.

"Wear this," Lena urges. "For protection."

Kara loops it around her neck right then and there. With one last kiss, Kara lifts into the air and soars away, feeling as though she's left her heart behind.

Once in Metropolis, it doesn't take long for them to discover that the perpetrator of the attacks is none other than Lex Luthor himself. At first, they believe it will be a simple thing to take down a single human, but Lex proves resourceful. His allies spread all three of them across the city, and when it comes time for Clark and Kara to choose whether to stay on Lex's tail, or dismantle the bombs he'd placed throughout the city, Kara insists on being the one to track him down.

With the Lexosuit, Lex is a match for Clark-- but he is not a match for Kara. She is stronger, faster than her cousin, with an edge he could never hone himself into.

She is going to stop Lex, and protect Lena in the process.

The task is easier said than done, however. Lex's suit is stronger than she remembers from the other reality, more agile in the air. His lasers too pack more of a punch, and send her tumbling through the air until she's left breathless and acheing.

She takes a moment to gather herself on the roof of LexCorp, propping herself on one knee as Lex hovers in front of her. Gloating, as is his wont.

"Does my bastard sister know what you are?" he asks. "I wonder what she'll say, when she realizes she's been loving a monster--"

All of a sudden, the crystal flashes white hot around Kara's neck. In the next moment, an explosion collides with Lex's chest, sending him tumbling backwards in the air. He lands heavily on the roof, giving Kara the opportunity to look to where Lena stands beside her, another fireball already charging between her hands.

"Lena! How did you--?"

"The charm. Point to point teleportation spell." Lena shoots her a wry smile. "Looked like you could use some help on the news."

Kara grins back. "I love you."

Lex laboriously clambers to his feet, the movement made cumbersome by his smoking exosuit. He glares at them.

"Lena-- sister. Fancy seeing you here."

"Likewise," Lena retorts.

Lex's eyes lock on the magical fire between Lena's palms, and glint with interest.

"It seems you might have something special after all," he delivers. He stands, booted feet clanking against the roof. "Join me, Lena. We are blood, after all. Together we can--"

A second fireball collides with his chest, and the suit's faceplate clangs shut just in time to avoid a faceful of fire.

"Your blood means nothing to me," Lena declares, her voice strong and sure.

Lex scowls menacingly. "Then you'll die with the rest."

With that, his faceplate snaps shut and he shoots off into the air. Before Kara takes off after him, she looks at Lena to check in. Lena nods.

"Keep him busy."

Kara obeys, chasing Lex around the city, landing whatever blows she can. As she does, the wind picks up around her, quickly gathering into a fury. She struggles to stay on course, and sees Lex do the same as Lena builds up a veritable hurricane. Soon a driving rain pelts Kara's skin, stinging her as she flies across the city.

Clouds gather overhead, dark and menacing. As thunder begins roll, Kara understands what Lena is about to do. In an instant she changes tack-- instead of chasing Lex, she begins to herd him back towards Lena as the pressure around them builds.

When LexCorp comes back into view, Kara delivers a mighty kick that sends Lex careening towards his own building. Just as he rights himself before impact, Kara sees Lena lift her hand and bring it down in a fist. As she does, an arc of lightning flashes down with a deafening crack as it connects with the helm of the Lexosuit.

Almost as soon as the first bolt dissipates, another strikes Lex again, and again and again. The blinding light sears across Kara's retinas, forcing her to close her eyes until the brilliance fades and she hears the Lexosuits thrusters sputter and fail.

She opens her eyes to see Lex drop like so much stone. She catches him suit and all, the still smoking hull hot in her hands. When she deposits him on the roof, Kara reaches down to wrench the faceplate off.

One look at Lex's features confirms what Kara already suspects: dead.

She looks up at Lena, who comes to stare down of the corpse who was briefly her unwanted brother. Features solemn, Lena swallows thickly, but remorse is absent from her eyes.

"He can't hurt anyone else."

It's all Lena says.

