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mycatismyeditor · 3 months
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Supercorp idea #222
Lena had some thoughts she just wanted to express to someone. Some very gay thoughts. Some very gay thoughts about Supergirl.
So she did what any rational public figure would do. She made an anonymous social media account on a burner phone and vented all her feelings there. Feelings that were apparently appreciated and echoed by approximately 20 thousand other people on a regular basis.
She did not anticipate ever having to explain those posts as herself. She in fact went to great lengths to make sure no one would ever connect her to it.
But even with all her efforts to remain anonymous after three years with the account, posting multiple times a day, she was bound to slip up once. And what a slip up it was.
Now she was sitting in a DEO conference room getting a briefing on her own post about Supergirl and the various ways that highly sensitive information could have gotten leaked.
Which left her with a choice. She could either confess she was behind it, or she could keep her mouth shut and let 46 government agents be interrogated about their social media history and possible interest in being railed by Supergirl over their desks.
She glanced to her left and saw the shocked face of Supergirl as she read more of her posts.
Lena kept her mouth shut.
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interdimensionalbugs · 2 months
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so do all haunted managers of eldritch governmental/research institutions like cake
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rustingcat · 1 year
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Pretty sure this how this scene went, right?
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eqt-95 · 4 months
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a new kind of romance, pt 6
part 5 | could we? wood we? - - - - -
💤 | cuddles
Kara Zor El, eater of foods, saver of worlds, and, above all else, lover of cuddles, was in a predicament. 
More specifically her predicament was around the whole ‘lover of cuddles’ thing which, normally, wasn’t a predicament. In fact, normally it was second nature. Because of course she was going to sweep Alex into a giant hug any chance she could. And obviously she was going to drag Nia, kicking and screaming, onto a shared loveseat at game night. And most definitely, her internal clock was going to wake an hour early every time Lena slept over to sneak in some extra pre-work cuddles.
Which would have been so normal.
But then Kara discovered The Line in Lena’s closet. And then in the woods there was The Moment.
This was why Kara now lay awake, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars she and Lena had plastered to her ceiling three weeks ago mulling. 
And not the good kind that comes around the holidays and brings festive cheer and warmth and tidings of comfort. 
No. There was absolutely no comfort and definitely no festive cheer. This was the kind of mulling that led to existential crises and fretting and second guessing and exactly four inches of space between herself and a soft, slumbering best friend. A demilitarized zone. A limbo. A Line.
And such a predicament it was because, up until recently, it hadn’t crossed Kara’s mind that these late nights turned sleepovers turned early morning cuddles might have toed a line. A line that seemed to loom larger and bigger and greater and cloudier with each passing day because the looming felt heavier and weightier and - oh gosh Lena just looked so peaceful when she slept.
Kara blinked away from her best friend’s curled form and back to the constellations above, settling on the Coma Berenices Lena insisted on making room for just down from Ursa Major. She replayed the Queen’s story in her head, trying to ignore the fact that, normally, she’d already be curled against Lena’s back with a hand wrapped around her waist and nose pressed to her exposed neck. And normally that would have been met with a small sigh and a hand curled around said arm wrapped around said waist and then maybe - maybe - once the soft, steady breathing meant Lena was asleep, then maybe she’d have normally pressed her lips to her neck as a friendly - platonic - goodnight kiss. 
But tonight played out differently than that.
It began like most: Lena came over with a bottle of wine, a bag of take-out, and the soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her.
It continued as usual: they lingered in the kitchen while the bottle was uncorked, the containers were portioned onto plates, and that same soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her lingered behind stories of their days.
It even managed to stay normal through the first thirty minutes of the docuseries: a glass of red was topped-up, the empty plates were stacked on the coffee table, and the soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her was paired with a contented sigh as tucked legs were untucked and extended across Kara’s lap.
And Kara kept it cool as a cucumber. She didn’t overthink the shared blanket wrapped around them or the slip of her hands beneath the soft weave to settle on Lena’s legs or the muscle memory that sent those same hands lightly massaging tight calves or how those same hands wandered and settled where socks and sweats didn’t quite meet or how they danced across the exposed patch of skin or how a yelp of realization flew out of her mouth when she realized what her treacherous hands were doing.
Admittedly, that last bit was not a cool cucumber sort of thing to do. It was more of a ‘having kittens’ moment.
And that’s when the night derailed.
“What’s wrong?” Lena asked a half-standing Kara tripping over the blanket and spilling confused noises from her mouth. 
“I-I… I gotta-”
“Go.”
Surprisingly, it only took a moment for Kara’s adrenaline-fueled brain to connect the dots: she glanced at Lena who was glancing out toward the city, face serious and full of intent.
“This can wait; Supergirl can’t,” Lena continued, reaching to pause the show.
And yea, maybe Kara should found her big girl pants and told Lena there wasn’t an emergency and that her super hearing hadn’t picked up some tragedy that needed her attention and that actually it was because the pads of her unreliable fingers were toeing the friendship line and the hilarity of them being fingers and not toes was not lost on Kara but this was not the moment or time for laughing. This was a time for panicking. 
