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ochibrochi · 2 months

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kryptonian hugs hit different! happy birthday, kal!

#superman #clark kent #kal el #supergirl #kara zor el #kara danvers #dc comics #i thought his birthday was in april i rushed to get this out lol my bad

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jellolegos · 9 months

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Doodle Kara w some kryptonian tattoos

#something something kara lost in the phantom zone #frantically trying to remember words of lullabies and poems and things that would not be deemed important enough to be in a survival guide #but important enough that she would want to remember them #running out of paper before writing them over and over on her skin #Getting them tatted the second she could get off world and realised that was a THING so she would never forget #Supergirl

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incorrect-supercorp · 8 months

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Lena: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO–

Kara: It was me ...

Lena: ... is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

#literally that one fic where kara keeps accidentally destroying everything and lena (the ceo) gets super annoyed about it #im too lazy to type out the rest of how it goes but it was cute #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #incorrect quotes #supercrack #source: tumblr

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puppetmaster13u · 8 months

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DPxDC Prompt

New Ancient of Space Danny watching over Krypton as he gets older, taking care of each ghost, acting akin to their guardian and ferryman across the cosmos to their final resting place, if they should wish it.

And finding the ghosts after the planet's death and taking all of them under his wing. Especially the children, whom he cares for and makes sure they can have the childhood that was stolen from them.

He cares for them, watches over them, taking them in as not just allies and friends, but family. His own little stars shining amidst the dark, old or young, all beautiful and shining and bright.

But he's not just taken the dead in his hand, and sometimes, on a farm in Kansas, a child looks to the starry skies, and feels incredibly loved, like the very universe is cradling him close.

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indiainswiftland · 8 months

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There's so much fucking shit going on. First the theory of Lara being the main baddy next season instead of Zod, which would explain why the kryptonian soldier's va is the same va of martha kent ??? MAKING A PARALLEL BETWEEN CLARK'S BOTH MUMS???

LIKE THIS PIC ????

ABSOLUTE INSANITY

Also Jor El's conscious practically dying in the finale without being able to tell Clark about his identity and Krypton ??? This is not a coincidence. They are going to make Clark interact with another kryptonian and finding out about the destruction of Krypton from them. Now this one could be Lara (or whoever the main baddy is next season) and that would probably cause Clark a lot of distress. HOWEVER I'M THINKING OF SOMEBODY ELSE.

Someone in this hellsite pointed this out already but there was an actress credited to play Kara. WHAT IF KARA'S SHIP STOPS THE HIBERNATION MODE WATHEVER THE FUCK THAT IS CALLED AND SHE WAKES UP AS A 15 YEAR OLD ALIEN. WHO CAN NOT FIND HER BABY COUSIN AND IS PANICKING BECAUSE PROTECTING HIM WAS PRETTY MUCH HER ONLY JOB AFTER HER WHOLE CIVILIZATION WAS DESTROYED. OH AND NEWSFLASH: SHE HAS POWERS NOW THAT SHE DEFINITELY CAN NOT CONTROL

What if superman finds her and she recognizes the S in his suit, pieces everything together and has a meltdown over the horrific situation she's going through. Clark would eventually realize she is a good person but they can not communicate with each other at all because the language barrier is a big plot point in this show. The arc would center around Kara learning to communicate with Clark and bonding to eventually tell him what happened back at Krypton

Just put me in the fucking writer room already tf

#my adventures with superman #being a 15 yo is already a hellish experience imagine waking up in another planet after yours just imploded #finding out you've been hibernating for the past 22 years so you're technically and adult that has to go through puberty #and on top of that you suddenly get godlike powers #clark was a chill dude and he was ripping door handles off of doors after 15 years of having to deal with his powers #hell is a teenage girl #and her name is kara zor el #clark kent #kara zor el #maws spoilers

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awaitingrain · 7 months

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Okay, I got a bit carried away. This wasn't planned, so it's a bit messy (and I'm late…don't blame me for the ugly dress…)

Day 2: Romance

#supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #supercorp fanart #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #supergirl #kara zor el #supercorp endgame #i couldn't get this silly idea out of my head #someone in National City published their supercorp fanfic

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bisupergirl · 9 months

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there's gonna be a new supergirl special out on halloween written by mariko tamaki with art by skylar patridge 🥹🥹 really hoping it leads into an ongoing series for kara.....

