#Kar Zor-El

[chernobog13]

The Super-Kids enjoying a day out!

Yes, I know Power Girl is missing (and shouldn't be), but the character herself has held herself apart from everyone else, trying to build a life of her own.

[liminal-zone]

never meet your idols

i wrote a thing! (finally!!!)

fic link: uncharted territory (complete!)

fandom: Supergirl | ship: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

rated: mature | tagged: angst, hate sex, truth serum, dubious consent, dark

summary: Lena works hard for her revenge. Post season 3 (canon divergent)

a/n: So I wrote chapters 1-3 in 2018 and both the fic and the show broke me and I couldn't figure out how to finish the damn thing. Five years later, all my hang ups are gone, and, ::bangs the roof of this car::, this is a whole story ready to fucking go. HAVE SOME LUTHOR NONSENSE, MY FRIENDS. I love how dark this fic was and how dark this fic gets and it's still just this sunny little romance.

no fandom has been as kind to me as supercorp, so for that, i am grateful.

[jakascoo]

Jason: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO- Kara: It was me… Jason: … Jason: Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

[heroicboys]

closed. MF 26 with Jericho

· • ‣ he'd heard of the titans tower and they were on his list to hang out with and see if he wanted to join. everyone said that he was lacking a team dynamic and he needed to find someone out there that could ease him in. meeting with jericho was technically more of karter easing in as he looked down at the naked boy in front of him, hands tugging him up with ease to straddle him in the air, hand reaching down, tugging to guide his cock right where karter wanted to be so badly.

"fuckin' gorgeous," was what he grunted as he pushed forward, watching himself sink into the much smaller boy and didn't stop until he was fully seated in that cunt and he had to shudder in pleasure. "fuck!" he grinned, leaning down, kissing him again, hungry to show his desire, his pleasure, how much wanted to wreck this boy, using his strength with ease to keep him there as he thrust up into him and bounced jericho on his dick.

@masked-sluts

[wonderbutch]

kara meeting her earth-11 counterpart and hes just. he looks exactly like her except his hair is slightly shorter. that is the only difference. nonbinary kara zor-el DOES ANYONE SEE MY VISION

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 6

part 5 | could we? wood we? - - - - -

💤 | cuddles

Kara Zor El, eater of foods, saver of worlds, and, above all else, lover of cuddles, was in a predicament. 

More specifically her predicament was around the whole ‘lover of cuddles’ thing which, normally, wasn’t a predicament. In fact, normally it was second nature. Because of course she was going to sweep Alex into a giant hug any chance she could. And obviously she was going to drag Nia, kicking and screaming, onto a shared loveseat at game night. And most definitely, her internal clock was going to wake an hour early every time Lena slept over to sneak in some extra pre-work cuddles.

Which would have been so normal.

But then Kara discovered The Line in Lena’s closet. And then in the woods there was The Moment.

This was why Kara now lay awake, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars she and Lena had plastered to her ceiling three weeks ago mulling. 

And not the good kind that comes around the holidays and brings festive cheer and warmth and tidings of comfort. 

No. There was absolutely no comfort and definitely no festive cheer. This was the kind of mulling that led to existential crises and fretting and second guessing and exactly four inches of space between herself and a soft, slumbering best friend. A demilitarized zone. A limbo. A Line.

And such a predicament it was because, up until recently, it hadn’t crossed Kara’s mind that these late nights turned sleepovers turned early morning cuddles might have toed a line. A line that seemed to loom larger and bigger and greater and cloudier with each passing day because the looming felt heavier and weightier and - oh gosh Lena just looked so peaceful when she slept.

Kara blinked away from her best friend’s curled form and back to the constellations above, settling on the Coma Berenices Lena insisted on making room for just down from Ursa Major. She replayed the Queen’s story in her head, trying to ignore the fact that, normally, she’d already be curled against Lena’s back with a hand wrapped around her waist and nose pressed to her exposed neck. And normally that would have been met with a small sigh and a hand curled around said arm wrapped around said waist and then maybe - maybe - once the soft, steady breathing meant Lena was asleep, then maybe she’d have normally pressed her lips to her neck as a friendly - platonic - goodnight kiss. 