When Clark learns of Lex's death, he looks at Lena with suspicion and trepidation. Lena remains indifferent to it, but Kara stays close, a buffer against her cousin's heavy judgement. He may not kill, but Kara knows that Lena has done what was necessary to ensure no one else would fall victim to Lex's schemes. Diana, too, understands, and does nothing more than place a hand on Lena's shoulder.

"You should not be here when the authorities arrive," Diana warns gently.

Lena nods, turning to Kara. "Take me home?"

Only then does Clark speak. "I'm afraid we have some questions for you, Miss....."

"None of your business," Lena returns smoothly.

Clark bristles. "But--"

"I am not beholden to you or whatever organizations you work with, Superman," Lena continues. "I prefer to keep it that way."

"You can't just--"

"Leave it, Kal," Kara bites out.

Shocked by her growl, Clark takes a step back, visiblt deflating. The tension in Kara's shoulders only ease when Lena takes her hand. Kara gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Let's go."

#supercorp #kara prince au #the climax #a bit of a longer snippet #but still good #hope you like it #lemme know!

[natalievoncatte]

Lena stepped drown gracefully from Kara’s arms just as they landed, smooth and practiced from many such dismounts. Almost by reflex, Kara lifted her glasses towards her eyes, but Lena took hold of her wrist in a touch so feather light that Kara nearly didn’t feel it, and yet she stopped as if she’d hit a wall. Lena’s other hand played along the collar, fingers dancing along Kara’s collarbone before giving her a little tug.

Lena looked at her, pupils blown, pale skin aglow in the neon lights of the city, wreathed in inky dark curls as if she’d melted out of the night itself, a ghostly siren with a honey tongue.

“Why don’t we let this stay on for a little while?”

#snippet #ficlet #supercorp #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #supergirl fanfiction #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #👀

[glass-noodle]

Connor tries to make it up to Kara and Alice.

They eye him warily whenever he approaches. It makes something in the pit of his chassis feel heavy, like a wire’s caught in his internals; all of his diagnostics come up clean, though, so he pushes through the sensation and focuses on the motions — soften his gaze, shift his posture into something vaguely non-threatening, inquire about their well-being with a genuineness that puts them on edge.

(He deserves it.)

He’s seen them mingle with the other deviants at Jericho. Alice is shy, but she’s managed to come out of her shell somewhat with gentle coaxing and the promise of play. Connor’s flipped his coin for her once, when he noticed her watching; she’d stared back at him silently, half-hidden behind her mother. But her eyes followed his movements closely as he rolled the coin across his knuckles and tossed it in the air in a shining arc, a touch more theatrical than his normal calibration routine. He catches the coin between two fingers and offers it to her with what he hopes is a gentle expression (he’s never had to be gentle in his life) — she shakes her head and tucks herself bashfully against Kara’s side, but something in Connor still feels lighter in spite of it.

Kara is tougher to crack. (Connor frowns, rewinds. No, that’s not right — she’s not a suspect, and he’s not interrogating her. The syntax is ingrained in his code like cobwebs.)

She’s smiled before. He’s seen it — hesitant, as though she’s unsure if the positive stimulus causing it will last, but genuine. It’s not the typical wide, nurturing smile programmed into the AX400 series for everyday use, but Connor thinks it all the more significant for its rarity.

Kara’s smile disappears when she sees him. Her expression shutters into guarded neutrality, and her posture stiffens as though she’s gearing herself to run, though she always remains polite on the rare occasion where they converse around the massive elephant in the room.

Connor doesn’t understand why it matters. He tells himself he’s trying to make it up to her, to atone for almost killing her and Alice on that highway, and he is. That heavy sensation — guilt, he now realizes — washes over him in full force whenever she’s present, and he recognizes with some shame that there’s a selfish component in trying to earn her trust. The all-consuming urge to accomplish his mission has never quite faded, it seems.