#kara zor el #i didnt... LOVE supergirl: being super #BUT it's far from the worst kara's ever been written so #the description for this also doesn't excite me but we'll see.....#idk why pg would make kara feel redundant on her own earth 😭 but whateva #as long as it gets kara out of metropolis idc!!

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coffeeshib · 2 years

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gala date

#why tiddy hard to draw 🤨#gonna try draw at least once a week 😩#how do i get better if i keep only taking the tablet out like once every x months #supercorp #supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #katie mcgrath #melissa benoist #my art

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lonelydiary · 9 months

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I wanted to write so many words on this situation, because I have so many thoughts, but I will just say this. You know why people will always remember Supercorp as Kara and Lena and their beautiful, beautiful relationship (however you like to see it) and write fics, share beautiful art, make silly posts about them, etc. etc. etc.? Because their story is about love, about friendship, about respect, about acceptance, about forgiveness, about finding the right person, something that relationship between Lex and Clark was never about.

The immense thank you to every single person, who was responsible for showing and developing their story for us.

#im so fucking angry #i need to sleep #but i just wanted to get this out of me #also its gross and disgusting #supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #the cw

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ekingston · 7 months

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Apart from show canon, at which point did u think it was too late for lena's immediate forgiveness to kara's identity reveal

oh boy. anon, here is where i come clean about my shoddy recollection of canon’s chronology. i’ve done so many fragmented rewatches and skipping back and forth—there’s a reason i rarely dabble with canon-adjacent stuff! and that even when i do, i create worlds where Lena figures it out herself!

second road bump to answering this question is that i have a LOT of feelings about how things played out on the show, and most of them are incongruent with the tone of sgcw. i understand their narrative reasons for keeping the secret from Lena for so long! but the execution is so, so terrible! ignoring large swathes of canon and replacing them with my own is the only way i’m able to enjoy at least the last tiny handful of seasons!

here is where i spend an hour procrastinating from my WIPs, while not successfully answering your question at all:

to be perfectly clear: i adore most parts of canon Kara. and i think i may be hard on her in ways i wouldn't be if i didn’t relate to her so much. i think her backstory is extremely compelling and i admire her ability to hold on to her kindness and hope and joy even after losing everything that was important to her, even when she’s tired and lonely and mad.

BUT. a healthy Lena—one who we were made to believe was finally freeing herself from Lex and Lillian, rising above the coping mechanisms she’d developed as an unwanted and emotionally neglected child? i don’t think that Lena would (should?) have forgiven canon Kara at all.

after the rift, canon Kara flitted between telling Lena she’d lied to her ‘to protect you’ to ‘one person who sees me only as Kara’ to ‘your last name’ to ‘didn’t want to lose you’ until she literally told Lena she was on her own, and she’d treat her like any other villain until Lena repented, even rejecting her apology at first, as if Kara’s own decisions had played no part in Lena’s downward spiral at all.

the Kara Lena would have forgiven is the much more cohesive and coherent Kara brought to us by our talented fix-it writers: a Kara who is willing to let herself be vulnerable and to second-guess her motivations, one who is able to put together a proper apology and actually listen to Lena's own.

but, okay, lets table all of that. this is me trying really, really hard to entertain canon:

Kara and Lena’s friendship became painfully lopsided by season 3. i think that was, if i recall correctly, when the super-friends decided to trust Lena enough to regularly ask her for assistance—but not enough to let her be part of their in-group; it’s where they left Lena in the dark about the fact that her best friend had come close to plunging to her death right in front of Lena's eyes, and was actively still fighting for her life; where they tricked Lena into having an extremely personal conversation with J’onn, while he was wearing Kara’s features, only to make belly-laughing fun of her about it later.