But tonight played out differently than that.

It began like most: Lena came over with a bottle of wine, a bag of take-out, and the soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her.

It continued as usual: they lingered in the kitchen while the bottle was uncorked, the containers were portioned onto plates, and that same soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her lingered behind stories of their days.

It even managed to stay normal through the first thirty minutes of the docuseries: a glass of red was topped-up, the empty plates were stacked on the coffee table, and the soft kind of smile Kara pretended was only ever meant for her was paired with a contented sigh as tucked legs were untucked and extended across Kara’s lap.

And Kara kept it cool as a cucumber. She didn’t overthink the shared blanket wrapped around them or the slip of her hands beneath the soft weave to settle on Lena’s legs or the muscle memory that sent those same hands lightly massaging tight calves or how those same hands wandered and settled where socks and sweats didn’t quite meet or how they danced across the exposed patch of skin or how a yelp of realization flew out of her mouth when she realized what her treacherous hands were doing.

Admittedly, that last bit was not a cool cucumber sort of thing to do. It was more of a ‘having kittens’ moment.

And that’s when the night derailed.

“What’s wrong?” Lena asked a half-standing Kara tripping over the blanket and spilling confused noises from her mouth. 

“I-I… I gotta-”

“Go.”

Surprisingly, it only took a moment for Kara’s adrenaline-fueled brain to connect the dots: she glanced at Lena who was glancing out toward the city, face serious and full of intent.

“This can wait; Supergirl can’t,” Lena continued, reaching to pause the show.

And yea, maybe Kara should found her big girl pants and told Lena there wasn’t an emergency and that her super hearing hadn’t picked up some tragedy that needed her attention and that actually it was because the pads of her unreliable fingers were toeing the friendship line and the hilarity of them being fingers and not toes was not lost on Kara but this was not the moment or time for laughing. This was a time for panicking. 

So Kara didn’t put on her big girl pants. Instead, she got rid of her pants and flaunted her Supergirl outfit and flew out into the night without so much as a cat to untree.

She kept to the skies until well past the soft murmur of Lena’s heartbeat confirmed a deep slumber before, like the coward she was, Kara crept back into her apartment and settled - floated? hovered - just above the mattress.

And mulled.

She hated lying to Lena. Of all the people in her whole multi-planetary life, Lena’s trust mattered to her the most, yet it was hard to tell the truth about something Kara didn’t even fully understand. Was there something to understand?

Her brow crinkled. It was a crinkle that Alex would poke at and Nia would prod at but one Lena would wipe away with a soft brush. Kara wasn’t quite so gentle. She rubbed her nose a bit too aggressively, and maybe that aggression rattled the air a bit too much because the calm of Lena’s breathing broke and her heart stuttered and curled form unrolled and a pair of sleepy eyes landed on Kara’s still very crinkly face.

“Hey,” and ooph did Lena’s sleep voice hit in ways Kara couldn’t articulate. She didn’t try because a hand had already climbed its way to Kara’s forearm and squeezed. “Everything ok?”

“Yea.”

“You sure? Because… Kara are you floating?”

“I, uh… didn’t want to wake you?”

A soft, sleepy chuckle crawled across the mattress and dragged Kara onto the mattress. “My hero.”

The words tickled Kara’s ears. And other things.

“Everyone safe?” Lena continued, pulling the duvet to cover both of them before finding a home nestled into Kara’s side.

“Mhm,” Kara managed, throat tight, pulse racing, and body temperature sweltering past the surface temperature of the sun.

“Good,” Lena hummed and sighed and tucked closer with a comforting arm slipping onto Kara’s waist.

