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alistairs-raven · 1 year ago
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I didn't know I needed Rana as Cthulhu in my life. Awesome concept!
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Sketches of Lovecraftian Bane..
Ooh and I also made a sketch of Rana (one of someone's OC by @renek-bane )in Lovecraftian version, I'm still figuring out to draw her feet...probably will draw her feet with humanoid palms lol, to make sure her looks more Lovecraftian.
Anyway, I try to combine Rana with most well known Lovecraftian creature, the Cthulhu.
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mspaintbladie · 4 months ago
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Bladoodles summed up in a word or something
Bladoodle: scrunkly Kitren: meow meow Sesame Cake: cak Foxiren: foxxo Haloviren: goober Ten Lords Commission AU Blade: eepy af
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foxofninetales · 6 months ago
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For the writer's meme: 3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway) 7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree? 23. What is the story idea you've had in your head longest?
1. So this isn't really a problem I tend to have BECAUSE my writing style is "think of a cool scene, barf it onto the page, then panic because I have nothing to stick around it to make an actual story". So while I may have complete AUs that just live in my head, *scenes* don't tend to. But the written-out scene that is my curse and despair is Xiao Bai and the crows. It's set in the world of Cabbages and Kings, and is like the gentle whimsical worldbuilding of CaK dialed up to 11 and I love it SO MUCH and I have no story to attach it to. If anyone has plot ideas for a CaK side-story with Xiao Bai, Liu Sang, and Kan Jian where crows give Xiao Bai some news, please, please hit me up. *sobs*
7. Hmmmm. Grounded sensory descriptions of the environment, sometimes poetical, sometimes metaphorical. A love for wordplay, especially in humor. Someone take my semicolons away. Has clearly done the bare minimum of research at all times unless I am hitting you over the head with a previous hyperfixation. Never write a transition where a scene break will do. I... think people would agree? And probably point out things I'm not even aware of, oh god.
23. Limiting this to fanfic, the stories I've had in my head the longest... well, the unpublished stories I've had the longest are two chapters of Angle of Elevation that are just waiting for me to write the filler chapters to get to them. I know exactly what happens in the last remaining fic of the BeefCake series, too, but I haven't written it down yet. I think the oldest one that isn't related to something already published is my aromantic Liu Sang fic, which has been proceeding at a glacial pace for over two years now.
Thank you for the asks!
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atomic-taco-muffin · 1 year ago
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Maya being a scientist at radiant garden post kh3 au:
Maya: *yawns and looks at the time* ! Son of a- cak! *Falls on my face*
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Aleaus: ! *Shoots up and looks around* darling?
Maya: down here *puts a hand up from my side of the bed*
Aeleus: you alright
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rekosaputrajaya · 2 years ago
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Jalan TEMU
Part. 1
Masih teringat jelas akan kejadian 8 tahun silam tepatnya tahun 2015. Waktu itu tahun dimana aku lulus SMA, setelah 3 tahun mengikuti kegiatan belajar di SMA dengan kedisiplinan semi militer. Iya karena SMA Ku berkerjasama dengan TNI Angkatan Laut, jadi dari mulai ospek awal, kedisiplinan, pakaian semuanya ala militer TNI AL.
Hari dimana aku mendapatkan amplop yang bertuliskan LULUS. Aku merasa orang yang paling hebat dan Bahagia yang larut bersama teman-teman seperjuanganku. Baju putih kami pun tak luput dari ungkapan kebahagian menjadi berbagai warna cat pilok tak beraturan.
“aku.. aku cat sini” kata temen-temenku. Sembari menuliskan nama dan tanda tangan mereka.
Terasa panas dan perih kulit terkena cairan kimia tapi tak ku gubris lanjutkan hingga semua bajuku tak tersisa wrna putihnya. Hingga tersisa satu tempat yaitu kantong depan yang sengaja ku sisa kan untuk dia kalah itu seorang yang sempat menjadi orang special untuk dia menuliskan nama dan tanda tangannya karena kami tak satu sekolah. Tapi entah kenapa saat itu sulit sekali mencari waktu untuk bisa menuliskan Namanya dan ketika punya kadang aku lupa membawa baju nya hingga kini tempat itu tetap masih belum terisi dan baju itu tetap tersimpan rapi di lemari ku.
Salah satu kegalauan yang mungkin banyak dirasakan oleh teman-teman seangkatan setelah kelulusan adalah kemana selanjutnya. Saat itu semua orang sibuk mencari kampus, termasuk aku dan dia. Beruntungnya saat SMA dulu sebelum pengumuman kelulusan aku sudah keterima di salah satu Universitas cukup ternama di Yogjakarta dengan jurusan yang saat itu sangat aku inginkanyaitu Teknik Elektro jalur undangan, dimana aku mengirimkan berkasnya tanpa sepengtahuan kedua orang tua ku. Dan mendapatkan kabar aku keterima di Jogja dia juga ingin berkuliah disana, padahal saat itu dia sudah keterima di Universitas Bengkulu jalur undangan juga.
Hingga akhirnya aku membantu dia untuk mendaftarkan dan mengirimkan berkas-berkasnya ke tujuan Universitas yang sama dengan jurusan yang berbeda, dan alhamdulilah saat pengumuman dia juga keterima sehingga kami bisa berkuliah di kampus yang sama. Sangat senang tentunya kalah itu.
Hari demi hari dimana berjalan dengan baik, proses registrasi sudah kami lalui. Hingga ku putuskan untuk liburan pulang ke kampung halaman. Aku sangat menikmati liburanku karena sudah lama tak pulang, dan seperti biasanya jika pulang ibu selalu memanjakan ku dengan memasakan makanan yang ingin ku makan hhe.
Waktu begitu cepat berlalu, tak terasa semakin dekat dengan waktu mulai perkulihan. Hingga akhirnya sehabis makan malam, dengan suasana yang tenang di bawah pijaran lampu percakapan itu pun di mulai. Percakapan yang membahas tentang JALAN yang akan ku tempuh kedepannya.
“ luk mane rencane dang kemuke ni, la ade bayangan belum?” tanya bapak kepadaku
“ au lh ade bak” jawabku singkat
“cube, luk mane titu dang?” sahut mamak
“luk ye lh ku kicikah sebelumnye, kan dang lh diterime di jurusan tiknik ilektro di jogja, cak lh udem pule rigistrasi, rencanye dang ndak lanjutkah itu” Jawabku.
“yak.. alangkah jauhe titu ame di jogja dang, ndik tau ame di Bengkulu ni saje?” pinta mamaku
Saat itu aku hanya bisa terdiam.
“ame ade tetape kele ame jauh t sege make ame jauh tuh sege gale, ame ghindu, ame di Bengkulu damping juge pacak nyampai saghi” tambah mamaku
“ jadi luk ini maksud mak tuh dang, cube kaba ikuti pule agi test ye SBMPTN itu di bengkulu ni. Jadi kele ame lulus pacak dipertimbangkan di Bengkulu ini lh kudai S1 ni, ame sekire ndik lulus cak lh keterime di jogja lanjutkan itu. Kalau bak tuh setuju saje dimane saje dang” jelas bapak
“ au luk kate bak tuh, luk mane nurut dang?” tanya mamak
Eehhmm,,, Tarik nafas Panjang dan dengan nada yang sedikit berat ku jawab“au mak bak dang cube pikirka kudai”.
Percakapan malam itu pada akhirnya membuatku berpikir keras antara mengikuti ma uku atau berdamai dan mencoba untuk mengikuti mau nya kedua orang tua ku. Hingga akhirnya membuatku menemukan JALAN TEMU mencoba semua kesempatan dan memilihnya dikemudian.
Esok Harinya, ku bergegas untuk kembali ke Bengkulu dan bersama sahabat dekatku mendaftar SBMPTN di hari terakhir. Dan saat mendaftar pun ku sengaja memilih jurusan Teknik geologi di universitas ternama agar tak keterima, akan tetapi harus ada satu jurusan yang ku pilih di Universitas Bengkulu. Saat itu aku bingung ingin mengambil jurusan apa hingga ku telpon bapakku pesannya jangan mengambil jurusan yang sudah banyak orang ambil. Hingga tanpa disengaja ku pilih saja jurusan AGROEKOTEKNOLOGI tanpa aku tahu ini jurusan apa. Terus ku submit dan bayar.
Hingga tiba hari sebelum ujian aku bersama pacarku kala itu, mencari tempat ujian ku esok hari.
Esoknya aku ikuti ujian dengan santai tanpa beban dan hanya ku jawab sesuai sepengetahuanku saja. Karena memang yang ku inginkan tak lulus, karena aku ingin kuliah bersama pacarku di jogja kala itu.
Malam yang dinanti pun tiba, malam pengumuman. Sangat mendebarkan buatku karena aku sangat berharap untuk tidak lulus, sedangkan kedua orang tuaku sangat berharap aku lulus.
Ku buka laptop ku dan masuk ke dalam akun SBMPTN Ku. Aku sangat berharap bahwa yang muncul ada tulisan merah dengan kata-kata coba lagi, akan tetapi yang muncul justru warna hijau dengan tulisan selamat.
Seketika aku diam tak bisa berkata apapun.
“Luk mane dang? Ndik lulus au? Ndik ngape cak lh udem cube” tanya mamak melihatku yang hanya diam saja.
Bahkan disaat aku sudah berusaha untuk menggagalakn ujianku, Allah tetap memberikan hasil yang di inginkan oleh mamak ku, iya mungkin ini karena doa mak, dimana ridho Allah ada di Dia.
“lulus mak” jawabku singkat
“Alhamdulilah” mak lansung menghampiri dan memelukku.
Sedangku hanya terdiam kalah itu. Iya sesuai kesepakatan aku bakalan melanjutkan kuliahku di Bengkulu di jurusan yang tak ku tahu.