and even then, honestly, it might already have been too late. what about the aftermath of Jack’s death? was that season 2? Jack was Lena’s ex-everything, someone who genuinely loved her, who saw her through the fallout of Lex’s arrest. he was one of her last remaining friends, and Lena pressed the button to let him die in order to save Supergirl’s life. how would Lena knowing that Kara went through that with her, knowing Lena had chosen to save the life of her favorite person in addition to National City’s hero, have changed the way she felt about that horrible situation? that’s where that extremely wonderful heart-to-heart on the L-Corp couch happened, right? Kara swore she’d always be Lena’s friend—while keeping silent about the fact that she was there when Jack drew his last breath, that she had witnessed their final moments.

so—i really can’t tell you anon, i’m so sorry. the 100th episode already fabricated reasons why Kara couldn’t possibly come clean to Lena back when she made the conscious decision to be her friend (and not in a ‘keep your enemies close’ kind of way!), and i’m beginning to think that was the only moment Kara could have told Lena that would have kept her conscience completely clear. Kara should have made it part of her decision—either she was going to be Lena’s friend and give her the same trust Lena was giving her, or she would keep things professional, and keep her identity a secret from her.

Kara tried to do both, and if i really think about it, i don’t believe that was ever fair.

#i could have kept going anon #drifting further & further away from your original question all the while #i think it would have helped it supergirlcw would have figured out at one point what kind of show they wanted to be #and possibly maybe also perhaps if they'd managed to make up their mind about who these characters were and what they wanted? idk #is it lighthearted and fun? then lena knew all along and kara half-suspects but it's still hard to come out and actually say it #is it dramatic? maybe lena still knows but she's convinced kara not telling her means she's just another luthor AND MAYBE SHE IS #is lena just another evil luthor? so kara was right keeping her secret from her! bring on the (actual proper) villain arc!#etc etc ad nauseam & ad infinitum #thank you for letting me get this out i guess anon lmao #perhaps it is A Day #ask me things!#anonymous

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sugarsnappeases · 2 months

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microfic - lilyritaminerva (i can explain!!) | 1.5k words | college students (lily & rita) competing for professor minerva’s attention, so age gap and kinda suggestive content

“Professor, would you be able to help me with something?” Rita glanced behind her as she spoke, feeling a thrill run through her at the sight of Lily’s scowl, just three steps behind her but they were three steps too many. Rita had won this round.

She flashed Lily a smile, her sharp, mean one, before looking back at Professor McGonagall who was leaning against her desk, eyes shifting between Lily and Rita, a glimmer of something in them that was gone before Rita could even begin to decipher it.

“That rather depends on what that something is, Miss Skeeter” Professor McGonagall replied, those eyes settling on her, solid and exhilarating and making Rita’s heart race in the way that having her full attention always did.

The professor was terrifying, and brilliant, and Rita wanted to sit at her feet like a dog, she would wear a leash if the professor wanted, she would do anything if the professor wanted, as long as it meant that her attention was on Rita, and not on Lily.

Lily didn’t deserve it anywhere near as much as Rita did. She wished she could say that Lily was an awful student, or that she had never had a single interesting thought, or that she didn’t deserve to be at the university, let alone anywhere near Professor McGonagall, but she had spent enough time eavesdropping on conversations that Lily had and hacking into the university mainframe to read her essays to know that wouldn’t be true.

Lily was unfortunately intelligent, and her essays were horribly well-thought out, and she had more than earned her place there, but Rita was better, she knew she was better, and she deserved the weight of Professor McGonagall eyes on her, she deserved her approval and her attention and she deserved to be allowed to sit on the professor’s lap and slide her hands under that blazer.

Rita forcefully pulled her thoughts back to the matter at hand and opened her mouth to explain what she wanted help with, but Professor McGonagall spoke again before she could,

“Oh - Miss Evans, if you could wait just a moment, there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”

Rita turned again, Lily had a hand on the door to the classroom and it was her turn to flash a smile, spiteful and victorious and making Rita want to slap her.