It took seconds for Lena’s breathing to slow and fall back into a rhythmic slumber. Meanwhile, Kara hardly breathed at all, fighting her natural instinct to squeeze an arm around Lena and in lieu of honoring the line.

The line that had already been crossed. And honestly? Crossing the line felt nice. It felt good. It felt perfect.

So, yea. Kara Zor El, eater of foods, saver of worlds, and, above all else, lover of cuddles, was in a predicament. Because her best friend in the whole world was curled around her and maybe - maybe - Kara wanted to keep crossing the line. Because maybe - maybe - Kara wanted something more.

- - - - - -

part 7 | mistletoe magic

[edapostblog]

Siyasi paylaşım yapmayacaktım ama sağda solda paylaşımları görünce yapmaya karar verdim.

Tabii nasıl herkes kendi fikrini savunuyor Bayram yapıyorsa ben de fikrimi söylemek istiyorum.

Evet bu sefer Erdoğan hak etti kaybetmeyi, özellikle emekliler gerçekten çok zor durumda.

Maaş atışlarındaki dengesizlik milleti isyan ettirdi.

Ama...

Bu yüzden kalkıp da PKK ile Birlik olanlara oy verecek değilim.

Şehitlerimin kanını isyan ettirmem. Öğretmenlerimi, askerlerimi, kundaktaki bebelerimi, öldürenlere oy vermem, verenleri de kınarım!

Topraklar bana değil milletime aittir. #Abdülhamid Han. Hazretleri benim Atamdır!

Erdoğan Bu vatanı sattı diyorlar, bunu söyleyenler kullanım hakkı nedir biliyorlar mı acaba!? Biz yabancı ülkelerde ev alırken, iş kurarken, vatandaşlıklarına geçerken, onlar bize Toprak mı satmış oluyorlar!

Bütün dünya ekonomik krizle uğraşıyor sadece bizim ülkemiz değil.

Çünkü bizim insanımız şükürsüz! Kanaatsız! Ayağını yorganına göre uzatmaz! Gözleri hep yukarıdadır! Bolluk bereket rahat yaşamak isterler! Hallerine bakmazlar halı dokurlar sözleri misali.

CHP ile DEM partisi el ele. Hadi bakalım bundan sonra bol bol heykel dikersiniz! Kar kış kıyamette balık yemeye gidersiniz, tatile çıkarsınız.

Veeee bu günleri çok arayacağız!

Bu paylaşımımdan sonra isteyen beni arkadaşlıktan çıkarabilir!

[chernobog13]

Kara and Krypto by Frank Cho.

[littleashesefall]

I read a fanfiction once where Kara had to marry Lena (she still wanted to it was just that Lena pleading the fifth in court didn't legally make sense unless she was trying to protect her wife's identity), and when it came to last names, Kara wanted to continue to hold her last name.

When they get married on Krypton, Kara is talking to Kal (Clarke) about how it doesn't make sense for Lena to be "Zor El" since Zor is not her father so they mastermind that Kara would be the 'guy' by Kryptonian standards so Lena would then be "Kara El" but that doesn't have a ring to it so they shorten it to "Kar El" and I love that.

TLDR: I love the idea Lena married Kara and becomes Lena Kar El.

[herogaiahq]

the following have been accepted into herogaiahq !

nico greetham, bicurious, cismale + he/him → reporting: incoming profile update …

name: chase stein alias: talkback abilities: fistigons (energy blasts), x-ray goggles, rocket boots, advanced piloting skills, and a skilled tech wiz. origin + whereabouts: marvel (los angeles) optics + positives: empathetic, ardent, inventive risks + negatives: thwarting, irascible, blunt noted factors + signatures: list character’s aesthetic. mentorship status: mentee (to bruce banner)

zane phillips, homosexual, cis - he/him → reporting: incoming profile update …

name: kar zor-el / karter danvers alias: superlad abilities: kryptonian dna - superhuman, flight, xray vision, etc. origin + whereabouts: dc - metropolis optics + positives: idealistic, strong, loyal. risks + negatives: insecure, impulsive, proud. noted factors + signatures: blonde bombshell, space, red and blue and gold, some anger issues, good times, short shorts. mentorship status: mentee