Esok harinya, aku bertemu dengan widya.
“Gimana hasilnyo bang?” tanya dia padaku
“iyo cak itulah dek, abang keterimo, jadi harus ikut ibu kuliah di sini di Bengkulu” jawabku
“ idak bisa di jogja aja ya? Aku udh regestrasi semuanya bang, yang di unib jugo aku udh aku lepas. Keceknyo ndak di jogja ajo kemarin. Adek dak ndak LDR” jawabnya dengan kesal.
….to be continued..
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maybeanalienwhoknows · 6 months ago
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If you want happy fluffy idea, here's what I got :
-a birthday fic, where it's Taiga's birthday and Seirin organize him a party. Not very original, but cak be very fluffy
-Serin's school festival, what would Kuroko and Taiga's class do ? Again not original and more happy and fun?
-AU meet cute Aokaga ? That's a very loose idea.
-Aokaga one year anniversary or something, where Daiki offers him a very sappy gift, like matching Keychain or something.
-cooking with Mrs Aomine, had the potential to be very angsty, but doesn't have to be.
-Taiga being a nice young man with elderly neighbors, and Daiki being jealous. I just want Daiki to be inconvenienced.
I'm out for now, feel free to do what you want with these (including nothing)
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no because what have i DONE to kagami
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the one with my favorite martian
AKA: J’onn’s intro the CAK ‘verse
*insert itsbeeneightfouryears.gif here* ...
THEN
It's her first big story.
The article runs on the front page of the business section—under the fold, sure, but still fairly prominent. The bold, black text of the headline runs half the width of the page, as does the large candid photo that accompanies the write-up. Kara's certain that the photo accounts for at least 70% of the attention the article has received over the course of the current news cycle; it's perfect. A shot that walks the fine line between candid and staged, capturing an otherwise unremarkable lab space and about a dozen lab techs on the move, dynamic as they go about their routine tasks, but at the center?
Dr. Kimiyo Hoshi, effortlessly commanding the room, unflappable and somehow radiant, in spite of the terrible fluorescent lighting.
Kara makes sure to highlight it at every opportunity. As her coworkers drop by her desk, offer congratulations, give her hearty slaps on the back (that result in more than a few confused murmurings—geez, Kent, you got...a solid shoulder there) she points to the photo, and reminds them,  a picture's worth a thousand words. A response that charms a few of the staff writers, but incenses Perry.
“It's a good article, Kent. Wouldn't have run it on the front of the section if it wasn't,” he says with an almost paternal huff of exasperation. “Stop deflecting and just say, 'thank you.'”
So Kara does, if only to keep peace with her boss. It bothers her, though, to be so firmly in the spotlight for any length of time. It pokes at a wounded part of her—whatever part might've been happy to receive accolades, and recognition, prior to arriving on an alien world where she could be hurt, where Kal could be hurt, if anyone ever got too close to them. To the real them.  
It's only when she's back home with Martha, Jonathan, and Kal that the praise is not immediately met with a level of discomfort. Though, it is a little embarrassing.
“On the fridge? Really?” Kara laughs as she reaches for the milk carton.
“Well, she wanted to hang it up on the bulletin board at the rec center,” Jonathan tells her from his seat at the kitchen table. “I had to talk her down. Bribed her with brand new magnets.”
“Aren't they cute?” Martha smiles at the updated collection. Kara has to agree that yes, the little plastic fruits are cute.
Kal, at least, is less concerned with telling her how great the article is, and more concerned with how professional journalism works. He wants to know everything. The questions last well into the evening; all four of them end up staying up late, comfortably gathered in the living room. Kal's in his usual place, sprawled on the rug, Jonathan in the recliner, Martha and Kara on the couch. It's only when Jonathan starts snoring at an octave unpleasant for Kryptonian super-hearing that they decide to call it a night.
“Put out fresh sheets,” Jonathan tells her through a yawn as he makes his way up the stairs. Both Jonathan and Martha keep insisting that they're eventually going to get around to turning Kara's room into...something. (Guest room and/or office are the prevailing front runners, though 'craft room' and 'home gym' have also been tossed around, on occasion.) The only proof that they've made any sort of progress is the handful of boxes in the back of her closet, otherwise it remains unchanged.
“Thanks,” Kara says, as Kal trails close behind Jonathan. She's about to follow, when the phone rings in the kitchen.
Martha answers. Several seconds pass, and then, from the doorway,
“Kara? It's for you.”
Kara blinks in surprise; she has no idea who it could be. Not any of her coworkers—she's made a point not to mention her routine weekends trips back home—she'd never be able to explain where she gets the money for 'airfare.' And she doubts it's anyone from town—the median age in Smallville is about fifty, and therefore, almost everyone's in bed by eight.
She accepts the receiver from Martha, but not before raising her eyebrows, hoping she can provide some sort of guess as to who it is.
But Martha shakes her head; she doesn't know.
“...Hello?”
“Kara?”
It takes Kara a moment to place the voice, distorted as it is by the phone. “Dr. Hoshi!” she says, both by way of greeting, and in answer to Martha's questioning stare. “...Hi!”
“I haven't caught you at a bad time, have I?”
“No, no, of course not,” Kara says as she leans against the wall. Martha offers a quick wave and mouths goodnight, which prompts Kara to glance at her wrist watch. “Er...uh. Well. It's a bit late, actually.”
“Oh! That's—sorry. I didn't even consider,” Dr. Hoshi says.
“It's fine,” Kara assures her, idly fiddling with the phone cord. “Just...unexpected?” she admits. “This actually isn't...” Kara pauses for a moment, trying to decide how much she wants to share. “...My primary number.”
“I know,” Dr. Hoshi says, “I used our tracking software to find you.”
Kara drops the phone cord. ...The mapping software can do that? A reflexive paranoia causes momentary chaos with her response time; she wants to stammer out some sort of reply, but she can only open her mouth, and close it. It's on maybe the third or forth guppy imitation when she hears a soft chuckle on the other end of the line. “...That was a joke.”
The alarm bells in her mind cease their loud ringing. “Oh, ha,” Kara forces out her own chuckle. “A joke. Of course.”
“I tracked you down the old-fashioned way,” Dr. Hoshi explains. “I asked the receptionist at the Daily Planet for the best number to call.”
“And she gave you this one?” Kara asks, incredulous.  
“No, she gave me five,” Dr. Hoshi laughs. “And I tried them all, several times. This is the first call to get through.” Kara can hear the smile in her voice as she adds, “You're a difficult woman to track down, Miss Kent.”
That's by design. “Oh, that's...I think I just need to update my contact information,” Kara lies. And, because it is late, and Kara's still recovering from that momentary scare, she's inclined to be a little more blunt than she might normally be, otherwise. “Was there something you needed?”
“Well, now it seems silly,” Dr. Hoshi says. “I just...” she trails off briefly. “Wanted to thank you. For your work on the article. I had a chance to sit down and read it today, and...” There's another pause. “It's very well done. Thank you.”
Kara's both relieved, and a little...underwhelmed? She'd almost been expecting the worst—that Dr. Hoshi was displeased with the article. Because why else call at this hour? But...a simple thank you? She probably could have left that with the receptionist at the Planet...
“Oh, uh...” Kara returns to fiddling with the phone cord. “You're welcome. But, really, I was just. Reporting the incredible work you're doing.” 'Stop deflecting, and just say thank you', she can hear Perry saying. “But, ah. Thank you. For the...thank you. Call.” She finishes awkwardly.
“I'm used to not being taken seriously by my peers,” Dr. Hoshi goes on like she hasn't heard Kara. “For a number of reasons, as I'm sure you can imagine, but. The work I'm doing certainly doesn't win me any favors.”
Kara frowns. “Your mapping software is the most advanced cataloging system of its kind,” she says. “The data you've been gathering should be proof of concept—”
Dr. Hoshi cuts her off with a laugh. “See, that's what I'm talking about. Your conviction. Your faith in the work we're doing here. You treat us with respect, and the same cannot always be said of my colleagues.” She sighs. “That is what I wanted to thank you for, Miss Kent.”
Kara is truly at a loss for words. She has to go back to, “You're...you're welcome.”
“I've kept you long enough, I think,” Dr. Hoshi says, and Kara's grateful, because she's not sure she'd be able to keep this conversation going. “And again, sorry about the late call.”
“It's no trouble, really.”
They exchange polite goodbyes, and Kara returns the receiver to its cradle, still processing the exchange.
As she turns off the kitchen light and heads upstairs, she reasons that maybe it's not that weird, this late night thank you call. She remembers her dad and her uncle, and how they would lose track of both time and social graces when wrapped up in a project.
And of course Dr. Hoshi would pick up on...how had she described it? Kara's conviction. Because Kara, for as cagey as she tries to be about some things, has a very hard time not wearing her passion on her sleeve. She's honestly surprised that Dr. Hoshi didn't ask her if she'd be interesting in donating to their funding, for as much apparent interest Kara has in their research.
She tries not to let this worry her as she brushes her teeth and changes into her pajamas. She's just finished putting the clean sheets on her bed, when she hears Kal.
“Who was on the phone?”
He's using their 'super secret cousin communication line'—basically whispering at a volume only the two of them can hear.
“The scientist from the article,” Kara answers, relieved to discover that he didn't resort to eavesdropping to satisfy his curiosity. “She just wanted to say thank you.”
“That's all? ...I figured it was some sort of emergency, cause it's so late.”
“I thought so too, but.” Kara flops down on her bed and closes her eyes. “Nope. Just a thank you.”
“She thinks you did a good job?”
“Seems so.”
“That's good. That she liked it.”
“Mmmm-hmmmm.”
“...”
“...”
“...Kara?”
“...”
“...Are you asleep?”