So Kara didn’t put on her big girl pants. Instead, she got rid of her pants and flaunted her Supergirl outfit and flew out into the night without so much as a cat to untree.
She kept to the skies until well past the soft murmur of Lena’s heartbeat confirmed a deep slumber before, like the coward she was, Kara crept back into her apartment and settled - floated? hovered - just above the mattress.
And mulled.
She hated lying to Lena. Of all the people in her whole multi-planetary life, Lena’s trust mattered to her the most, yet it was hard to tell the truth about something Kara didn’t even fully understand. Was there something to understand?
Her brow crinkled. It was a crinkle that Alex would poke at and Nia would prod at but one Lena would wipe away with a soft brush. Kara wasn’t quite so gentle. She rubbed her nose a bit too aggressively, and maybe that aggression rattled the air a bit too much because the calm of Lena’s breathing broke and her heart stuttered and curled form unrolled and a pair of sleepy eyes landed on Kara’s still very crinkly face.
“Hey,” and ooph did Lena’s sleep voice hit in ways Kara couldn’t articulate. She didn’t try because a hand had already climbed its way to Kara’s forearm and squeezed. “Everything ok?”
“Yea.”
“You sure? Because… Kara are you floating?”
“I, uh… didn’t want to wake you?”
A soft, sleepy chuckle crawled across the mattress and dragged Kara onto the mattress. “My hero.”
The words tickled Kara’s ears. And other things.
“Everyone safe?” Lena continued, pulling the duvet to cover both of them before finding a home nestled into Kara’s side.
“Mhm,” Kara managed, throat tight, pulse racing, and body temperature sweltering past the surface temperature of the sun.
“Good,” Lena hummed and sighed and tucked closer with a comforting arm slipping onto Kara’s waist.
It took seconds for Lena’s breathing to slow and fall back into a rhythmic slumber. Meanwhile, Kara hardly breathed at all, fighting her natural instinct to squeeze an arm around Lena and in lieu of honoring the line.
The line that had already been crossed. And honestly? Crossing the line felt nice. It felt good. It felt perfect.
So, yea. Kara Zor El, eater of foods, saver of worlds, and, above all else, lover of cuddles, was in a predicament. Because her best friend in the whole world was curled around her and maybe - maybe - Kara wanted to keep crossing the line. Because maybe - maybe - Kara wanted something more.
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part 7 | mistletoe magic
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bluenoisen · 11 days
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Gwen can't bring herself to come to work the day after her first field assignment, but when she does return, she cannot help but see all her cases in a new light. They scare her. They could be real.
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lucyllawless · 2 years
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Kara and Lena enjoying a cozy movie night
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alex31624 · 2 months
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My little sis has a small business where she paint clothes. Mostly jackets.
I asked her for this shirt, and I love it. It's so freaking cute. She also did the Della/Donald shirt I showed a while ago.
If anyone want to check her work, follow her on Instagram, or check her Etsy page. I know she has world wide delivery option.
I'm not really sure why she put the Minnie ears and the flowers in the picture tho.
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shadowkira · 7 months
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Widowtracer Succubus AU
(Alternate version -> 🔞 -> here)
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astrid-beck · 7 months
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Okay now that I've finished critical role campaign two, I can finally share my contribution to society (artists and cosplayers and fanfic writers) as number one costume enjoyer and reader of critical role transcripts, every single physical description of Astrid or what she is wearing that I could find, in chronological order:
she is "handsome" (episode 42)
In episode 70 they imply she has brown hair (the volstrucker they interrogate has dark hair, "but not brown... this is not Astrid")
here's the description of young Astrid from episode 77
Astrid is roughly Jester's height, but she has a short brown-- this is-- she looks like she's 17 is when I saw her last. She's got short brown hair, maybe four or five inches long. She is slight. She has attractive, but like severe features.
he later clarifies that the last time they saw each other, she was 18, and he was 17, and that he is now 33, meaning it has been about 16 years and she's now about 34
here's the full episode 89 description:
Human woman in her mid 30s, dirty blonde hair, extremely short in the back, but long and side-combed in the front, framing the right side of her face to just past the chin. She looks over towards you, a familiar face of older with a hard look in her eyes, but a smile, with a heavy scar that is new, that rides from the top of the brow down to the bottom of the chin. She's dressed simply.
her scar is over her left eye from brow to chin (matthew mercer gestures as he says it)
she has a burn scar on the left side of her neck (as above, he gestures), and implies it's from Bren burning her on the night they killed their parents, meaning shes had it her whole adult life
her hair is over the right side of her face, and is blonde rather than brown (has been dyed?)
she's wearing a blouse (with the sleeves rolled up once she sits down)
she has "maze-like" tattoos on her forearms that "appear to be black" (which is for some reason the real way that matthew mercer describes them)
Here's the 110 description:
On the right side, you can see a woman with dirty blonde hair, short in the back, combed over to one side of the face, smiling in a very, very officious looking suit, it seems, that comes into a long dress at the bottom.
In this scene her hair is combed over the left side of her face, which probably just means matthew mercer forgot, but take it as you will. Maybe she's switching it up who knows.