LIEV SCHREIBER, BISEXUAL, CIS MAN + HE/HIM/HIS → reporting: incoming profile update …

NAME: bruce wayne ALIAS: batman ABILITIES: massive wealth, master detective, master combatant ORIGIN + WHEREABOUTS: dc OPTICS + POSITIVES: resourceful, disciplined, resolute RISKS + NEGATIVES: aloof, proud, controlling NOTED FACTORS + SIGNATURES: all black everything, bleeding edge tech, stately manors, some bruises here and there, suit and tie MENTORSHIP STATUS: mentor

be sure to check the afteracceptance tab !

[heroicboys]

boy of tomorrow

kar zor-el / karter danvers / superlad

after touching down in the gotham city canal, the young kryptonian was one of the sole survivors of the planet krypton and looking for his lost cousin kal-el, a baby the last time he'd seen him - which felt like days. he'd been in stasis for decades, emerging as young as he was the day he left and everything was still so recent and raw. upon meeting superman, kar took up the mantle of superlad and tried his best to help. however a lot of trauma and his own rebellious nature in trying to find himself under a very large red cape's shadow he was not the best. brash, insecure and quick to lunch the heads off and guys he was sent to train with the (insert Amazon's boy versions) and learn to find himself and the hero he wants to be, as well as a connection to humanity. he is now returning after a few years, older, trained and looking to make connections all night. frequent visitor of clubs, other's beds, trying out with all the teams and currently attending met u as karter danvers.

based off of new 52 supergirl / mixed with current. looking for a mentor. (would love a sexy wonder woman..) but open to plots!

sexuality: homosexual and proud slut

position: vers/switch

cock: he's a kryptonian standard 9"

kinks: anything once mindset, but here for group sessions, powers in play, barebacking always, breeding, muscle worship, keeping it in the family

nope: scat, vomit, baby stuff.

his super uniform plays into supergirl's - crop top, short shorts instead of a skirt but if you ask him nicely..

[heroicboys]

· • ‣ karter had his arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the proclaimed god. he was being a bit of a cocky shit but it came with the charm, he figured, because it was working on the young kryptonian. licking over his lips, he tilted his head and saw him take the drink and he smirked.

"i'm no normal human, i come from a pretty far planet. i'm sure i could handle it," he teased, the word said with a heavy emphasis on what he would be handling, and if possible how well. and long. and thorough. "what if i want to enjoy a god's juice?" that was maybe far too heavy handed, but it brought out a chuckle from karter anyway. sometimes cheese selled.

int.    the white castle casino bar.    night.

"   please. do not think of this as me doubting your strength and constitution.           everybody here is extraordinary for a reason! i am merely stating facts.   "    thor says, as he mixes his drink with the dark liquid he carried here from asgard. blood mead, the drink of gods and heroes who occupy the halls of valhalla ... and the only drink that can get him drunk.

it's already a strong drink for him, so he could only imagine what it could do to a midgardian.    "   you will not be able to handle it. so, you enjoy your little mortal juice ... and leave the godly drinks to the gods.   "

open for everyone! @shieldreports.

[wonderbutch]

kara zor-el headcanons

- not stick thin. shes shaped like a soft door!!

- has scars from her childhood on krypton, specifically on her knees, arms, and hands

- kryptonians can scar if a) wounded and healed under a red sun and/or b) wound is caused by kryptonite (these scars won’t be That noticeable though). kara has scars on her wrists and upper arms.