“...I'd like to be.”
“It was really just a thank you call?”
Kara sighs. “I think...she was just happy that I took her seriously. She liked that the article was respectful, of her and her work.”
“...Why wouldn't it be?”
“Because a lot of people think her work is...” Kara tries to find a good word. “...a waste of time.”
“I thought she made space maps.”
“Not that work.”
“Oh.” There's a lengthy stretch of silence. Kara thinks that perhaps Kal's finally out of questions, and she can get some sleep. But, “Well. What other work does she do?”
Kara stares at the ceiling. The paint and drywall fade away to reveal the dark night sky overhead.
“She wants to find aliens.”
* * *
NOW
The Grand Mesa SETI Installation isn't much to look at, squat and square as it is, surrounded by miles and miles of red dirt and scrub.  The fifteen or so arrays aren't terribly impressive either—in fact, they have something of an eerie quality about them, occasionally shifting, intermittently whirring, all in a slow, synchronized dance.
Against the backdrop of the Arizona desert, it's all just a bit...alien.
Kara would laugh at the irony, if not for the pervading somber mood of the visit.
The interior of the facility is less off-putting than the exterior; no-nonsense linoleum, flat grey walls, plastic furniture left over from the mid-eighties. Kara wonders if the equipment, too, is as dated as the interior decorating, which only makes her frown deepen.
There's no one at the front desk. Kara takes a quick glance at the rest of the facility with her x-ray vision—there are a few blind spots, thanks to what she imagines is old, lead-based paint, but she can see that it's basically a skeleton crew; the bare minimum amount of techs to keep the place running.
Kara sighs quietly to herself as she hears the click of the door on the far side of the front desk.
“Oh, uh. Hi.” It's a man, perhaps in his forties, dressed casually and clearly surprised by her presence. “Um. Are you here to see somebody?”
Kara opens her mouth, but is cut off by the arrival of a second person breezing through the same door.
“She's here to see me,” Dr. Hoshi tells the man. He catches a glimpse of her expression—stony and displeased, and quickly excuses himself. “Hello, Miss Kent.”
She doesn't smile, but the displeasure softens marginally into something like annoyance. Kara marvels at how different this woman is, from the woman she'd written about in her article, years ago. She's still austere, with her sharply styled a-line bob and pristine oxford and slacks, but where there was once idealistic determination in her stern gaze, there is a brittleness; cold and fragile, like thin ice.
“Dr. Hoshi,” Kara greets. “It's been a while.”
“It has,” Dr. Hoshi agrees, but her tone is utterly flat. “But that's to be expected, I suppose. As you can see,” she gestures to the room around them, but it's obvious she means the entire facility. “I'm hardly a high-profile catch these days.”
“You alluded to as much, in your recent...” Accusation? Confession? “...Interview.”
“If you're here for proof,” Dr. Hoshi shakes her head. “I have nothing for you.”
“I know,” Kara says, and Dr. Hoshi's expression changes for the first time since they've started talking. Not much, though. Just a slight narrowing of her eyes, a barely perceptible twitch in her frown.
“Then why are you here?”
“Well,” Kara's relieved for the opportunity to drop the hardened reporter act, “you might not have proof, necessarily. But that doesn't mean there isn't a story here.” Dr. Hoshi looks like she's going to protest. “This is all off the record. I'm not on company time. Honest.” The other woman still regards her with suspicion.
“You came all the way out here, on your own time, just to talk...off the record?”
“I came 'all the way out here' to visit friends in California,” Kara corrects her. “This was on the way.”
Dr. Hoshi regards her for several long moments. Kara feels inclined to add, “I want to hear your side of this. Because...I think you deserve that chance.” She shrugs in what she hopes is a disarming manner. “And I'm just. Still a big fan of your work.”
This seems to be convincing enough for Dr. Hoshi to acquiesce to her presence. Not fully accept it, exactly. But. Tolerate it?
Which Kara can work with.
“Was doing,” Dr. Hoshi tells her, breezing past Kara and gesturing for her to follow. They enter a hallway off the main lobby and head deeper into the box-like building. Handcarts stacked high with half-packed boxes of broken and outdated instruments litter the spaces outside of large rooms that house the actual monitoring equipment: computers just as boxy and unremarkable as the cardboard boxes in the halls.
“This entire facility is obsolete,” Dr. Hoshi explains over her shoulder. “We're basically a glorified tax right-off.”
“They put you here to keep you quiet and out of the way,” Kara surmises. Dr. Hoshi nods.
“And I got tired of keeping quiet.”
Kara nods. She'd seen the 'tell-all' interview, an impassioned accusation on a local news channel that had stumbled its way on to the national news scene when a LexCorp lawyer happened to catch a rerun of the broadcast while holed up in a grimy motel off of 10. (Why a LexCorp lawyer was even in a grimy motel in Arizona in the first place was conveniently left out of the equation, no doubt thanks to LexCorp's not inconsiderable PR team.) Had the lawyer never seen the footage, it probably would've faded into obscurity. Some loony, local scientist claims big business stole her stuff.
Big whoop.
Dr. Hoshi flips on a light switch, and the dim set of fluorescent overhead lights are joined by a second set of equally dim fluorescence lights; these ones buzz louder, though.
“Do you think they'll fire you?” Kara asks, watching as Dr. Hoshi begins what looks like a routine check of the computers and recording apparatuses.
“No, not really,” she says with an air of grim acceptance. “It will be easier for them to blacklist me. I'll be forced to stay here, and they'll be able to keep an eye on me.” She pauses, and stares at the large arrays in the red expanse just outside of the building. There's a dull whine as they turn their large, concave faces to the east. Mechanized sunflowers, searching the starlight. “All these relics, constantly recording. And I'm the only thing here LexCorp cares about monitoring.” She says this quietly, more to herself than Kara.
Kara gives her a moment, not wanting to be rude as she gently continues her questions. “Do you know if LexCorp is using your technology currently? Do you know if they used it to track the Doomsday Event?”
“The Doomsday Event was a terrorist attack,” Dr. Hoshi parrots the widely-accepted official statement. Kara blinks, surprised to hear that line come from Dr. Hoshi.
“But what about Supergir—” Kara starts to say, only to swallow the rest of her sentence whole as Dr. Hoshi slowly turns.
“...What about Supergirl?” She asks, eyes narrowed. Kara frantically tries to think. She's only done a handful of interviews, and she can't remember. She can't remember...did she ever say it? Did she ever admit that she was an alien?
“I thought,” Kara clears her throat. “I thought she confirmed. That Doomsday was extraterrestrial.” She hopes Dr. Hoshi doesn't follow the news too closely; Kara never actually commented on the Doomsday Event.
“...Maybe she did,” Dr. Hoshi says with a shrug, turning her intense stare away from Kara. Kara breathes a little easier. “And maybe it was. But STAR Labs handled the autopsy, and they insist that whatever attacked Metropolis was human in origin. I know LexCorp tried to bully them into sharing access to their findings, but they were never successful.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, because I did some of the bullying.” Dr. Hoshi says. Kara's eyes widen. “But it became clear to me that they weren't going to budge, so I backed off, and focused on my own work. LexCorp 'locked down' my research shortly thereafter. Maybe in retaliation, for failing to procure the STAR Labs files. Or maybe because they felt they were falling behind in the new space race, and my insistence that we should proceed slowly and carefully and follow the science was too much of a hindrance.”
Dr. Hoshi's voice rises slightly as she ends her statement; it's the most emotion Kara's seen from her since she arrived, even more than the quiet suspicion of LexCorp's spying.
“...I'm sorry,” Kara says. And she means it.
Dr. Hoshi must sense this, because she lets out a very long sigh, and even offers a smile. It still carries that brittle quality, though. “Thank you.”
They share a moment of mutual silence before Dr. Hoshi turns to inspect the last computer.
“So, no. LexCorp was not using my work, prior to the Doomsday event. But they're almost certainly using it now.” She leans in close to the screen, and types something on the keyboard. “Or, they're leasing it to the military. We'll probably never know for sure, though.” She squints, and types another command in on the keyboard. “Odd...”
“What's odd?” Kara asks, moving to stand closer to the computer. There's a lot of information on the screen, but Kara can't decipher it. It just looks like a lot of random numbers and letters.
“This computer tracks our data here against the information gathered at the sister installation, down in Brazil. There's a lag, but the systems generally keep in sync, which we use to make sure everything's up and running properly.”
“So if they fall out of sync—”
“Something's broken.”
“It's not just...picking up space radio waves?”
Dr. Hoshi chuckles. “No. See this collection of data here?” She points to a set of numbers on the screen. Kara nods. “It's essentially too strong to be from space. Something is physically affecting an array.”
“Here?”
“No, down in Brazil.” Dr. Hoshi moves to the other side of the lab and grabs a phone from one of the desks. Kara hears the dial tone, and then the rapid succession of key tones.
She plans on listening to the entire call, of course—all the while making a show of how very interesting this computer screen is—until the conversation lapses into Portuguese. Kara winces.
Mental note: Learn Portuguese.
Given the tone of the individual on the other end of the line, Kara gets the sense that something is wrong. Maybe not catastrophically wrong, but the other scientist is clearly distressed. Dr. Hoshi says something that Kara assumes is meant to be assuring before ending the call.
“I'm sorry, Miss Kent, but I'm afraid we'll have to cut this visit short.”
Yes, we will. “That's okay, I understand,” Kara tells her as Dr. Hoshi leads her back into the hall. “Is everything alright?”
“There's some sort of...” Kara can see that the other woman is choosing her words carefully. “Mechanical problem, which means I get to look forward to a long evening of phone tag. Complete with international rates.” She smiles ruefully.  “Another tax write-off for LexCorp.”
Dr. Hoshi apologizes again for the abrupt end to the visit, but Kara is quick to remind her that this was unplanned.