The door shut and they were the only three people left in the room, Lily taking a few steps closer to the front desk, smugness in every line of her body as she answered, “Of course, Professor”

It was making Rita feel violent. She fantasised sometimes, about attacking Lily, just tackling her right there in the classroom, under the watchful eyes of Professor McGonagall.

Maybe she would smile approvingly at Rita as she pulled at Lily’s hair, as she slapped the smug smile off Lily’s face, as she straddled Lily on the floor, ripping at one of those smart blouses that Lily liked to wear, ruining how neat and put-together she always looked, as she bruised Lily’s pale, delicate skin, as she beat Lily once and for all.

Maybe Professor McGonagall would give Rita a prize for her victory, maybe the prize would involve being pushed up against the desk, the professor’s firm hands on her hips, or maybe one around her neck, pressing her back into the hard wood of the desk, the shiny metal nameplate digging into her spine, and the other hand sliding up her thigh, under the short, short skirts she always wore to these classes, pushing her knickers to one side and -

“Miss Skeeter?” Professor McGonagall was asking and Rita felt like she might die. She blinked out of the haze of her thoughts and glared over at Lily, who was chuckling under her breath.

Lily just raised an eyebrow and Rita rolled her eyes, turning back to face the professor properly. Professor McGonagall was still leaning against the front of her desk, fingers drumming against it, brows slightly furrowed, impatient.

“Sorry, Professor,” Rita was sure that she was blushing, “I just got lost in my thoughts a little”

She didn’t miss the way that Professor McGonagall smirked, just a little, the smallest little twitch of her cheek, and it only made her blush more, she was sure that the professor could tell exactly what direction her thoughts had been heading.

“Well, get on with it then,” she demanded, “What’s this thing you need help with?”

And suddenly, Rita felt a little daring, a little bold, a little shameless. Like a switch flipping, all thoughts of the question she had about her essay retreating as she was overtaken by something that was probably more than a little dangerous.

She took a step closer to the desk, pushing her shoulders back a bit and tilting her head to one side, “I’ve got this problem, you see, it’s rather personal,”

Professor McGonagall straightened slightly, then narrowed her eyes, and Rita didn’t know whether it was because of her tone of voice or the way she was batting her eyelashes or the way that she had taken yet another step closer but she felt something curl with satisfaction in her stomach at the sight of the movement.

It was a cliché probably but Rita was leaning into it as she stepped forward again, only a few paces away from the desk now, continuing in a low voice, “And with all the time I spend doing work for your classes…”

The professor raised an eyebrow then, which was probably fair enough, because although a lot of her time did go towards the actual work, the vast majority of it was spent coming up with ways to get Professor McGonagall’s attention, or obsessively tracking whatever Lily was doing to make sure she was still winning. Speaking of, Rita glanced briefly over to where Lily had walked further back into the room, hands clenched tight around the strap of her satchel, watching the scene in front of her like she was studying it.

“… I haven’t been able to find anyone to help me with it,” Rita finished, focussing back on the professor in front of her, who’s eyes flicked quickly up and down Rita’s body before meeting hers again, heavy and exhilarating.

Rita felt like she was diving headfirst into a volcano and she really quite desperately wanted to burn so she took the last few steps forward, coming to a stop directly in front of Professor McGonagall, close enough that if the professor spread her legs just a little, Rita could settle quite nicely in between them.

She clasped her hands behind her back to stop herself from reaching out and spoke again, slow and suggestive, “And I thought, being as it’s your work that’s stopping me from finding anyone, that maybe you could help me?”

Professor McGonagall smirked again, just a little, and then, as if she was reading her mind, lifted her hands from the desk and placed them on Rita’s hips instead, spreading her legs and pulling Rita into the space between them, nestled there like it was where she belonged. Rita was sure she was bright red, she hadn’t been sure this would work at all but victory was singing through her veins as she heard the way that Lily had gasped at the professor’s actions.