But —

He doesn’t think that’s the only thing that’s driving him to seek her out. He’s earned the trust of the heads of Jericho, and most of the deviants in it. He’s smoothed things out with Hank and become a mildly annoying but staple presence in his house. He’s made a niche for himself at the DPD and ingratiated himself to his coworkers. Even Alice warms up to him, shyly requesting a repeat performance of his coin tricks with a matching quarter stuffed into one small palm. Logically, one deviant’s opinion shouldn’t matter amidst a sea of thousands.

All he knows is that one day, months after the birth of a new people, months after his entire life was flipped on its head and he started caring about atonement and smiles and absolution — Kara looks at him and her expression lifts.

Connor doesn’t need to breathe, but he feels breathless.

#connara #Kara #Connor #glass snippets #Connor x Kara #a guilty pleasure ship for me sorry *scuttles away* #edit: spelling error DAMN it

[inkedroplets]

❄️Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing. (I've been soaking up these rich girl snippets like a sponge but take as much time as you need! I'm sure it'll be worth the wait ❤)

So this really small snippet is from my Lena erases her memory fic. Kara ends up rescuing the woman that Lena's just started seeing from a bit of trouble.

“You’re a long way from National City,” the woman said, looking as if she still wasn’t sure that it was really Supergirl that had been the one to pull her to safety. “I happened to be in the neighborhood,” Kara said, wondering if the woman would chalk it up to a bit of good fortune on her part. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth.Kara had already long run through her flimsy list of excuses as to why she made so many trips to Metropolis. Especially when she knew what a risk it was to do so but this time at least, something good had come of it. “I can handle myself,” the woman said, sounding the teensiest bit annoyed. “Not that I don’t appreciate the rescue,” she added quickly. “Thank you.” Kara shook her head. “Sounds like you could have handled them on your own,” she said. That got a laugh out of the woman who looked as if she couldn’t decide Kara was being genuine or simply humoring her. “Don’t let my ego get in the way of rescuing me again if the occasion ever calls for it.” The woman grinned but the smile fell away when she realized that the bouquet she had clutched securely in her right hand was completely destroyed. All that remained were a few bent stems and one mangled bit of Queen’s Anne’s Lace that looked like it had been through the ringer. "You don't mind me pinning the blame on you for the flower situation, do you?" the woman joked. She smiled effortlessly and Kara felt a small pang of jealousy, refusing to dwell on it. "My date," she began to say before Kara floated up off the ground. "Back in a minute," Kara said, knowing it would take her even less time than that if she was quick. "Here," Kara said. She presented a fresh bouquet of flowers to the woman who took them from her after a brief moment of hesitation. "Wouldn't want to ruin your evening," Kara said and found that she couldn't say the word 'date'. "What, are you crazy?" The woman smiled again. "I have a much more interesting answer for when my girlfriend asks me how my day was," she joked. "And you even replaced my bouquet. You really are Super." "It was nothing," Kara said. Girlfriend, she thought and felt a strange sinking in the pit of her stomach, blaming it on the fact that she had gotten far too close to Lena, once more, knowing that if Alex knew she would never let her hear the end of it. "I have to go," Kara said and rose into the air, ready to put Metropolis behind her, reminding herself that she shouldn't make a return visit. "These flowers," the woman said and held out the bouquet, almost looking as if she were trying to present it to Kara in a strange of proposal. "I've never seen them before. Was the shop all out of roses? Are roses cliche?" "I wouldn't know," Kara said, rising ever higher. "They're plumerias," she said, not glancing back as she took to the sky.

#asks #poor poor kara #snippet

[justonemorewallflower]

hehehe sending you moreeeee: lost and found :)

Yayy thank you for more! I’m doing lost and found individually as I know I don’t have any wips that have the entire phrase.

Lost: She lost it, hating how seriously he had taken the poem, “it was just a poem, Lee! Doesn’t mean it’s true!”

From a wip that’s just titled Poem right now (around 4.2k words).

Found: Once she found one she deemed presentable she handed it to him, moving close to him as she watched him look over it, ready to snatch it away if he tried to flip the page.

From a wip titled All On Paper (around 4.1k words).

Ironically both of these wips have very similar themes of Kara reluctantly (or having been forced) to share either some of her art or a poem to Lee.