“Now we're even,” Kara says, and Dr. Hoshi blinks at her in confusion. “Um. From when you called me, back when the article...never mind.”
Dr. Hoshi is kind enough to ignore the awkward moment, and simply wishes her well on her visit to California.
“Are you driving?” Dr. Hoshi asks as Kara digs her car keys out of her purse. Kara heads for the parking lot.
“Just a rental,” she says, holding up the key fob and the bright yellow tag attached to it. “I'm heading to the airport.”
“Have a safe flight, then.” Dr. Hoshi says, and returns to squat brick building.
Kara drives back into town and returns the car to the rental agency. That part wasn't a lie. And technically speaking, she is going to fly.
She finds a secluded spot, behind some buildings on the edge of town, and tugs at her shirt, revealing the primary-colored costume beneath.
Up, up, and away.
* * *
The only similarity between the Grand Mesa and the Montanha Verde SETI installations are the collection of large arrays flanking the main buildings; while Grand Mesa's surrounded by a vast sea of parched, red earth, Montanha Verde lives up to its name, nestled atop a collection of vibrant green foothills, the arrays dotting the terraced slope of the mountainside just above.
As Kara touches down on one of the far hills, she takes a quick x-ray scan of the building and the immediate surrounding area, mentally tallying the number of people onsite.
There are more techs here than at the Grand Mesa facility; she hurriedly does the math. If it comes down to it, she can clear the entire site in two minutes. Depending on wind speed, anyway.
She's hoping that won't be the case. As it turns out, 'mechanical failure' means that one of the arrays is on fire, and threatening to topple into an adjacent array, which is troubling enough on its own. More troubling, is the potential for the arrays to tumble down the mountainside, right into the back corner of the main building.
Easy fix, she decides as she (literally) flies into action. She decides against freeze breath, not wanting to damage the arrays further. Instead she flies in a tight circle around the flames, creating a vortex that robs them of oxygen. The flames die down almost instantly; she does send a light breeze in the direction of the singed metal, just to cool it down.
Once she's certain the nearby vegetation won't catch fire again, she lands, and pulls the leaning array back into position. She welds a quick patch into place—hardly a permanent solution, but better than simply hoping the compromised array won't fall over.
Some of the techs want to rush over as soon as they see her finish with the spot weld, but she holds up her hands, stay back! They nod, and keep a safe distance.
“Thank you,” they all start to talk over one another as she approaches, and that's the only phrase she can 1.) pick out and 2.) understand.
She underlines her mental note. Learn Portuguese!!
“You're welcome. I'm—sorry, I don't,” now only a few of the techs are talking, realizing that she's a little overwhelmed. “I don't speak—”
“Verde, verde,” Kara hears.
“Verde? Right, Montanha Verde,” she points over to the building, hoping she's understood. But one of them—a man with dark hair greying at the temples and a neatly trimmed beard—shakes his head profusely.
“Verde monstro.”
“Green...monster?” Kara can't imagine that word meaning anything else. The man doesn't confirm if she's translated correctly; he points farther down the ridge, past the land cleared for the facility, where the cropped vegetation gives way to actual jungle.
It's both the last thing Kara expects—this was supposedly just a mechanical failure, after all—and yet somehow, terribly fitting. Of course a 'green monster' would be the source of mysterious troubles at a SETI facility.
“I'll check it out,” Kara tells them, hoping her tone and facial expression help get the meaning across.  She takes off quickly, only to belatedly realize that perhaps it's not terribly wise, to charge into unfamiliar terrain.
It's not like there's anything on Earth that can hurt you, Kara reminds herself.
Still. She doesn't love the prospect of accidentally spooking a wild animal. She slows down and flies just above the canopy, keeping her eyes trained on the forest floor for any signs of...whatever tracks a green monster might make.
She keeps up the search for several hours, and tries not to think about the fact that this is a textbook case of needle in a haystack. She's not physically tired when she finally calls it quits, but   it's getting dark; the search is only going to become more and more difficult as the sun sinks lower in the sky.
She spots a clearing and drops into a quick landing, intent on checking the wristwatch she keeps in her cape pocket while there's still enough light to see. It's set to Metropolis time, and she's somewhere west of Belem, but what is that in terms of longitude—?
Kara doesn't notice it at first. Or, she does notice it, but it doesn't register until it's almost too late—she mentally cataloged it as just. Typical forest sounds.
But there's a pattern. A rhythm.
Footsteps.
Kara whirls and her heat vision goes off without conscious thought—just a bright beam of blue that shoots in whatever direction she's looking. A half-fallen tree branch bursts into flames.
“Argh!”
The yell isn't Kara's—a tall, something. Man? Stumbles back, away from the flame, bringing an arm up to shield his face.
Kara sends a gust of cold air on the flames, not wanting to create an international incident. Superhero Burns Down Amazon Rainforest by Accident is a headline Kara would very much like to avoid.
The man continues his frenzied retreat from the flames, only to stumble over a large exposed root. He lands on his back, hard.
“Please,” he says in a voice that is distinctly not human. “Please, do not kill me.”
He drops his arms, revealing his face. Green skin and bright red eyes.
Verde monstro.
Except, no. Not a monster. Not a monster at all; frightened and confused lab techs had, perhaps understandably, seen something unfamiliar, something monstrous among the flames. But Kara is not frightened and confused. Startled, maybe, but otherwise able to see how scared he is. She can hear it.
“I'm not going to kill you,” she tells him, holding out her hands in an open, non-threatening gesture. “I'm sorry about my—about the fire,” she apologizes. “That happens sometimes. When I'm scared.”
She doesn't move forward at all—she doesn't want to do anything that could be perceived as aggression. She lets him set the pace of this...encounter? Exchange? Whatever this is.
He uses the opportunity to climb to his feet, all the while keeping a close eye on her. He remains tense, arms bent in a defensive position.
“I'm—” Kara knows she should say Supergirl, but what comes out instead is, “Kara Zor-El. I'm here to help.”
He says nothing. They continue to stare at one another for a very long time.
After a small eternity, he finally speaks.
“My name is J'onn J'onzz,” he says. “And I don't think you can.”
* * *
Kara starts a fire—deliberately, and safely, this time—and invites J'onn to take a seat.
He does take a seat. About ten feet away from the flames.
“...You don't want to sit closer?” Kara asks. It's possible he's impervious to extreme temperatures, like her and Kal, but. If he sits closer to the light at least, the conversation might be a little less...spooky.
(Because, as much as Kara hates to admit it, she can understand why the lab techs were scared; J'onn's face is comprised of hard angles, and a long, ovular cranium. Not unlike the shape humans ascribe to the stereotypical 'Gray' aliens supposedly found at Roswell. But, more so than the harsh angles and green skin, Kara thinks perhaps they were mostly reacting to the glowing red eyes.)
“No,” J'onn says simply.
Kara nods. “Okay.”
Another small eternity passes. And then,
“My planet...burned to death.”
Kara stares at him across the flames, watching the shadows shift over his face as he pointedly turns away from the fire.
A heavy sadness settle in her chest.
“You're a refugee,” she says.
J'onn doesn't look at her. He keeps his face turned away. “Someone who is forced to leave their home to escape war, persecution, or a natural disaster,” he recites the definition. “Yes. I am.”
Kara takes a deep breath, reflexively reaching for the edge of her cape, to run her fingers of the corner. An outlet for her pent-up emotions. “I'm sorry,” she says quietly. “Did...did anyone else escape?”
“I am the last.”
Tears spring to Kara's eyes, the words landing on all the broken bits, the still-healing bits that she buries down deep inside. They press down hard and cause her to let out a watery chuckle, which J'onn probably thinks is extremely rude.
But he must see the glint of the firelight reflecting off her tears, because his expression is one of confusion, not outrage. And Kara then explains,
“Same, actually.”
The confusion lingers only a moment longer, before understanding sets in. He nods.
And then, slowly, he stands.
Kara watches, a little confused herself, until she sees him skirt the edge of the clearing, and come to sit fractionally closer to her. Still quite far from the flames, but. Most definitely closer.
“I'm...sorry.”
She wipes at her tears and takes a steadying breath. “Me too.”
* * *
It's weird. Not a bad weird, but certainly some kind of weird—two complete strangers sharing stories of lost home worlds around a campfire, somewhere at the edge of the Amazon Rainforest.
Kara can't remember which one of them started it. She thinks maybe it was J'onn who got the ball rolling, telling her a little bit about Mars. Not much; there was still a guarded element to his demeanor, and Kara would eventually come to understand that wariness was borne of having spent so long on Earth hiding. Decades to her fifteen or so odd years.
And then she started talking about Krypton. Really talking about Krypton. The blemished, imperfect Krypton that Kara had, perhaps a bit unintentionally, scrubbed clean for Kal's bedtime stories.
Talking with Kal...it was just stories. Because all he knew was Earth.
Talking with J'onn—he knew. He'd had friends, family, a daily routine. Favorite foods that could never be replicated, because the ingredients no longer existed.
“That's why I wanted Dr. Hoshi's work to succeed,” Kara finds herself explaining, as the conversation inevitably turns to how they both came to be in Brazil in the first place. “I mean. Obviously, it's going to be...a long time, before Earth reaches the point where they have the technology necessary for intergalactic communication, let alone travel, but...” she purses her lips, and stares into the flames. “I'd like to think that someday, aliens will just be a fact of life. And then...maybe...” she sighs. “Maybe. We won't have to hide.”
She can see J'onn shift in her peripheral vision.
“That is where we differ,” he says. “I've been on this planet a very long time. I don't think we'll ever be able to stop hiding.”