“I’ve just been so tense lately,” Rita went on, pressing her thighs together as the hands at her hips squeezed slightly, “And I really think you might be able to help me relax… Minerva”

The professor smirked, moving her hands to rest on Rita’s arse, pulling her even closer, leaning in so that Rita could feel her breath on her ear,

“Oh Rita,” Professor McGonagall breathed, making Rita both shiver and feel like she was on fire, unclasping her hands and bringing them up to rest on the professor’s chest, “I think I know just the thing,”

“Yeah?” Rita asked, biting at her lip to stop the word from turning into a moan.

“Oh yes,” the professor continued, pulling back a little to look her in the eye, that solid, exhilarating gaze, something glimmering in it that Rita couldn’t quite decipher. Then, Professor McGonagall was moving her hands, back up to Rita’s hips and pushing her round to one side, “Why don’t you ask Miss Evans to help you?”

Rita’s mouth fell open, looking at Lily who was standing just a few paces away and looking right back, face red and a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and slightly hazy just like Rita expected her own were. She glanced back at Professor McGonagall, feeling both a little betrayed and a lot turned on, as the professor dropped her hands from Rita’s hips and placed them back on the desk behind her again.

She just chuckled at whatever was probably written all over Rita’s face, “I think she might be having a similar problem, I’m sure you could… solve it together.”

Then, Professor McGonagall smiled, her own victorious smile, sharp and amused, “You two are my best students after all.”

#they let me out of uni and i start having thoughts abound #and like. hot thoughts. like might just be me but this is very hot to me #like maybe tmi but. i never get like. turned on by my own writing but something about this one…… not reading into what this says about me #ANYWAY #lilyritaminerva #<- awful name #lily evans #rita skeeter #minerva mcgonagall #microfic marching along!!!!!!!!#kara’s incy wincy fics

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nimrism · 1 year

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i was staring at this gif and it occurred to me that lena's blatant mistreatment of her hair when she's stressed might eventually (accidentally) be directed towards her daughter and this is the product of that thought process :)

Lena's staring out the window at the waking city below, but her mind is elsewhere. Today is her first human test trial, she'll finally get to see the Harun-El in action, and the inside of her brain is akin to a nightclub if it was set on fire and everyone inside was screaming as ten different speakers malfunctioned and played ten different songs while top-shelf scotch rained down from the ceiling that was quickly caving in. She shakes it off in favor of watching civilians begin to fill the streets below, off to do whatever mundane, normal-people tasks they did every single day. She sometimes wonders, if she weren't a Luthor, would she be content just waking up every day and going to the same 9-5 job until she retired? Her position at L-Corp gave her incredible opportunities to make a difference, to better the world. This project was no different.

It's still pretty early; she's the first at the office, as usual. Her hair is down and her heels are off, and there isn't anyone there to see her, but she still feels exposed. She hears her mother's voice at the back of her mind, critiquing her outfit, commenting on her hair, on her posture. She sets her jaw and pulls out a hair tie.

Running a hand through the dark locks atop her head, she turns back to the window, unseeing. She's too busy considering the possible outcomes of today's trial. She pushes her hair away from her shoulders and lets her head fall back as she gathers the loose strands of hair, making sure none of it stays on her neck. She's quick, and she's efficient, running long fingers through dark tresses, taking out any tangles, and pulling her hair higher. She swallows as she gathers every last strand of raven black hair into a fist – a little too aggressively, mind you, but her head was used to the forceful tugging by now – and she wrapped the hair tie around them, securing them in a tight ponytail on top of her head.

She finally pulls her heels on and straightens her back. Business mode. And just in time, because Eve comes strutting in, announcing the arrival of the test subject.

It wasn't something she wasn't used to – pulling her hair up into a tight ponytail or bun that threatened to rip her scalp clean off – she did it on an almost daily basis. It made her look professional. Strong. Intimidating. Jess had voiced her concern for Lena's hair follicles, warning that she would look like her brother soon if she kept at it, but the CEO had paid it no mind. She didn't even feel it anymore.