#writing #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic asks #fanfic ask game #writings #my writing #my wips #wips #wip stuff #wip game #wip #bsg 2003 #bsg #battlestar galactica #kara x lee #starpollo #kara thrace #lee adama #work in progress #ask game #wip ask game #answered #wip snippet #snippet #asks

[swaps55]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you to @favoriteblogonthecitadel and @katerinaalianovamindin for your kind words. <3

From Mezzo.

~

The Blood Pack have brute-forced the shutters blocking an underground tunnel right into the base, and the only way to close it is to walk right through the line of fire. It had worked on the bridge with one turian firing a sniper rifle.

It won’t work with charging krogan and a pack of varren out for blood.

Miranda takes cover beside Shepard behind a wall of shipping containers while Massani lays down cover fire.

“If I can create a dense enough field in front of that shutter, I can buy you enough time to seal it,” Shepard tells her. “Massani, cover me.”

“Shepard—”

He doesn’t wait for her protest before rising to his feet, fist deep in the gravity well. He spreads his palms and swings his arms up. The faint glow of his corona flickers like a candle.

But it doesn’t catch.

Massani’s attention gets caught on a varren that snuck through the maze of shipping containers to tear at his ankles, giving the vorcha leading the pack free and clear to take aim with his flamethrower.

A blast of heat hits Shepard square in the chest. He throws an arm up in front of his faceplate and stumbles backwards. Heart in her throat, Miranda leans out of cover, pistol gripped tight in both hands. A flamethrower doesn’t have a heat sink she can sabotage, but it has a fuel canister.

And she has excellent aim.

The vorcha screams as the fuel strapped to his back ignites in a fireball, but the smell of burning flesh is worse than the sound. There is no opportunity to celebrate her victory when a krogan comes charging through the wreck.

Shepard, driven to one knee, rises again, chest plate smoking.

That’s when Miranda witnesses what a krogan-trained human is capable of.

Where the krogan uses his body as a hammer, Shepard uses his smaller, quicker frame as a knife.

And cuts deep.

The assault is swift and brutal. Shepard takes a blow to the shoulder that flags a mexo alert on his transponder, but when he hits the ground he rolls, omni-tool glimmering, accompanied by the whine of a flash-fabricator. Miranda stares in horror and awe as Shepard swings his fist up at the krogan’s knee, knuckles wreathed in a haptic glow. The air shudders with a boom, like Shepard had just used his fist as a grenade. The krogan screams in pain, leg bucking.

No. His leg is in pieces.

He hits the ground as Shepard raises his shotgun and dumps a round into the krogan’s crest.

What did he just do?

Shepard gets back to his feet, shaking his hand with a wince, and steps over the body, jaw set, eyes on the shutter. The gravity well keens desperately as he flexes his wrists. Ahead of them, the next wave closes in.

#snippet #me to rlro: i need a badass way for sam to take out a krogan #rlro: i gotchu fam #i have now learned about shaped charges #kara will be proud of me

[jon-withnoh]

Btw, if any of you lovely people who have seen London Rebecca and are dying to describe some of the pivotal scenes (read: scenes involving Mrs Danvers) to someone, my dms are open…

#rebecca das musical #lonbecca #rebecca london #how I WISH I could fly out for a weekend #but I can’t because I’m no longer near an airport #and also I’m working half the weekends until the charing cross run is over #Kara posted a snippet of how they staged „Ich hab geträumt von Manderley #and ughhhh I wanna see what it looks like from the audience

[bioware-bard]

I’m slowly but surely working on my Mass Effect longfic, but it’s all a bit jumbled. My depression and other mental health issues keep me from focusing on one thing for a while, so I keep jumping between writing the main fic, random scene ideas that may or may not get inserted into the story and completely different story ideas.

I’d never written any kind of action scenes before, at least not with gunfire like in Mass Effect, but I did manage to write something last night that I kinda like so far. Any of my writer mutuals - if you have tips, I’d love to hear them!