- her eyes aren’t actually that blue. they’re more greenish grey, like her father’s

- bigender. when she was in midvale a lot of people would make fun of her because she looks very androgynous, but she didn’t realise until later that she was bigender and didn’t care how people perceived her gender

- starts binding in her 20s. as someone with super strength binding is pretty breezy for her however fighting is hard because sometimes she’s weakened and post fight her ribs are in HELL.

- likes having long hair, but cuts it again when she turns 18, and grows it out again the following year

- she’s not a Devout raoist, but she takes her religion quite seriously and also feels a huge kinship with the jewish people

- she specifically prays quite a lot to Cythonna (krypton’s ice goddess)

- she really really loves writing, and writes poetry constantly

- in a queerplatonic relationship with brainiac 5

- really into history. like REALLY into history. studies it eventually.

- is so fucking incredibly proud of her family. she can’t believe how much the house of el has grown since she was that small 15 year old kid in midvale.

- kinda has a complex about being alone though, but shes working on it!

- really loves nighttime. her favourite memories of midvale include flying alone at night

- doesn’t wear makeup often, it makes her itchy and she has sensory issues

- diagnosed with ADHD shortly after being adopted by the danvers, strongly suspected to be autistic but hasn’t been diagnosed for various reasons

- sleep talks in kryptonian. try explaining that to lena thorul after a sleepover

- really good with numbers and dates but not good at maths

- doesn’t actually like science all that much

- really really good with kids, especially babies. shes a damn natural and kids love her. she WILL start crying if she sees a kid cry

- secretly refers to herself as kar-el sometimes. only person she’s ever told is kon, who is also nonbinary

- unlike kal, she keeps her legion ring visible! when shes not Supergirl she cloaks it to look like a normal ring

- loves necklaces in theory but doesnt wear them because sensory issues

will prob add more to this but!! this is all for now!!!

[too-many-pockets]

Dreykov’s Daughter

(Part one)

Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader

My first post guys :DD Lemme know if you want me to continue or any requests. I’ve never posted anything I’ve written before so I hope you guys enjoy :) I might post some of a book I’m writing as well

“Kara Zor-El.”

Your father spoke. “A client of ours wants her dead. I’m putting you on the job.” You nodded, you were the best widow of your generation and you knew it. Your father knew it. “She’s a kryptonian, an alien from another planet. Our weapons won’t hurt her, so you’re getting new ones.” He slid two daggers and a loaded gun across the desk you were both seated at.

“Is that all?” You asked curiously. “Do you need more?” Dreykov’s tone was condescending and there was nothing you hated more than disappointing him. When you disappointed him you were punished. Harshly. You quickly grabbed the weapons and shoved them in your belt. “No sir. Where will I be stationed?” You asked, wanting to get him out of this mood. “National City, Los Angeles.”

“I know you won’t disappoint me.”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

Kara was smiling as she returned to the DEO having just busted a renowned jewel thief when she ran into her sister. “Alex! Did you hear about that jewel thief I busted?”

“Yeah, great job Kar.” Alex was hovering over a few papers on the desk. Kara walked over.

“What’s that?” She hummed curiously. “Some sort of organization, not a lot of information.” It must have really been a tough case because Alex was doing that thing she always does when she’s stressed.

“Want me to try to check it out?” The blonde offered, “I have some free time.” Alex signed. “I would if there was anything to check out, but we don’t have one possible location! It’s like this place doesn’t even exist!” The kryptonians sister pinched her nose. “Well what’s it called? Maybe Lena knows something.”

“The red room.”

— — — — — — — — — — — —

You had spent weeks training the guard schedule of the DEO so you knew at exactly 4:02 am you would have a three minute window to get inside the heavily guarded building and into a vent to hide until further notice, which is exactly what you did. Currently you were hiding in said vent above a somewhat spacious quiet room that the alien used to communicate with a hologram of her mother, at least as far as you were aware. You blew a strand of h/c hair out of your face. It had been a few hours and you were starting to get clammy. You were used to having to wait during missions, but that doesn’t mean you liked it. You wished Kara would just come in already, you wished you could just get this mission over with so you could go home. Home? The red room wasn’t home, not really. It was all you knew. The only thing you knew, and you wouldn’t let the man who saved you down. Not now, not ever.