It wasn't until Kara came waltzing into her life that Lena had dialed down the tight hairstyles, going for more relaxed ponytails and sometimes even keeping it down. If her hair could speak, she knew it would worship Kara for saving it.

The blonde complimented Lena on her hair – and everything else – especially when she wore it down, and so it wasn't like Lena lacked incentive to do it. Kara loved it. And Lena loved Kara's compliments, so the brunette's hair began to enjoy longer periods of freedom.

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Six years later

Kara's busy with something that came up at the DEO, and Lena's glued to her laptop, working from home to keep an eye on their little girl. Lori wasn't so little anymore, she was five now, she didn't necessarily require the amount of supervision she did when they'd first had her, but she had insisted her mother stay with her, and Lena could never say no to that adorable little pout.

An email from a particularly misogynistic business partner makes Lena want to pull her hair up in a bun, pull on some heels, break into his house, cross her arms and glare at the man until he surrendered and fell at her feet. They all do, she thought to herself as she began to type out a reeling reply.

She's halfway through spelling out a sincerely nasty word when she feels a little finger nudge her arm.

"Mommy?" The child has Kara's eyes, a deep blue so painfully beautiful you'd sell your heart and soul just to stare into it.

Not even her daughter can take Lena out of her mood, but she sets her laptop aside and looks at her. "What is it, darling?"

"Mommy, my ponytail fell," the kid pouts. She resembles Kara so much it actually physically hurts.

Lena's ready to shut her laptop and spend the rest of the day with the literal sunshine that is her daughter, but another email arrives from the same misogynistic asshole.

Lena bites her lip as she glares at the screen as if, out of sheer force of will, it would shatter and send a shard of glass straight through the man's heart.

"Mommy?" The pout still hasn't left her face.

"Come here, baby," Lena shoves her laptop onto the coffee table and hoists the little girl onto her lap.

She takes the hair tie from her chubby little hand and begins to gather her hair together, gentle at first, then she catches a phrase from the email out of the corner of her eye and her jaw is working again, her grip tightening in the child's hair.

She quickly runs her fingers through it, flattening the curls at the top, then she tugs at it with one fist, intent on pulling it up and securing it with the hair tie in her hand.

Kara zooms in through the open window, taking in the sight of Lena with their daughter on her lap, immediately recognizing one of Lena's worst habits.

She superspeeds to the couch, gently prying Lena's hands away from the small child's hair, who immediately throws her arms around Kara's neck.

"Lena," Kara gently whispers as she picks her daughter up and sits down next to her wife. "First of all, stop grinding your teeth. I could hear it from the DEO."

"Shit, I'm sorry," Lena relaxes only the slightest bit. "I'm sorry, darling, did I hurt you?" She cups her daughter's cheek apologetically.

"Not really. I just felt my hair follicles being ripped out." the little girl mumbled.

"Hey! Where'd you learn that?" Lena narrows her eyes at Kara, who's suddenly found great interest in the ceiling lamp.

"I haven't said that in a while! Last time we talked about your hair, it was about how it was finally gaining volume because you stopped pulling it!" The blonde raises her hands, palms facing Lena, a perfect picture of innocence. Lori is giggling in her lap.

Kara shoots Lena a blinding smile, mirrored by her daughter's own, and it's enough to make whatever anger Lena had been harboring dissipate. Hell, it was enough to end wars, as far as she was concerned.

Her rage turned into laughter that bubbled up her throat as she tackled Kara, making sure her daughter was safe before bombarding her two girls with kisses. Misogynistic asshole #968796 would have to wait.

#lena luthor #lena LESBIAN luthor #supercorp #supercorp fic #supercorp fanfic #supercorp kid #lori luthor-danvers #kara and lena #kara x lena #it's technically a super tiny ficlet #i couldn't get this out of my head #i wrote this for me but you can read it too #they're married #they're gay your honor #sending thoughts and prayers to lena's hair follicles #stay strong soldiers

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aint-thata-bitch · 7 months

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I am of the firm belief that in Detroit: Become Human, Connor is a deviant from the start no matter how you play him. His storyline isnt about remaining a machine vs becoming a deviant, it's you choosing whether he's going to be a dickhead or not.

#detroit become human #dbh #dbh connor #connor rk800 #he has way too many little personality traits in the beginning to be 100%#like when Kara and Markus just stare at the mirror standing stock still in their early chapters Connor fully checks himself out in that bar #the way he swivels when he walks to look around has such an attitude to it i love it #and the sheer ammount of rule breaking he does no matter what route you go #like “its illegal for you to hold a gun” and Connor says “this warning wont stop me cause i cant read”#He takes after his dad with all the diciplinaries you know he gets post peaceful-ending

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ekowolf · 6 months

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Strong for Someone Else Pt.1

She only had a little farther to go. One elevator ride. A few more steps. She could picture it, she just needs to get there and then she can close her eyes. The darkness haloed around her vision, a tunnel closing in on her.

Almost there.

She feels the elevator lurch to a stop, an ear splitting sound that was probably not even loud but made her flinch, the doors sliding open. It took an incredible effort to pull away from the cold steel wall that was holding her upright.

Almost there.

The warm snake of blood made its long journey down a scorching pathway of her exposed back.

Her feet were barely holding her upright anymore as every step she took almost made her cry out trying to make it to her destination.

She knows why she was unceremoniously dropped on the cracked concrete steps of this particular building. She knows she is a bomb. Not a real one by any means, unless her brother had more up his sleeve. No, she was an emotional bomb, the shrapnel rigged to explode as soon as she made it to them—to her. But right now she couldn’t seem to care that Lex was once again using her. She just needs Kara.

Almost there.

The door was just ahead of her as she gripped the hallway with all her might as she used the sturdy walls as a crutch. The bloody smears she was leaving in her wake adorning the off-white walls like a trail of breadcrumbs back—back to where her brother had once again tried to destroy her. Maybe ‘tried’ is no longer applicable here.

Not after today.

Not after…

Her last few steps seem to feel longer than every previous step combined. Heavy. Everything was heavy. She was beginning to slide into the darkness that was waiting in the depths to consume her. Her chest was on fire with every heaved breath.

Last step.

She could hear the lively commotion of Friday night game night even though the sounds sounded like they were underwater. Or was she underwater? Still?

She couldn’t tell anymore. The cold wet strands of her hair laid limply against her equally frigid skin as a reminder.

As she reached out for her favorite door a whimper escaped her lips bloody, swollen and bruised. She let it’s wooden structure catch her as if it had arms to reach out for her.

She held onto it, her bloody forehead falling forward against its cool wood. She could feel a tear pool on her lashes and fall away—even its weight she couldn’t carry.

Her hands were stained red and bracketing her head, unfurled fingers outstretched in a type of surrender.

What she was surrendering to she didn’t know.

Was there anything left of her broken body to surrender?

Was she late to game night? Kara was probably texting her to see if she lost track of time working on her latest aquifer project. Kara cajoling her to leave the rest for tomorrow, that it would be there in the morning.

She imagined the adorable wording and string of emojis she always received when she was late for game night with her friends. The offer to fly and pick her up would usually come after the emojis that sent her heart fluttering, “what’s the fun if you can’t use Air-Kara every now and again, Lena!” She felt herself smile at the memory. She let another small whimper as even smiling was painful now.

She knew she was going to taint this event—game night is sacred—possibly for all time but it was too late, Lex had won this time.

Her standing here broken was his victory lap.

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justanechoflower · 4 months

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horror: OK WHO THREW THAT PAN AT KILLER?!

Dust: eh, horror, you handle whoever threw that pan, I'll take the weed

*dust begins to send in fireballs and blasters to try and cook flowey*

Killer: EMOTIONALDAMAGE.MP4