• • • •

As Kara ducked behind a wall, Shepard vaulted over the railing and dashed forward before crouching down behind a more solid piece of cover next to the bomb. “Kaidan,” he called over the comms, “You know how to disarm this?”

“Yes, sir,” Alenko replied and without waiting for an order moved over, dropping to his knees and holstering his pistol when he reached the bomb.

Shepard and Williams took up flanking positions, covering Alenko as he started the process. “How long do you need, Alenko? The geth are coming back around.”

There were a few seconds of silence before he replied, “Not long, sir. Just need to make sure I don’t get interrupted during the -”

As if listening in, the geth suddenly returned, firing rapidly as they started moving closer. Kara sank down to her knees, mere feet away from Alenko. If she moved just a bit closer she could shield them both with a biotic barrier while he disarmed the bomb. Before the thought had even finished forming in her mind, her body was dashing across the open space between them, starting her barrier on the way over so that all she had to do was throw it over them when she ground to a stop.

Alenko looked up in surprise from where he’d thrown himself down on the ground. He adjusted quickly, giving her a small nod as he moved back to the display and linked up his omni-tool. She kept her focus on what he was doing, not because she thought it might come in handy, but because if she didn’t the sounds of war around her would drive her to her knees. Her body was ready to run, hide and keep itself safe, but her mind knew that nowhere was safe right now - not if these bombs went off. So she told herself that she would be brave

#mass effect #fanfiction #mass effect fanfiction #my writing #commander shepard #kaidan alenko #ashley williams #oc: kara favreau #writing snippet #fic writing

[sugarsnappeases]

snippet!!

thank you to my dearest most precious beloved angels @sixlane @themuseoftheviolets @quillkiller @effiepotterisamilf @orbitfalls for the tags <33 sorry about how late this is but i come bearing a long-ish bartylily snippet to maybe make up for that... everyone say hiiiii library fic!! it is sooo happening baby

There’s someone in the back room, a man lounging in one of the chairs around the little circular table. Specifically in the chair which she normally sits in when she eats her breaktime yoghurts, but she supposes she doesn’t really have a claim to it, being as she’s been gone for two months, and it’s not actually her chair. She doesn’t recognise this man though, and he doesn’t look at all like the kind of person you might expect or want to find in a library, let alone in the back room as if he were an employee.  He doesn’t look over as she comes in, just keeps flipping a stack of coasters up off the edge of the table and catching them mid-air, as if he were at a pub instead of in the back room of Lily’s library, flipping beer-mats instead of Ms. Pince’s nice ceramic coasters.  She takes her coat off and hangs it on the same hook as always, the second one from the left, wondering if she should do something about this stranger who she thinks might be trespassing, in a library of all places. He’s wearing a kind of grotty, oversized hoodie that’s definitely seen better days, judging from it’s off-grey colour and how mangled the cuffs are, and what might be the tightest pair of black jeans she’s ever seen, replete with rips and a chain, clinging to what might be the longest pair of legs she’s ever seen. He’s like if one of those ‘unconventional’ editorial models had been living in a skip for a few years, like if the guy that you saw out with a different girl every single time you went to the club had done a truly heinous home dye job and turned emo.  He is not the sort of man that Lily would ever want to have in her immediate vicinity. And he’s sitting in Lily’s chair, in Lily’s library, encroaching on the sanctity of it. Not to mention messing with Ms. Pince’s fancy coasters. “Excuse me,” she says, because, really, he had nearly dropped the stack with that last flip and she can’t just let some random man hang around in the employee-only area.  He glances over at her, still flipping the fucking coasters, looks her up and down, and then grins. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at her, grinning widely, teeth on display, eyes lit up like she’s just told him that he’s won the lottery. He has annoyingly perfect teeth.  Lily frowns, “What are you doing?”

no pressure tags for some more of my dearest most precious beloved angels @inevitablestars @static-radio-ao3 @fernhelm @itsjaywalkers @carniferous

#does the coaster-stack-flipping thing make sense?? not sure if that's a thing that actually happens outside of the people i know..... #it's really hard tho you guys should try it i can never stack more than like two... i imagine barty would be very good at it #anyway #LIBRARY FIC!!!!! VERY EXCITED AND PASSIONATE ABOUT HER!!! SHE HAS BEEN A PART OF ME FOR SO VERY LONG #and it's gonna be so very long until she actually sees the light of ao3 but still!! proceedings have begun!!! #bartylily #tag games #kara’s snippets #library fic

[loveofshows]

part 1 of my "Kara and Brainy in the Phantom Zone" AU

All Querl hears is Lex’s laughter.