Kara wants to argue the point, but J'onn continues, “There's a group that's been following me. Hunting me. I don't know how they're managing to track me.” J'onn looks off in the direction of the SETI facility. “I...overheard, that they were planning to make use of facilities like the one on that mountain ridge. If not to track us on this planet, then to track those like us before they even arrive.”
“Is that...” Kara swallows. “Why you...”
“I didn't want to injure anyone, I only wanted to disable their tools.” J'onn tells her, and Kara can't help that her first thought is one of stern judgement, that he's basically admitted to destroying private property, and by extension, potentially endangering all those people. “But I miscalculated, and the dish caught fire.” He takes a breath. “So I ran.”
“I...I understand your...” Kara doesn't think concern is the right word to use. “...Fear. I do. Really.” And she does. It's now, in her adulthood, that she's recognizing that it was not normal or healthy, for a thirteen-year-old to live with the constant background radiation of worry that a shadowy government organization could come snatch her or Kal at any time, with no warning or consequence. “But we can't just assume that everyone—that they're all like the group that's—” hunting, stalking, preying, “following you.”
“You have not encountered these people,” Kara can see that J'onn is making an effort to respond calmly. His shoulders tense, and his hands curl into fists. “You do not understand.”
It's a sobering reminder, one that Kara doesn't counter, even though she'd really like to. As alike as they are, they've also led very, very different lives. Kara has to respect that.
“You're right,” is what she decides to go with. “I'll never fully understand, and I'm sorry, for everything you've had to endure.”
“...Thank you.”
* * *
WHUP, WHUP, WHUP.
Kara grumbles in irritation. Her apartment building is 'centrally located, close to public transit, ideal for commuters,' which is realtor speak for: overlooks the elevated train tracks of the city's metro system on one side, and the approach to the Monarch Bridge on the other. So if it's not the sound of the yellow line waking her in the morning, it's the sound of a traffic copter, covering rush hour.
She reaches for her quilt, intent on burrowing beneath the covers to try and catch a few more minutes of sleep.
The quilt feels. Weirdly like her cape? That's—
She's awake in an instant, as the sounds of the helicopter become impossibly loud and close. She's not in her apartment; she's in Brazil—her and J'onn had talked so long, that she ended up deciding to simply catch an hour or so of sleep before heading back to the states, just before dawn. J'onn had offered to stick around and keep watch, 'just in case.'
Kara thought it was both courteous and maybe a little unnecessary at the time.
Boy, does she feel foolish.
“It's them,” J'onn says in a strained voice, eyes trained on the sky. “I have to go.”
He's already turning to head deeper into the jungle. Kara jumps to her feet, shaking off leaves and dirt.
“Wait, wait, there has to be...something we can do—” Kara says, rushing after him, but as she says it, she thinks, what? What can we do? Talk to them? Fight them? She's not even sure who this 'them' is. She's only heard J'onns vague accounts of their various encounters, and she gets the sense that he doesn't really know who they are, either.  
“Don't involve yourself in this,” J'onn says, not bothering to look back at her as he speaks. “You're fortunate, you look like them. You have a life to go back to.” The words are painful to hear, but probably even more painful for J'onn to say, and they aren't untrue. “So, go.”
But Kara won't. She can't.
“Let me help you, at least,” Kara insists, reaching out to try and touch J'onn's shoulder. The movement makes him turn, causing him to slow.
There's a sharp Crack! followed by a terrible sound of wet impact. J'onn grunts, and falls to his knees.
“J'onn!” Kara cries out in concern, stooping to support him before he falls forward completely. A figure emerges from the dense brush and trees.
“Supergirl, what an unexpected surprise.” Kara looks up to see a black man dressed in camouflage fatigues, holding a semi-automatic weapon. The tag above his left breast pocket reads: H. Henshaw. “Didn't know you were hunting this monster as well.”
J'onn lets out another pained grunt. Kara helps him to apply pressure on the wound on his abdomen. “Do I know you?”
“No, but we know you,” Henshaw says with a terrible grin. “It's our business, to know all about our...” he pauses, and brings up his gun to train the sight on J'onn. “Strange visitors, from other planets.”
Kara positions herself between Henshaw and J'onn. “Are you CIA? Military?”
“I'm afraid that's classified information,” Henshaw says. “Move.”
“I'm not going to let you kill him,” Kara says fiercely.
“Careful, Supergirl,” Henshaw growls, tightening his grip on his gun. “So early in your career...do you really want to make yourself an enemy of the state?”
Kara doesn't know how to respond; she's desperately trying to think through this. Trying to see all the angles, all the potential consequences, instead of rushing in. (As she's prone to do.) But she can hear J'onn's labored breathing, her attention thus divided, her mind running in too many different directions.  
Henshaw must mistake her hesitation for defiance. “Alright, let's try something else. Move, or I'll have a group of agents at that quaint little farm of yours faster than you can blink.”
Kara can't stop the strangled choking noise that works its way out of her mouth—no, no, she was so careful, she'd always been so careful...
You never should have become Supergirl, she thinks, but then, as she continues to stare, wide-eyed at Henshaw's face, she has a horrifying realization that he looks familiar. She's seen him before. Somewhere. Some--
A memory. Smallville. Shortly after her and Kal had landed, going into town with Martha, having pancakes at the diner before finishing their errands...
A couple of guys in suits at the far end of the restaurant. She caught their eyes a few time, but thought it was a fluke. An awkward, accidentally moment of eye contact.
But it wasn't. It wasn't a fluke, it wasn't an accident, they had found them. They'd known all along. But how?! She thinks, borderline hysterical. How had they evaded her detection? She has super-hearing! She can see through walls!
It's a struggle to simply breathe through the panic and processing; she doesn't notice as Henshaw loads a new cartridge into his gun—one that gives off a subtle glow in the milky, pre-dawn light.
He's about to fire, but there's a roar from behind Kara.
“Wha—no!” Henshaw yells as J'onn barrels into him. They both tumble further into the trees. Kara forces her mind to stop spinning in frenzied circles long enough to clamber unsteadily to her feet. They've known, they've always known—
Focus! She tells herself, and charges after the two men. She can hear them before she sees them, the grunting, the struggling, another gunshot.
Someone yells—Henshaw. But the yelling fades, like he's—
She's spotted them now. She surges forward through a tight knot of trees. J'onn is slumped at the edge of a cliff.
Henshaw is not with him.
“He...he went over, I wasn't—” J'onn tries to say, but he's breathing heavily, and still clutching his side. “—Not strong enough, not fast enough to pull him back—”
He passes out, at that point. She approaches the edge of the cliff, just enough to see that it's...a very long way down.
She presses the back of her fist to her mouth, eyebrows drawing together in distress as she imagines the fall. She proceeds no further. There's no need.
Instead, she picks J'onn up as gently as she can, and extends her hearing as far as it will go. The helicopter has landed a few miles to the south, and she can hear two separate scouting parties.
They need to leave.
They also need to...figure out what to do about these people, the ones who have been following J'onn, and apparently Kara as well.
...One crisis at a time, Kara decides.
She takes off, her speed probably more than a little reckless, but she needs to get J'onn help. And fast.
...She just hopes that the Danvers know as much about patching up Martians as they do about patching up Kryptonians.
* * *
Alex usually isn't allowed to have a second juice box, but she takes her chances asking mom if it would be okay. After all, Kara is visiting, and when Kara visits, sometimes the rules change a little bit.
Like getting a second juice box.
(She checks to see if any of the grown-ups are looking, before quickly grabbing a third juice box that she stuffs under her sweatshirt.)
She makes sure to close the refrigerator before hurrying past the dining room, where Kara and her parents are. They don't notice her, which is okay—they're really busy talking.
So she continues on her way to the family room. It's a little messier than normal, and for once, it isn't because Alex has forgotten to clean up her toys. Instead, there are Band-Aids and stuff all over. She's careful not to disturb anything—it's all stuff that only the grown-ups are allowed to use, and she's already sneaking juice boxes, so. Best not to break any more rules.
She settles herself on the couch, fluffing a pillow, and getting comfortable before she turns her attention to her juice box. She pulls off the straw and bites through the plastic wrapper.
The big green man that Kara brought with her stirs at the other end of the couch.
“Wanna juice box?” Alex asks, removing the super-secret extra one from under her sweatshirt. “It's fruit punch.”
The big green man blinks at her with his glowing red eyes. Christmas colors, Alex thinks.
“Fruit...punch?”
“It's really good,” Alex explains. “Because it has all the fruits. Together.”
She offers it to him. He looks at it for a second, before reaching out to take it.
“...Thank you.”
“Welcome,” Alex says. She starts on her own juice box, then realizes the green man is still staring at his. “Oh. You gotta—” Alex reaches over and pulls off the straw to hand it to him. He takes it, but he stares at that too. So she reaches over again and takes the straw, slamming it on the coffee table to get it to pop up out of the plastic.
She sets the wrapper off to the side, and gives him the straw once more. “Now poke it through the silver dot.” She points to the top of the juice box.
The green man follows her instructions. The straw slides into place. “Yeah. Like that.”
She watches as he takes a hesitant sip. The juice box trembles a little in his grip, but that's probably because he was hurt earlier, and is still getting better.
“It is...very good.” He says after several more sips. Alex smiles.
“Toldja.”
They sit side by side, enjoying their juice boxes in companionable silence. As Alex finishes her own, the cardboard crumpling as she noisily slurps the last fruity drops, she says, “My name's Alex.”
“I'm J'onn J'onzz,” the man says.
“Are you from Krypton, like Kara?”
“...No...I'm from Mars.”
“Oh.” Alex nods. “Okay.” She looks down at her hands, and counts on her fingers. “My...very...educated...mother...” She looks up. “That's right next to Earth!” she smiles. “Like a next-door neighbor.”
“...Yes,” J'onn agrees.