After what felt like hours, the blonde kryptonian entered the room, seemingly outraged at something if her storming around was any sign. Your hands curled around the handle of the knife you were provided, posing it in a way that would make it easy to plunge into her pretty little chest. Despite your elation, your face showed not a hint of emotion, just as you were trained to. You noticed Kara begin to yell at the hologram. How pitiful, you thought, to be so controlled by your own emotions. You silently opened the vent and dropped onto her shoulders, covering her mouth.

“Mmh!” She yelled against your hand and grappled to grab your legs. In response, you press the slightly green glowing dagger against her neck.

“Stay quiet, princess.”

You pushed the blade further into her neck, threatening to draw blood. She lifts her hands in surrender and you hesitantly uncover her mouth.

“Who are you?”

She says quietly and as calmly as she can. Climbing off of her shoulders and standing behind her, you answer.

“The last thing you’ll see.”

Suddenly, the blondes sister burst through the door.

“Kara it’s not-“

She stopped at the scene in front of her. You silently thanked yourself for making a mask. You cut Kara just above her collarbone before bolting through the door. Behind you you could hear Alex run to her sister. It wouldn’t be long before the whole DEO was on your ass, and that wouldn’t be good. Your father always said ‘failure is forgivable, to be captured is not.’ You ran straight into the chest of Hank Hanshaw who grabbed your arms and wrenched them behind your back, kicking you onto your stomach. You bite your lip to hold back a scream. No. You cannot fail. You can not fail. He won’t forgive you, your father won’t forgive you. You don’t dare show your fear. That’s rule number one of the red room. Alex quickly appeared and pressed a gun to your head, you heard the safety click off.

“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” She growled. She roughly grabbed your face and held it up so you would meet her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wheezed in response. She kicked your face. Feeling the blood enter your mouth, you spit it on her collar. That was the last thing you remembered before you were knocked out.

— — — — — — — — — — — —

[dem-bu-demdir]

Neler gördük neler

Ne anlatmakla biter ne unutmakla geçer

Yarı yolda gidenler hiç gelmeyen beklenenler

Bitmek bilmeyen hayatla kavgalar

Zoru görünce kaçan vefasızlar

Her şeyi bir elvedaya sığdıranlar

Candan yakın saydığımız şimdi el olanlar

Dönüp geriye bakıldığında

Aslında herkesin kaybettiği bir yer bu dünya

Kimin ihaneti yanına kar kalmış

Kim kırdığı kalp ile mutlu yaşamış

Hangi çalınan hayal ile

Kim ne hayat sürmüş

Ne bedeller ödendi nelerden geçildi

Boş hesaplarla ne umutlar yıkıldı

Gönül raflarına dizili ne sevilenler yerinden oldu

Gözlerden düşen yerle bir olan

Ne insanlar geldi geçti hayatımızdan

Kim hangi yıktığı geçmiş ile yarınlar kurmuş

Değer bilmez insanların o küçük hesapları

Ne zaman yüzlerini gerçekten güldürmüş

Kim nasibinden bir adım öte gidebilmiş

Hangi canlı ölümün o soğuk yüzünü görmemiş

Benim diyen kim kalmış toprak üstünde

Ne yaralar sarıldı kabuk bağladı

Geçmez dediğimiz ne acılar geçti

Gitmez denilen ne sevilenler uğurlandı

Yüreğimiz nelere şahitlik yaptı

Ne zor günler geride bırakıldı

Kimse mutsuz ettiğinin ahı ile

Mutlu bir ömür yaşayamadı

Zaman her şeyi ,ve herkesin

hesabını tersine çevirdi

El de kalan dünya yalan

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