His taunting- so, Coluan, you were only mostly dead? No matter. You can die with her- as he rushes forward, making it to Supergirl’s side simultaneously in time and too late.

All he sees is the Fortress of Solitude, ice surrounding him, the rest of the people he tried to save- fading from sight, pulled away from him, as though he’s the one who’s been put in a bottle this time.

All he feels is Kara’s hand in his, as they land in a place they both know well.

“We’re in the Phantom Zone.”

~

Their hands haven’t left one another since they got there.

“Your ancestral memories.” Kara says suddenly, if only to hear something at all. “Do they have anything that could help us? I mean, Indigo was sent to Fort Rozz with my aunt and uncle, but…”

“I should ask you for any information.” Querl answers. “You were the one who had to stay here for over twenty years.”

“In my spaceship.” Kara tells him, shivering. “Not out here. And besides, it’s… different now.”

“Indeed.” Querl says as he squeezes her hand. “And as for your question, yes. Besides Indigo herself, I actually have several ancestors who’ve found their way here.”

He lets himself laugh, a little bit.

“You would think they’d expect after a while that any kind of criminal act would get one sent to such a place as this. Especially when dealing with those who discovered it in the first place.”

“The Kryptonians.” Kara says. “Yeah.”

“And, surprisingly, one of my doppelgangers that we met after the Crisis briefly suffered the same fate, while he and the Legion were fighting a child of General Zod.”

“How did that one get out?”

“He had the help of his friends.”

“…Oh.”

~

“I remember it.” Kara says. “Being here. Or, somewhere like here, anyway. My mother- Alura- well… she certainly didn’t expect my pod to be knocked off-course, when I was sent from Krypton. But she said I would sleep most of the way. And I tried, some of the time.”

“But not for decades.”

“No.” Kara agrees, sighing. “Even when I got to Earth, I was afraid to fall asleep- because I didn’t think it was real. Like I would wake up in my pod again, and every hope of escape would be taken away from me. I’d just be stuck there, for years, and nobody would know.”

“And now you have returned.” Querl answers. “Is this how it looked before? You said it was different.”

“It is different.” Kara emphasizes, looking around her. “It seems… fragmented.”

“Like the universes collided with one another.” He observes. “Of course.”

“Which will make it more difficult for them to find us.” Kara says, shoulders slumping. “I can’t imagine where they’d even start looking.”

And without a twelfth-level intellect, the process will be much slower, she thinks.

She imagines it for a moment- Alex or someone else finally forcing an opening, pulling her into the light. Kara asking how long it’s been, and her sister hesitating, before telling her how many years. Or worse, it’s not Alex at all- maybe this time it will have been hundreds of years, or thousands. She pictures the Legion rescuing her and Brainy, his friends happy to see him but saddened when they also glimpse her.

“But they will be looking.” He says. “As for our situation… if you had not been in your pod, is there anywhere here that you would have gone, to keep yourself safe?”

“Yes.” Kara says, a little more confident. “There’s one place.”

~

“I… I hate him.”

“Who?” Kara wonders, but remembering all they’ve recently been through, she knows the answer right after she asks.

“Lex.” She corrects herself. “Yeah. I feel the same way.”

Brainy squeezes her hand again, this time tighter, stepping closer beside her as they continue walking.

“Everything I did was to keep you safe.” He says. “I was sworn to secrecy by one of the other versions of myself- the woman, who called herself the director of the DEO.”

“The one who looked like she could’ve been your sister.” Kara says. “I remember.”