She looks over to see that he's finished his juice box, too. “Want another one? Mom will probably say it's okay, because you're sick.”
J'onn regards his empty juice box. “Would it also be...fruit punch?”
“Yeah.”
“...Then yes, please.” He gives her a small smile. “I would like another juice box.”
* * *
It takes J'onn two days to recover. It's mostly thanks to his own healing ability—Eliza and Jeremiah do as much as they can for him, but their resources are limited.
So, he spends the two days sleeping in their guest bedroom. Kara spends those two days thanking Eliza and Jeremiah profusely.
“I owe you guys,” she tells them.
“You can pay us back in juice boxes,” Jeremiah says.
J'onn is up and about by day three, and pretty much immediately insists on leaving.
“I'm a danger to you all, staying here.” The Danvers try to reassure him that, it's fine, that he doesn't need to feel like he has to flee into the night.
But. Kara had told them. About the man, Henshaw, and what he had revealed to her, when he'd cornered them in the jungle.
“They probably know about you, too,” Kara admits with a grim expression. “I'm so sorry.”
“Don't be,” Eliza says with a firm shake of her head. “We were well aware of the risks, when you came to us after the Doomsday Event.”
“But J'onn's right,” Kara says. “It's dangerous—”
“Then it's a good thing we've got a Kryptonian on speed-dial,” Jeremiah interrupts with a grin.  
“Still, I understand why he's anxious to go,” Eliza concedes. “Is there anything we can do to help him?”
Kara admits she isn't sure, and is determined to find out. Which is how she finds herself in the Danvers' backyard, joining J'onn in quietly admiring the sunset.
“I've never been able to just,” he takes a long, deep breath. “Enjoy this planet.”
Kara nods in somber understanding. But then adds, “One of the things Earth has going for it,” she smiles. “It's beautiful.”
“It is.”
Encouraged by his agreement, Kara continues, “And a lot of the people on this planet...are really wonderful too.”
She braces for an argument. But,instead, J'onn looks down at his hand, and Kara realizes he's holding a juice box.
“I still have a hard time believing that,” he says. “...But I would like to try.”
She nods again. “The Danvers want to help,” Kara tells him, crossing her arms over her shirt. She's not in costume. Standing next to J'onn, though, with his regal blue cape and dark, armored suit, she feels under dressed. “We all want to help. However we can.”
“That group...I think they're called the D.E.O.”
Kara frowns. “How do you know that?”
“I heard one of the other agents,” he says, which Kara finds strange. She'd heard the agents too, but they'd mostly just been whispering commands and confirming locations, entirely in code; she hadn't heard any of them openly discussing specifics.
But then, maybe he meant he'd heard it during one of their earlier encounters.
“They'll be looking for Henshaw.”
She turns away from him. “There's no way he survived that fall,” she says in a low voice, trying not to think of the man's grizzly fate. She's still horrified by what Henshaw told her, and she got the impression that the man took a sickening glee in the prospect of killing J'onn—and possibly any alien they deemed 'too powerful' to conceivably coexist with humanity in peace. But still. It was a gruesome end, one Kara wouldn't wish on anyone.  
“I'm going to take his place,” J'onn says suddenly.
Kara starts. “What?”
She turns back to face him and he's—something's happening. There's a red glow that envelopes his entire body, and J'onn's face fades away, replaced by the face of Hank Henshaw.
Kara gapes.
“I've thought about this,” he says, “If Henshaw is listed as 'MIA', or worse, it they find and identify his remains at the bottom of that ravine, they'll intensify their search, maybe even respond more harshly to perceived 'threats'.
“But if I take his place...I can divert their entire operation. Change it from the inside.” Kara's trying to focus on his plan, because, as wild as it is, it's...admittedly a very good one. It would potentially solve...a lot of problems.
...But she's silently freaking-out, just a little. J'onn just—dead! Dead guy! Dead guy, standing here, talking to me! “I can make it safer on this planet, for people like us.”
“That's—you—” Kara shakes her head. “You can shapeshift???”
J'onn smiles.
“I can also read minds.”
* * *
“—and she didn't come back, but satellite imagery suggests she left Brazil alive, with an injured civilian. They entered U.S. airspace that morning.”
“...I see.”
“Did you get the reports on the array? The damage was surprisingly minimal.”
“...I did get the reports, but I still need to look them over.” She ends the conversation abruptly, knowing she'll have to apologize to Dr. Silva later.
But she doesn't really care.
Because how was it, that within hours—hours—of speaking off the record with Kara Kent about an incident at the Montanha Verde installation, Supergirl arrived at that very same location, without any explanation as to how she knew they were in trouble, how she even knew where to go?
The obvious explanation is that Kara leaked the story to someone with connections to Supergirl. Or maybe Kara herself was in contact with the superhero.
Or.
Or.
Dr. Hoshi retreats to her office. A sparse room consisting of a desk, a chair, and a meticulously organized bookshelf. It's free of any personal touches—Kimiyo remembers feeling like it would have been admitting defeat, to settle down here. To invest in the lie LexCorp was building, about her. Her career.
Normally, the sight of the office simply depresses her. Now?
She finds herself growing angry.
She sits at the desk, and thinks. Kara Kent had always been so invested in their work. Kara Kent had come here, unannounced, and had basically received a VIP tour, getting an up-close look at their monitoring equipment. (However rudimentary and obsolete it may be.)
And there was that business about the Doomsday Event. And Supergirl.
Supergirl...who went to help with the damaged array. The damaged array that Kimiyo had specifically mentioned.
To Kara Kent.
...A crazy theory, she decides. But then, how many widely accepted scientific truths began as mere crazy theories?
She just has to test it.
But to test a crazy theory, you need funding. And resources.
She looks around the small, bleak office.
She reaches for the phone on her desk. Dials a familiar number.
The call is picked up on the second ring.
“Kimiyo, hello. What a pleasant surprise,” the greeting is not delivered with any sort of sincerity. “Has E.T. phoned home yet?”
Kimiyo refuses to dignify the stupid joke with a response. “I want out of here, Lex.”
“You're welcome to tender your resignation at any time.”
“I know how we can get back at STAR Labs,” Kimiyo says.
The line goes quiet for a time.
“I'm listening.”
“It's just a theory, at this point. I'd need to test it...I'd need—”
“Access to your research? Your old lab?” his tone is mocking.
“And money.”
“Natch.”
“You wanted Doomsday, right?”
“...You have something on Doomsday?”
“No,” Kimiyo admits, and Lex makes an irritated noise. “...I might have something on Supergirl.”
She waits for his response.
There's a chuckle. A laugh. A guffaw, and she's certain she's blown her chance at redemption, that she's destroyed her career for a record second time in the space of three years.
But then he speaks.
“That's even better.”
Dr. Hoshi takes a steadying breath.
“So we have a deal?”
Lex Luthor laughs, in a manner most unsettling.
“Oh, yes.”
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NOTES:
- I generally try to keep the notes to a minimum but THIS ONE’S GONNA NEED SOME EXPLANATION - It took me forever to decide on when J’onn appears in the CAK universe. I had initially planned on just using the date and circumstances from the show, essentially replacing Jeremiah with Kara. - Buuuuuut that would mean J’onn would arrive when Alex was a teenager, and the thought of Smol Alex inspiring J’onn to have faith in humanity was. Too compelling of a notion to pass up. XD  - So this kind of contradicts events in ‘the one where alex saves the world’ but those inconsistencies can be handwaved away with: Alex wasn’t aware that her cool Martian friend she met One Time is the same guy as Kara’s grumpy colleague from the DEO.  - TIMELINE CHECK: This takes place before, and then after ‘the one with the beginning’ (AKA the Doomsday one.) - As always: the science is just pure made-up nonsense, cobbled together from light Googling and my vague recollections of Contact. - Kara finds J’onn in Brazil as opposed to Peru because I definitely misremembered episode 1x17.  - And SPEAKING OF, if the whole trip seems contrived and like it was meant to be the beginning of a much longer plot/mystery, that’s because it was, but I lost the notes to what I had initially planned.  
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thesoundofmadness · 6 years ago
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(CAK/LHH Combined AU)
Clouse: *disses either Kai or Skylor*
Lloyd: >:O
Lloyd: *picks up Clouse and puts him in the trash* it's where you belong
Kai, seeing Clouse suddenly being turned sideways and put upside down in the trash: ????
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MORE CUP HEAD HEAD CANONS GRRRRRR (sorry for spelling mistakes, typing fast asf)
•after finding out jackpot goes to the herbal shop with Minnie, he will occasionally buy jackpot treats and visit the shop to "bond with cala for awhile" but is actually just sitting outside in a chair letting jackpot and giving him treats
•whenever he has a tea bag in his head he'll subconsciously nibble on the tag on the teabag
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(Them) and accidentally pulls the teabag out of his head
• is absolutely terrified of donkeys, elder kettle once bought a donkey and cup tried to play with it but got kicked across the lawn by the donkey instead, had to have mugs parry him bc he literally fucking died
• will occasionally whip out a posh British accent when he's feeling silly :33
• sometimes can actually understand the Warners, and sometimes just stares at us for a couple seconds (side eyeing btw)
•has eaten shaving foam before, describes it as rotten dirt and whipped cream and mint
• tried to hold a kitten like a mom cat before as a kid, (like, grabbed a kitten by the neck with his mouth and crawled around for like a minute before elder kettle stopped him)
• idk if I've said this already but is one more inconvenience from shooting himself
•during his time in BHs care he used to get self conscious about Jos drawing and would tear them down from the hallways, BH told him off, gave him a very fake sounding compliment about his "artistic abilities" and then put them back up
• has occasionally been deep into a convo with brute and slapped himself in his head bc he realized he kinda agreed with brute on what they were talking out and immediately made sure he disagreed or twisted the convo into making brute sound like he was wrong
•HATES any pizza but plain cheese, can't eat it for whatever reason
•cant spell, perfect punctuation
• if you know big tugg, basically the same person in a modern au it's amazing
• has found a rubber pp on the street once and threw it someone in the face, spent at least 5 minutes laughing that night
•most random shit in his pockets, found a light bulb in there once it's a cave of random shit
• cuddle bug (I might have said this already)
• can sleep standing up
• accidentally fucked up the symbol to summon the boss once and summoned a succubus, immediately shot her 🙏
• stretches like a cat, makes sure no one is watching when he does bc it's embarrassing asf
• really likes sitting on top of a moving train, can't though so he just looks out the window
• sunset at a lake >>>>>> sunrise at a beach
• "chocolat cak.." Goes insane over chocolate cake
• cried the night Holly and cup fell out
• would be good with kids, but would teach them bad words and make them chase people while laughing hysterically
• permanent cat scars from being mauled by feral cats
I love cup sm.. :(((
Someone get this fuck some therapy I can't see him like this anymore it's killing me slowly.. STRANGER TO MY EYESSS STRUMMING MY PAIN WITH HIS FINGERSSSSS
You got anymore cuphead hcs?😼
Not alot idk🙏🙏 give me a genre
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don't stand so close to me idea:
ok so i was thinking of something more fluffy rather than smut, what if reader suggested they bake something(strawberry shortcake) and bruno agrees to this and they use his kitchen, reader then realizes bruno can't help bake since he still has papers to attend to, so she keeps begging him to help bc she wants to bond w/ him and when he finally gives in, bruno tries to snatch some strawberries away and reader tells him off, then they just mess around with the flour and smear it all on each others faces, just alot of fluff and cuteness, okay so maybe this CAN have smut(since y'know you have to bake and refrigerate the cake for a bit ig we can have smut here) after that the kitchen is just overall a MESS flour everywhere, sink is full of dishes but that doesn't matter bc they enjoy the cake in each others embrace while cuddling and being kissy with each other ^ _ ^♡♡
-also can i be 🌺 anon? or 💟
(Don’t Stand So Close To Me (18+) (Part 8)
Teacher!Bruno Madrigal x Student!Fem!Reader
Modern Day!Imagine
Non-Magic AU
Summary: After their cute little picnic, Bruno and reader go back to his house to make a strawberry shortcake
Warnings: Smut, swearing, Age gap, inappropriate thoughts, teacher/student (STUDENT IS OF AGE), sir kink, Papi/daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, fluff
Word Count: 2466
Italics will mostly be his direct thoughts or his imagination
Author Note: Sorry I took a while to post this part, I was really onto it at first and almost finished until I woke up from a dream where Bruno cheated on me with my sister and I haven't been able to think since, but I'm over it now because well...it was a dream, lol. oh yeah! and the rats are named after my friend's rats (Mozzarella and Feta)
Don't Stand So Close To Me (Masterlist)
(Part 7) >(Part 8)< (Part 9)
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"Can we make a strawberry shortcake instead?" she asked just as I finished grabbing out everything for cookies.
"You couldn't have said that earlier?" I breathed out a laugh.
"Sorry," she giggled.
"It’s okay, baby. I'm not too sure how to make one but if you could get the ingredients, we can start".
She put away the things we wouldn't need and grabbed out the rest. She handed a bowl over to me, along with the hand mixer, cream, icing sugar and vanilla essence.
“You can beat the cream”.
A poured a generous amount of cream and other ingredients in the bowl, switching on the mixer. From the corner of my eye, I could see her bouncing around the room, grabbing items and putting others out of the way. I also caught her sneaking a strawberry or two. I smiled to myself, admiring the cutie I somehow managed to get my hands on.
No man is luckier than I am.
I must have been staring for a while, because you turned to me, smiling before rushing over, turning off the mixer.
“You nearly turned it to butter!”
I finally looked back down at my bowl to see the very thick cream that I had just whipped.
“Sorry ‘bout that,” I chuckled.
“Now you can help me get all the dry ingredients together!”
She pushed the large bag of flour over to me. As I scooped the flour into the measuring cup and as I dropped it into the bowl, a white cloud filled the room, covering both of us.
“Bruno!”
Her laughter was contagious. She dug her hand in the bag, throwing a heap at me. I followed suit, grabbing into the bag, chucking the powder on her dress. She laughed twice as hard this time. This frenzy went on for a good while, leaving the both of us covered in flour.
“I’m gonna have no flour left,” I breathed out a laugh.
“Okay! I will mix it this time and you can add in the things,” she instructed me.
She began to beat the leftover ingredients as I slowly added the wet and dry ingredients. I tried to focus on the ingredients this time and not the gorgeous girl next to me.
My beautiful Cariño. I’d never seen a more addicting person to look at.
Everything was in the bowl now and she was mixing it all together.
“Could you grab the cake tin?” she pointed over to the side of the bench with the cake tin.
I retrieved it, passing it over to her. The cake tin was already greased up so there was no need for me to do anything else with it. The tin wasn’t that wide but it was tall. She poured the batter into the tin, tapping it on the bench to even it out more in the tin. She had already preheated the oven while I was too busy admiring her beauty while whipping the cream. She put the cake in the oven, setting a timer for 35 minutes.
“Well, we have a while for the cake to bake, sooo what should we do?” I asked, turning to her.
She stepped closer to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I could think of a few things,” she mumbled, pressing kisses to my neck.
I hummed in agreement, knowing exactly what was going on inside her head.
“Yeah? And what would that be?” I rubbed my hands up and down the side of her body.
“I think you know…Papi”.
A smirk makes its way up my lips as I wrapped my arms further around her body. I pressed my lips into her, pushing my tongue past her lips, tasting the sweet taste of strawberries on her tongue. She tried to chase my lips as I pulled back to look at her flushed face.
“Wanna head to my room?”
“How about the living room?” she asked, running her hands through my hair, “don’t want the timer to go off and not hear it”.
I gave her a quick kiss before dragging her to the living room, her giggling like a schoolgirl. I dropped myself onto the couch pulling her down onto my lap, her legs on either side of mine. Grabbing my face, she captured my lips between her, kissing me passionately.
I set my hands on the plush skin of her thighs, kneading the flesh to my heart's desire. I slid my hands up her dress, slowly making my way up to the soft fabric that covered her precious parts. She picked herself off of my lap, pulling the little fabric down her legs.
She jumped back onto my lap, bringing her hands up to my ruana, tugging at it slightly. I sat up slightly, giving myself room to take it off without having to move her. Before I could drop it to the side, she took it from my hands, putting it on herself. She looked absolutely magnificent wearing a piece of my clothes, like a goddess even.
She looks like she’s mine.
I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her neck closer to my neck to give her light love bites just below her ear. She moaned, grinding her unclothed heat on my growing bulge. My breathing became heavy and she moved above me.
“I need you now, sir,” she whimpered.
She reached down to the drawstring on my pants, pulling at the strings to loosen my pants. With fast hands, she took a hold of my throbbing cock, releasing it from the layers of clothes. I looked back into her lust-filled eyes, breathing quickly.
“You don’t wanna play first, Cariño?”
“I need you now!” she whined.
“Okay, baby,” I breathed out.
She rubbed the tip of my cock along her soaking entrance, coating it with the dripping juices. As she sunk down onto my member, I couldn’t help but let out an airy moan, resting my head on the back of the couch. I felt as she planted kisses along the side of my neck and as she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth along my dick. I grabbed either side of her hips, helping her move. She grabbed onto the back of my knees, leaned back slightly and began to bounce on my cock. The beautiful noises she made echo along with walls, the noises she only made for me.
Her moans, fuck me.
“Fuck, you sound amazing, please, don’t stop,” I begged.
This encouraged her to let all her sounds out. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, she was absolutely gorgeous above me while wearing my ruana, bouncing on my cock, I couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of me.
“If only you could see yourself, fffuck-” I slur of moans spilled from my lips, “y-you look like a goddess, baby, and you’re all for me”.
“Y-yes, daddy, all y-yours”.
She leaned forward again, resting her forehead on mine. I stared right at her closed eyes, wanting her to see how much pleasure she gave me.
“Look at me baby, look at how you make me feel,” I breathed.
With half-lidded eyes, she managed to hold eye contact with me.
“That’s right, mi Vida. Look at Papi and see how you make him feel”.
I brought one of my hands up to rest behind her neck while the other slid down between her legs. I used my fingers to search around to find her clit, pinching and rubbing it slightly, trying to bring her orgasm along quicker. A spew of moans spilled from her lips, not able to hold eye contact anymore, she threw her head back.
“I-I-I’m cl-lose,” she babbled.
“Me too, Amor, I’m nearly there,”
But she had already begun to shake. From her legs up, her entire body shook violently as she rode out her orgasm. This helped me along to reach my own climax. I spilled my creamy seed into her as she was coming down from her high.
I collapsed onto my side, pulling her down with me. We sat there for a while, trying to come down from the aftermath of sex. I felt her breathing slow down a bit more until she was completely calmed down. I gave her forehead a long kiss, pulling her into my chest.
“You good, mi Amor?”
She nodded, “yes, thank you”.
I gave her a quick kiss before pushing myself up and off the couch. I grabbed the tissue box, grabbed out a couple, turning back to her to clean her up. As I began lifting her leg, she whined a little, clamping her legs shut.
“Can a clean you up, sweetheart?” I asked, rubbing her thighs a little.
“Not yet,” she objected.
“Okay baby, but I’ll have to clean you up at some point, I don’t want you to be all dirty,” I said, cleaning myself instead.
After throwing the tissue away, I made my way back to the couch, lifting her head up to rest on my lap. She always got sleepy after sex, so I wanted to let her have a little rest before doing anything else.
Just as I was getting comfortable, the alarm on the oven went off. She groaned a little, about to get up before I held her shoulder, stopping her.
“Don’t worry about that, baby, I’ll get it, you just rest”.
I quickly made my way to the kitchen after letting her settle back down. I turned the oven off, pulled the risen cake out and let it cool down on the bench. As I made my way back to the living room, I could hear her little snores, indicating she was already in a deep slumber. I smiled to myself.
How did I get so lucky?
I picked her up a little, to let her rest back down on me. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around my waist like a pillow, trying to pull me in closer. I chuckled a little and started stroking my hand down the side of her body.
I had apparently fallen asleep without realising as I jolted myself awake, still with her rest on my lap. I turned my gaze over to the clock on the wall, seeing that it had been about an hour since I had taken the cake out of the oven.
I gently shook her shoulder, “wake up now, mi Vida”.
Begrudgingly, she slowly opened her eyes, lifting herself up with a pout. I smiled at her, giving her a peck on the lips.
“Is my baby still tired?”
She slapped my chest, lightly. I chuckled before standing up.
“Come on darling, you go to the bathroom first and then we can finish the cake together,” I said, leading her to the bathroom.
She does as she’s told and goes to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I ventured off to the kitchen, grabbing everything from the fridge that we would need to finish the cake. A couple minutes later, she had finally walked into the room, looking a lot brighter than before.
“Okay! Time to finish the cake,” she clapped her hand together.
I grabbed the cake, removed it from the cake tin and placed it on the bench. She walked over to where the knives were kept, taking the serrated knife from the stand. My heart skipped a beat.
“Be Careful with that, sweetheart,” I worried.
“Don’t worry, I will~”
She angled the knife on its side and began cutting the cake through the middle. I felt my hand sweating watching her use such a dangerous knife. She successfully separated the two pieces, placing them beside each other.
"Time for the cream and strawberries!"
She put a huge dollop of the cream in the centre of the cake, using the spatula to spread the whipped cream evenly on top of the cake. I cut the leaves on the strawberries off, passing them to her as I did. After placing them on the cake she pauses looking at it for a second.
"We should put some strawberry jam in it too," she ventured off the pantry, grabbing the jam out.
We spread some of the jam between the strawberries before we added another layer of cream, just to fill the gaps before placing the other half of the cake back on.
This time, we spread the cream out a lot nicer and laid the strawberries on the edge of the cake to make it more presentable. We stepped back to take in the finished cake.
"It looks amazing!" she cheered, hugging me from the side.
I wrapped my arm around he should, being careful not to dirty her with my messy hands. The kitchen was covered in flour and dirty dishes sitting beside the sink, waiting to be cleaned.
"I'll clean the kitchen up a bit, you can go out and rest or something," I said, kissing the top of her head.
"Could I play with your rats, please?" She looked up at me with the cutest eyes.
"Of course, you can, baby".
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before rushing out to retrieve them. I looked around at the mess and sighed.
"Better get started," I said to myself, putting the cake in the fridge.
About 30 minutes later, the room was basically spotless, the dishes all put away and the flour now cleaned off the various places it was thrown.
I made my way to the living room to find her sprawled out on the ground, more than likely asleep, somehow managing to keep my pet rats on her. I smiled at the sight and sat down beside her. I picked Mozzarella and Feta off of her stomach, taking them back to their cage, in the laundry room.
I crouched down next to her, rubbing her shoulder to wake her up.
“Are you tired baby?” I asked, softly.
She nodded her head slightly.
“Well,” I clapped my hands together, “we need to get cleaned up first”.
“I’m tired though!”
I sighed, “you can have a little nap then and then we will have to clean you, okay?”
She nodded again.
“Come on”.
She stretched her arms up for me to pick her up. I wrapped my arms around her, letting her cling onto me while I picked her up like a child. I carried her to my bedroom and placed her on the bed.
“I’m gonna have a now shower, okay baby?” I said, grabbing clothes to change into.
“Can I come?”
I pause, turning to look at her, confused.
“What?”
“Can I come?” she repeated.
“Uhh, I guess?” I said, still a bit confused.
“Yay!” she jumped up from her spot.
She grabbed some clothes from one of my draws before following me into the bathroom.
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Author Note: I'm not too good a fluff but I tried and I hope you still liked it. Thank you for reading this, if you'd like to see the following parts, please feel free to join the taglist by saying down in the comments.
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zirkkun · 4 years ago
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PAN-CAK-AY TALE
Would this au be a pancake au or an au where everyone refuses to say pancake correctly and frisk has to teach them the errors of their ways,
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issivstuff · 5 years ago
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RUSBOL— pero con Boli yandere 👀👌✨
◽️▪️Cuando me enteré que Boli era la yandere del Au no pude evitar hacer algunos dibujines jonojondldnsn xdxd▪️◽️
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La vdd los hice a la rápida por eso estan algo amorfos ldnslsn qWq
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—momento de silencio- 😔🔫 okno xd
🌷✨Los diseños de los paises le pertenece a @luaink y el Au escolar a @kaily-arts-caks UwU👌✨🌷
Pd: tmr tumbbblrrrrrrr >=,C otra vez se bugueo y no se envío el primero que hice doble F
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mintymintsyjelly · 4 years ago
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AHAHAHHAHAHAA
Okay so in the au i help run on insta there's an ask box, and Shin kinda almost killed Joe because joe was a zombie and so he acted reasonably for his situation
AND THERE WAS A LONG CHUNK OF TIME WHETE EVERYONE WAS SO FUCKINF PISSED AT SHIN FOR ACTIN IN PURE FEAR AND THERE WAS LIKE PNE PERSON WHO WAS LIKE
"y'know if a zombie came running at me I'd probably do that too"
AND SOMEONE ELSE STRAIGHT UP CAKKED THEMMA COWARD HAHAHAH
At least Apollo gave shin his arms back
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goodbearblind · 5 years ago
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"Aus aktuellem Anlass noch ein Bild von 2017: "Ruine II" (60 x 80 cm, Öl auf Leinwand). Wiesenhof und alle anderen Schlachtfabriken für immer schließen und und eine Welt schaffen, in der die Ausbeutung von Menschen, nicht-menschlichen Tieren und Natur der Vergangenheit angehört! Das Schlachten beenden!" (Hartmut Kiewert, artist) . . #HartmutKiewert https://www.instagram.com/p/CAK-QH9KfFU/?igshid=m09ksxcwoo5k
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do kara and/or clark and/or j'onn teach alex how to defend herself and stuff since she ends up getting caught up in so many random alien fights in the cool aunt kara au?
This is so timely! (Given that I just reblogged @wizardofahz​‘s excellent fic involving Eliza teaching Alex to throw a punch.) 
I see no need to change out Eliza as the teacher, in terms of where Alex learned self defense. So as far as the CAK AU goes--Alex gave Clark pointers because a fighter that boy was NOT.
(Also as we’ve seen in canon Kara’s technique is not...great, so I don’t imagine either Kryptonian is out there giving tips on self defense.) 
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thesoundofmadness · 5 years ago
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Drabble challenge number 22 "did you just hiss at me?" UwU
I’m making this about my CAK au you can’t stop me. Sorry this is kinda shitty 
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“Did you just hiss at me?” 
“Skylor didn’t do anything wrong! She was just trying to protect herself!” 
Skylor watched as Kai tries to defend her from Clouse. Why was he defending her? It was her fault. She had failed her task and deserved punishment, why was he trying so hard to protect her? 
“Kai, stop it!” She yelled at him. She then tries to jump on him, but he pushes her back. He stands in front of her, in a fighting stance, ready to fight if needed. She’s scared. She doesn’t want either of them to get hurt, especially Kai. She feels overwhelmed by everything, so overwhelmed she wants to cry. 
“You’re always telling us to protect ourselves at no matter what costs, why is this any different?!”
Skylor closes her eyes. She opens them. Kai is floating above her. She closes them again. SMACK. Silence. “Skylor, go to your room.” 
Kai doesn’t come to her room that night. 
Kai doesn’t show up to breakfast. 
Skylor is scared. 
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Skylor is now sitting on her bed, her legs up to her knees, shaking rapidly. It was about 3 hours past her bedtime, but she didn’t care. It’s been a few days since she last saw Kai, and she was scared and guilty. Whatever punishment Kai has gotten, he didn’t deserve. It was her fault. She was the reason he was gone. 
“Skylor...? Are you awake...?” 
“K-Kai...?”
Slowly and quietly, Kai walks up to Skylor’s bed. He puts a hand on her back and she lifts her head. He smiles softly at her, and then she pratically jumps into his arms, hugging him tightly.
“I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She says, sobbing. 
He hugs her back and pats her head. “Hey, hey...calm down. It’s fine. It’s okay, Skylor.” 
“I...I let you....I should have....”
“Shh, Sky, shh...” He says, quietly. “Shh...it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m okay, believe me, I’m okay.” 
As she continues to sob, he moves onto the bed, laying down on his back and holding her to his chest. He rubs her back, trying to comfort her. 
“I....I don’t want you getting hurt beccause of me....” She quietly speaks, sobs still in her voice. 
“Hey...it’s okay. You remember what I said? That big brothers are supposed to protect and take care of their little sisters?”
“That doesn’t make it right....”
Kai falls quiet. He tries thinking of a response, but can’t. She was right. Just because it was his job to protect her doesn’t make Clouse’s punishments right. Even if, she doesn’t deserve what Clouse makes him go through. 
“I’m sorry...” He says, after a few minutes of silence. “I’m sorry. I know it scares you whenever I get punished, and I know you don’t want me getting hurt but...I can’t bare the thought of you going through that...” 
He thought about what happened during those past three days. He tried imagining her in his place. He couldn’t. 
“......I’ll be okay, I promise.”
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