More detailed description of the tattoos on Eadwulf:
you can see the clustered maze-like tattoos that are across his forearms. And you can see similar scars as to the ones that Caleb had with raised areas of the skin, where things are embedded beneath and have healed over [...] and he tenses his arms and as he does, you see energy spark through and arc up the arm.
In episode 114, Liam O'Brien dresses up as Astrid, and has the hair and both scars all on the right side. This is bad for my sanity, but I'm inclined to think in-game trumps out-of-game in terms of the canon hierarchy
here's what she's wearing in 126:
and the next day in 127:
You see stepping in a female figure, wearing a casual, dark gray, looks like a short robe with a mantle over top and a hood.
she's wearing an amulet of proof against detection and location
Similar overcoat and hood, but outfit beneath is a little different, new day.
Here's her and Eadwulf in disguise in 128:
Two gentlemen in cloaks. With heavy scarves around the shoulders with a hood that seems to be of a similar material to the scarf. Wearing casual, baggy, sleeveless, tunic-type attire that's belted in the center with some baggier pants, and some knee-high boots with some tie straps around the top of it. They're both similar attire, but the designs and patterns, and wearing is not uniform, if you will.
In episode 141, her tattoos glow blue when she activates them. She carries a sword
When she comes back, she is "comparatively smaller" than Eadwulf, but "imposing in [her] own right". She's wearing black leather gloves and a hood. Later they give her a sunhat for gardening
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In Critical Recap Animated, the scar and hair placement is so inconsistent (read: literally changes second to second) that I'm inclined to think it doesn't count as canon. She wears a short robe, trousers, and a v-neck. I am like. 90% sure this is based on Liam O'Brien's cosplay
In her mini from iron tusk painting, she has her facial scar on left and hair on right, can't really see the burn scar. Her tattoos go all the way up her arms, which checks with the volstrucker illustration in EGTW. I'll let you stare at the outfit and try to figure out what the pieces are, but I respect the industrial goth girl Astrid grind I guess
Bonus:
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welcomingdisaster · 2 months
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did i tell you guys that on my first read-through of the silmarillion i mixed up "vanyar" and "valar" and just assumed that the vanyar were a maia subgroup or something? lead to some interesting readings. thought both thingol AND finwe wedded a maia
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coffeeshib · 2 years
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THIS TIKTOK IS SUPERCORP OMFG AND NIA IS RECORDING
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRUCF9Sx/?k=1
NO BECAUSE YOU'RE RIGHT
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michaeljoncarter · 10 months
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lex & brainiac's dynamic is so underrated. they're just divorced. like actually really. not even joking. they literally just give them stereotypical divorcee dialogue
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I still find it funny how incestuously interconnected the Superfriends and the Superfriend-adjacent characters are.
I mean, you have Kara and Lena (who, let's face it, are always two seconds from either eyefucking or heart-eyeing whenever they're within a hundred feet of each other). Kara and Lena are best friends. Kara dated James. Lena also dated James. Kara dated Mon-El. Lena was engaged to Mon-El for like five seconds. James's sister Kelly is married to Kara's sister Alex. James was also best friends with Kara's cousin Clark, who is married to Lois Lane, whose sister Lucy also dated James. Kara's cousin Clark was also best friends with Lena's brother Lex. Lena's brother Lex tried to kill Kara's cousin Clark, not to mention Lois Lane, and Kara, and Lena, and James, and pretty much everyone in the universe and several others beyond to boot (gotta love that Lex is such an overachieving megalomaniac).
In the comics, Kara dated Braniac 5. In the show, Brainiac 5 dated Nia, who is being mentored by Kara. Except when they went back to the past, it was Nia who became a sort of mentor to Kara. Not to mention Nia had a hand in inspiring Cat, who later became a mentor to Kara, and then to Nia. Cat was also the mother of Adam, who also dated Kara. (And we haven't even gotten into the whole thing with Kara and Cat).
Kara also dated William, who was best friends with Russell, who dated Andrea, who was best friends with Lena. (I haven't even gotten into the whole thing with Kara and Andrea, or the whole thing with Lena and Andrea).
This isn't even mentioning the whole six degrees of separation between Cat, Lillian Luthor, Red Daughter, Reign, and all of Lex's ridiculous love interests.
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...a certain desperate passion to them and slight possessiveness to them, as if he's afraid you might melt away when he opens his eyes, or as if to say mine, mine, mine...
Thank you so much @jroahn for drawing Blade & Nayeli in a passionate, yet tender, moment. I love everything about this ❤️ I highly recommend commissioning them and checking out their work, it's amazing. (Main caption is from this post here.)
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jadedloverart · 6 months
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Queen of the Damned
Chapter: 10/10 14
Summary: In which every door leads somewhere.
Next: The sleeping dragon awakes.
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hungriestheidi · 3 months
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BARCELONA, SPAIN - MAY 21: Lena Buhler of Switzerland and ART Grand Prix and Marta Garcia of Spain and PREMA Racing talk following race 3 for the F1 Academy Series Round 3 at Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya. (Photos by Eric Alonso)
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