“She told me this was the only way to make things right, that her universe was the closest to ours, and if I did not work with Lex, disaster would occur. Leviathan would win. I could not let that happen.”

“Of course.” Kara answers.

“I knew how much you would lose trust in me.” Brainy says. “But that was necessary. I only hoped that you would forgive me, once it was all over.”

Kara nods.

“I do.” She says. “If that counts for anything.”

“Certainly, in this situation.” He answers. “Thank you.”

Kara smiles at him, and he tentatively smiles back, before going on.

“Every step of the way, I hated working with him.” He says. “Every time he would threaten you, or make some derisive comment about us or any of our friends, I was only more determined to defeat Leviathan with him so that he could be stopped as well. But it had to be in that order. Until then…”

“You were inhibited.”

“Yes.” He agrees. “You see the cruel irony in this situation. But now, I have stopped Leviathan, nearly at the cost of my own life were it not for all of you, and Lex is…”

Kara squeezes his hand.

“Our friends can handle him.” She says. “I hope. But… how did you stop Leviathan? I wasn’t sure, J’onn and Alex said that they were fighting them, but they just vanished.”

“I bottled them, if you can believe it.” Brainy answers. “I uploaded the mortality code that Lex tasked me to get, and used a bottle I found in the DEO vault.”

“You say that as if we didn’t find you almost dead of radiation poisoning.” Kara tells him. “But, if there was any doubt you were good to your core, I think it’s gone now.”

“Yes.” Brainy says. “It is.”

#submission #supergirl #kara danvers #querl dox #kara zor el #karadox #brainiac 5 #cyclone rachel #oh nooooo #I know I’ve read snippets of this #but it still made my heart hurt for these two #can’t wait for part two #thank you friend #my friend wrote this

[dooomninja]

Cassie feels a little laugh rise up -feeling Kara's gaze- she explains, "you know that you are a... rather attractive individual by most standards."

"thank you for saying..."

"well the Amazons have their own beauty standards."

"oh... and Steph fits if perfectly. though I can't imagine anywhere she wouldn't."

Cassie isn't sure what the tone in Kara's voice is -it doesn't sound bitter or at all negative- so she slips her hand into Kara's, lacing their fingers together. a moment later she feels Kara's fingers return the pressure.

#cassie sandsmark #kara zor-el #Stephanie Brown #snippet #hearts: wanna live

[idekwthmuistb]

Ok so y'all've likely hear of the whole "kryptonite is hardened ectoplasm" thing (which can def make sense considering it's made from all the death having seeped into the now destroyed krypton if that one little snippet of information was telling the truth and I'm remembering it right) and I bring you:

Ghosts not only eat kryptonite but there's also a subsection species that actively lived on/visited krypton pre-nonexistence to hunt kryptonions and that's why kryptonions are so invulnerable and have all the powers that they have. Its how they evolved to withstand their predators (ghosts).

So like, imagine if Clark and Kara both get an intense prey-reaction of they ever meet Danny. And maybe Jon and Kon both get really anxious but it's less so than full kryptonions! And really Clark wouldn't know why he's so terrified of a teen that doesn't even reach his shoulders unless he asks The Fortress or Kara tells him. Maybe even Danny doesn't know and sometimes gets the urge to chase down a Super or automatically focuses on any of them when in the same room–never looking away from his prey the Super the entire time.

Idk I just think it'd be neat!

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dc #danny fenton #dcxdp #superman #clark kent #kryptonions evolution #kryptonite #kryptonite is hardened ectoplasm #ghost species

[roadimusprime]

I know people have opinions, but I do not understand how certain Halloween fans actually like Curse.

They say they like it because it has good kills, a good Halloween atmosphere and a good Myers, but the story is abhorrent and the treatment of Jamie is so disgusting.

These are often the same people who say they hate Halloween 5 for getting rid of Rachel too early and replacing her with Tina.

#I understand Halloween 5 is NOT a good movie either and has a lot of nonsensical additions that leads into Halloween 6 #but i'd take that film over this anyday #and maybe that's because 1: the acting is better #and 2: it focuses on Jamie Lloyd a character I like and care about and who is actually very interesting #bringing in the Strode family was a bad decision and the only reason why they are the Strode family is to give them a connection- #-to Laurie and Jamie #they could have been anyone #Loon.txt #(I guess I kind of do like Kara we do see little snippets of what her past was like why she probably left- #-and why her relationship with her father is so estranged and abusive)

[trashpandato]

Music

It’s a beautiful early fall day in National City. The sun is still warm, but it’s not as oppressively hot as a few weeks ago, and Kara can tell that the air is holding a bit more moisture these days. The leaves on the trees are turning yellow and red, and Lena’s fingers feel cold when they slip into Kara’s hand.

They’re out for a walk along the harbour after Kara insisted that Lena should get out of her office more on such a nice day. And Kara doesn’t want to boast, but when Lena tells her that this was a “wonderful idea” and squeezes her hand gratefully, Kara has to agree. She does have some really spectacular ideas sometimes.

The walkway near the water is busy that afternoon. There are young families, kids on the tiniest bicycles Kara has ever seen, and more than a few folks who’ve escaped the nearby office towers to drink their afternoon coffee outside.

It’s exactly what Kara and Lena are doing, too, sipping on their still hot lattes, when all of a sudden, Lena comes to an abrupt stop, staring toward a bench a little further ahead.

Lena’s body language and sudden change in demeanour sets off every single alarm bell for Kara.

“What? What’s going on?”

But Lena doesn’t respond. Instead, she lets go of Kara’s hand and walks toward the bench. Kara has to use a burst of extra speed to catch up to her.

She uses her senses to scan their surroundings but nothing seems suspicious to her. She can hear the squealing of a few kids behind them, snippets of conversations between people who are milling about, as well as the gentle humming coming from a woman on the bench that seems to be the focus of Lena’s attention. The woman is cradling an infant against her chest, clearly singing to her child, and Lena keeps her voice soft and low when she approaches her.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt,” Lena says, and Kara can hear the tremors in her voice that indicate how important this interaction is to her. “I, um, I heard the melody you are humming, and I was wondering if you could tell me what song that is?”

The woman looks at Lena then. She’s maybe a little confused by this stranger’s question, but a small smile crosses her features.

“It’s called The Gartan Mother’s Lullaby. It’s her favourite,” she nods at her baby. 

There’s a strong familiar lilt in the woman’s voice when she answers and Kara immediately knows she’s Irish.

“Thank you,” Lena whispers. “Sorry again for interrupting.”

The woman waves at them, as if to say that it’s not a problem, but Lena has already turned around and is walking back in the direction they came from. 

Kara smiles apologetically at the woman before she bids her goodbye and runs after Lena.

They don’t speak for a few moments. Kara can see how affected Lena is, knows that offering something as small as holding her hand might be too much right now. So she simply walks next to her and tries to show Lena that she’s not alone.

Eventually, Lena slows down and steps towards the railing by the water. There are a couple of kayaks nearby, and a few ducks, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.

“My mom used to sing it to me,” Lena confesses, staring ahead. “I didn’t, I remember singing it to myself the first few weeks at the Luthor mansion. But I never knew all of the words. And over time, I forgot the melody, too.”

Kara doesn’t say anything, then. She knows the pain of fading memories, of forgetting the smells and sounds of home. But she moves a little closer to Lena and places her hand low on Lena’s back. When she feels Lena lean into the touch, she knows they’ll be okay.

Later that evening, when they’re curled up in bed and Lena is half asleep with her head on Kara’s chest, Kara starts humming the song. For a brief moment, Lena stiffens and Kara can tell she’s holding her breath, but then she relaxes into Kara’s embrace and lets her eyes drift shut as she listens to Kara’s attempt to remember the melody she hastily learned that afternoon. When Kara gets to the end, she feels Lena press the softest kiss against her neck.

“Thank you.”

Kara only holds her tighter in response.

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober