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She had it. She actually had it, in her hands.
Myriad. The ultimate weapon of a dying race, brought to Earth to subjugate its people and rebuild an empire from a shattered world, possibly the key to saving this one. The key Lena needed to unlock Non Nocere and
(take over)
heal the world. End all strife. Eradicate all conflict. No more pain. No more deceit. No more greed, or cruelty, a world without malice, a peace without end.
No more lies.
It was in her hands, such a small petty little thing, barely more than a trinket.
Lena dropped it too sharply on the stainless steel lab table, took three steps, and vomited, the contents of her stomach noisily splashing at her feet. It was the effects of portal travel, she told herself- like jumping from a great height and into cold water at the same time.
(oh god what did I do)
She just needed a few moments to steady herself, collect her bearings, clean up.
(oh god oh god I hurt her what have I done)
Then, she could begin her work immediately. She shrugged out of her coat and found a bottle of vodka, hardly her weapon of choice, and took a pull straight from it to wash the
(pain away)
sour taste of her own puke out of her mouth and dull the sour churning in her stomach, because she couldn’t get the image out of her head, the image of Kara lying broken on the fortress floor with green lines of agony carved in her flawless skin and the most heartbroken look of remorse and fear in her eyes.
(Lena don’t do this)
(please don’t do this I’m SORRY)
Snatching the Myriad core from the lab table, she went to shove it into place. The final work would take only a few hours and then…
Lena stopped. Her hand hovered inches above her work. All she had to do was make the connection, but something was stopping her, as if her own arm revelled against her. She tasted puke and alcohol in her mouth and she was crying, hot tears burning down her cheeks in razor lines.
(Lena please)
No more lies.
It was heavy in her hand, the alien device suspiciously heavy and cool to her touch. Why didn’t she just do it? She was here, key in hand, ready to open the door and she couldn’t do it. Why?
Gritting her teeth, Lena took it in both hands, staring at it.
This was good. This was right. Lena had given Kara everything. Everything! Her friendship, her support, her comfort, her secret council. She killed her own brother for her and what did she get in return? Lies! Deception!
(soft hugs and kind words and powerful arms shielding her from harm and strong hands… holding her)
It had all meant nothing. It was all a lie.
Right?
It was, wasn’t it? It was! It had to be, she needed it to be! If it wasn’t, if she was wrong, then she betrayed and tortured the only person who cared about her for what? For this fucking thing?
Lena held Myriad over her head. She hadn’t even been aware she’d raised it high, ready to smash it to the ground. Bringing it down, she stared at the device and saw a stranger’s face, a distorted visage of a pale, stress-thinned woman with red-rimmed eyes.
Oh God.
The watch! There was still time. It still had the coordinates.
Lena’s hand hovered over the watch. She could push the button and erase the only way she’d ever reach the fortress again, and it would be decided. She’d make it permanent, make it real. She could finalize the destruction of the most important relationship she’d ever had. Deny Kara. Give her up.
(leave her locked in a cage of agony)
Lena pressed the button.
The portal opened behind her with a gust of wind.
She stepped through.
The first thing that hit her was the cold. She didn’t think to put her coat back on.
The second thing was a right hook from Alex Danvers that sent Lena sprawling across the floor and Myriad spinning out of her grip.
“You bitch,” Alex snarled. “I knew it. I fucking knew it. I should have put a bullet in the back of your head the first time you set foot in my town.”
Alex stood over her, boiling with fury.
“I knew it was all a lie. I knew! I know what you did. You and your little lip bites and your flirty looks and your coffee dates. Was breaking my little sister’s heart part of the plan or just a sadistic bonus?”
For once in her life, Lena was truly speechless. She stared up at her attacker, absently touching the trickle of blood from her split lip.
“I didn’t, I wouldn’t,”
“You fucking did,” Alex hissed. “How dare you come back here? Didn’t you steal enough? Was the rest of the armory too much temptation for you?”
“I couldn’t leave her,” Lena choked out.
“Alex,” a harsh voice rasped, “that’s enough.”
Kara was on her feet, clutching her side. The Kryptonite had left her pale and pallid and hunched over a little, her normally bright eyes dull.
Lena pushed herself to her feet, wobbled, and started for Kara.
“Don’t you dare,” Alex stepped between them.
“I said that’s enough,” said Kara, pushing past her.
“I’m sorry,” Lena blurted. “Oh God, I’m sorry, Kara I…”
“Shhh,” Kara whispered. “It’s okay.”
Lena’s hands seemed to move on their own, palms cupping Kara’s cheeks. God, she was cold. She was shivering. Kara was shivering. She leaned into Lena’s grasp, falling against her.
“I’m sorry,” Lena whimpered.
“It’s okay,” Kara said, gathering Lena in her arms.
“The hell it is,” Alex cut in. “Jesus Christ, she robbed the Fortress of Solitude! She hurt you, Kara!”
“I hurt her first.”
“Kara, she’s right.”
Kara shook her head.
“You can’t just forgive her!” Alex almost screamed.
Kara looked at Alex, then at Lena.
“You’re forgetting. I’m Supergirl. I can do anything.”
The tears began to flow and Lena couldn’t stop them. She collapsed into Kara’s arms and sobbed, her body shaking with exertion.
Alex bent down and picked up Myriad.
“Give me that,” said Kara.
Alex looked at her quizzically, and placed the device in Kara’s hand.
She looked at it for a moment, then looked down at Lena.
“Do it,” Lena whispered.
Without the slightest appearance of effort, Kara closed her hand and the device exploded between her fingers, circuits and alien technology clattering to the floor.
“Let’s go home,” said Kara. “I think we need to talk.”
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supergirl#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#kara x lena#karlena#supergirl fanfic#ficlet#fortress scene rewrite#Lena has a good heart#she just wants everyone to be ok#Lena wouldn’t just leave her girl like that#Alex is sick of Lena’s bullshit#big sister Alex#sad lena luthor#sad kara danvers#angst#forgiving Kara#Kara will always forgive her#hate is not the opposite of love#Lena secretly just wants someone to prove they love her#catholic guilt probably#they’re so extra
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Happy Halloween! 🧼🥩🎃
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#mouthwashing#lan wangji#wei wuxian#A mouthwashing crossover was always the plan but I ran out of time for a bigger comic. So a doodle it is!#***I am about to talk about some stuff that is not for the squeamish so please take caution from here on out***:#Okay. I know that people who know what goes down in mouthwashing are seeing this and going 'OP Why?'#BUT HERE ME OUT: Wangxian's canon kink dynamic would not bat an eye at this.#You think Wei 'I love being tied up and at the mercy of my loved one' Wuxian would *pass* on amputee-caregiver abuse roleplay???#No! He's a freak like that! 'Oh nooo I have only residual limbs and no voice to protest. And I need to take my medicine...'#Oh we even have a bonus cannibalism thing going on here. Maybe WWX needs to bring cannibalism into the bedroom. To heal.#They are not sane nor safe but certainly consensual.#Convincing Lan Wangji to get into the Jimmy cosplay is probably the most unrealistic part of this.#We hate Jimmy. That's why he is such an amazing character.#LWJ is his near polar opposite. Man takes responsibility like it's his daily vitamin.#edit: how could I forget. Happy birthday to wei wuxian. Being a freak in peace is the ultimate gift I can give him.
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Why The Voice Of The Cold Hates The Narrator
Replaying the Nightmare -> Wraith route and I'm realizing...
Jesus fucking christ, The Cold hates the narrator. Honestly, I think he might just give Smitten or Contrarian a run for their money.
He:
Doubts every word the narrator speaks
Insults the narrator whenever he gets the chance
Actively suggests killing the narrator, even stating that the princess could help do that
Not only suggests killing the narrator, but also suggests that—no—actually, death is too good for the guy. They should lock the narrator in a void just like the fake good ending. Mind you, this route doesn't even have the narrator do that!
Mocks the narrator when he finally gives up on trying to make you slay the princess
Seems happy that the narrator is gone, saying he had a feeling The Wraith could deal with him
I'm pretty sure Cold over here'd rather be playing Slay The Narrator.
Really though, upon further reflection, The Cold's hatred for The Narrator is also prevalent in The Spectre, where one of the few things he actually seems to have a firm stance on is "We should kill the Narrator". In the Greys, though he's arguably at his most nihilistic, he still seems to oppose the Narrator. He joins the Skeptic in his suspicions, and though he mostly just seems to be having a time provoking Smitten during the Burned Grey, he still does take the occasional second to spite the Narrator.
And honestly, come to think about it, it makes sense. After all, the Cold manifests not necessarily from slaying the Princess, but more specifically, from killing yourself. But not just from killing yourself, slaying yourself in The Tower at the hands of the Broken doesn't manifest him, but specifically by killing yourself to spite the narrator. I mean, other than Empty Cup and Moment of Clarity (Where we don't actually know how he manifested due to the timeskips), each iteration of Cold's manifestation checks out.
Spectre: You slay her, get the good ending, but then decide "fuck this and fuck your contruct", and stab yourself even as the narrator repeatedly urges you not to.
Burned Grey: You kill the Damsel, and in a fit of rage against both you and the narrator, the Smitten kills you, even as the narrator urges him not to. (Funnily enough, this means that, despite the Smitten's line of "you killed her, and so I killed you", it was the opposite, and the Smitten manifested the Cold)
Drowned Grey: You kill the Prisoner, and, just like in the Spectre's route, you kill yourself even as the Narrator urges you not to. If you refuse to kill yourself, Skeptic does it for you, seeming apologetic towards you, but definitely not towards The Narrator.
Wraith: You kill yourself as the Narrator urges you not to, and Paranoid also spends this route doubting the Narrator.
These routes involve various levels of emotion for the Princess, ranging from "My love! Still gonna kill you though" to "So scary! Still gonna kill you though", and an overall perception of the Princess as a corpse. But the Narrator? In all of the routes leading up to Cold's manifestation, the Narrator is met with hostility, usually leading to you killing yourself out of a mix of spite and suspicion.
So Cold's manifestation has two constants:
Some level of apathy towards the Princess, regardless of your previous interactions with her. Whether she's your perfect damsel or your worst nightmare, you don't care. You stab her.
Disregard for your own safety. You're just going to stab yourself, cool. It's better than this hell. Sometimes it's another voice fulfilling this requirement for you, like Smitten in the Damsel, or Skeptic in Prisoner depending on whether or not you willingly die.
Distaste towards the narrator. A conclusion that the Narrator is untrustworthy and distinctly not on your side. No matter how you manifest the Cold, it is clear that you do not like this pesky raven one bit. The Nightmater -> Wraith route shows this through Paranoid's constant suspicion of the Narrator. This distaste frequently, thought not always, occurs due to the Narrator attempting to force you to live out your life in the void, though it can also occur due to the Narrator attempting to make you live a life without the one thing you cherish (Damsel route).
Apathy towards most things, but one thing's for certain: You don't trust that Narrator guy. He tried to make you live out a crappy, boring life for eternity.
Cold's attitude makes sense when you look at how he was created. Just like Smitten was made by deciding the princess was an immediately trustworthy damsel in need of rescuing from the pesky narrator, or that the witch is a gorgeous woman whom you can save by giving your blade in spite of the narrator's wishes—Cold is made through deciding that neither your nor the princess's safety particularly matters, but fuck that narrator guy. He sucks. As apathetic as the Cold likes to act, he reacts to Smitten's threats and the Princess's murder attempts with "interesting", and reacts to the Narrator's explanation of the timeline with "we should kill him".
So, my point?
Well, I think that—not only does the Cold hate the Narrator—but hating the Narrator is part of him as a voice. He's cold, apathetic, and he hates the Narrator. It's been baked into his very being through the choices that you make. The princess doesn't matter, your physical well-being doesn't matter, but know that the Narrator is an untrustworthy little prick.
TLDR: Replaying Wraith made me realize that the Cold probably hates the Narrator very very much, and he does so because it is baked into his very being because of the choices you made to manifest him. You go, king. Let your inner hater run free.
#slay the princess#stp cold#voice of the cold#the narrator#voice of the smitten#others mentioned but those three are really the only ones i actually talked about#tangent but i believe in smitten-cold being opposites bc the opposite of love is not hate but apathy#stp analysis
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I think I like this lil life.
#the apothecary diaries#maomao#jinshi#apothecary diaries maomao#apothecary diaries jinshi#jinshi x maomao#they’re in lesbians your honor#also fucking around with the gel pen brush#loves it but i hate using it lmao#it does the opposit of my fave brushes#where it goes thin when i press hard and i am inconfusion#anyways cant sleep
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Where’s that text post that’s like “Wilson is kind, gentle death and House is rough, painful life” because first of all, GO OFF; second of all, I have more to add:
House is justice; Wilson is clemency.
House is harsh truth; Wilson is comforting lies.
House is abrasive idealism; Wilson is resigned realism.
House is spiky vulnerability; Wilson is velvet guardedness.
House is constructive cruelty; Wilson is destructive kindness.
House is focused passion; Wilson is diffuse romance.
House is a gleeful perpetrator; Wilson is a willing victim.
House is self-sabotage; Wilson is self-sacrifice.
#and that's not to say they are opposites#they are two sides of the same coin#and they often flip these roles#but only for each other#these kind of make it seem like i hate wilson but let me assure you i love him#perhaps too much#hilson#house#house md#house x wilson#hate crimes md
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#sasunaru#narusasu#naruto#sasuke#ahahahhahahaha i was rly rly gonna do a meme#but like it turned kinda serious#never going the way i want tbh lmaoooooo#holy shit cant believe im posting this here#someone knows this blog and like idek how theyll react but its my blog#but still hahahahhah im scared of irl ppl#round fox baby#naruto’s boyfriend#thats right thats sasukes fucking tag loooool#i hate coloring!!!!!#the 180 of me#i used to hate lineart and love coloring#and now its the opposite haahhahaha
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Ectoberhaunt Day 13
Isekai: Old Hero New World
#i have Thoughts about Harbinger!Danny#bro is Very interesting in Aether bc he wants to go home#he and aether would prob get along rly well tbh#this danny is kinda bitter bc he's been separated from his family. but he can be a silly goofy guy occasionally#he and childe are besties. i declare this now. both love their families and want to protect them#also- abyss and ghost zone?? hmmmmmmmm#abyssal energy is ectoplasm... maybe?#idk#oooh that would be neat bc then danny is like the exact opposite of aether/lumine (with their full/light power)#danny has a fake cryo vision. bro doesn't really need a delusion but he can have an anemo one. as a Treat#(he wants to be Free of this world)#danny just wants to go home but no he gets dropped into the middle of snezhnaya smh#ALSO. back to the point of the post lol-#danny HATES dottore. but also the guy kinda reminds him of his parents (who he rly misses). it's very trauma-bond-y.#danny phantom#dp#ectober#eh 24#day 13#ectoberhaunt24#ectoberhaunt 2024#ectoberhaunt#(its rly late i know but i'm not stressing this year✨️)#(dottore is also equally fascinated in danny.but no way in HECK is danny gonna let him experiment. so dottore has to be Subtle about it lol)#genshin impact#scaramouche#combining my fixations 👉👈 (always)
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saw many comments about no one ever believing dc superhero girls brucie could be batman :’) and clark is kind of a dick, so. made me think
dw, he’s still clark and im a superbat girlie; he’ll make it right afterwards :’’’’)
#so hear me out. its time to overthink kids show cameo characters#so this is my concept for them ok#clark is kind of a tool. ok. he acts big because superman has got to be as big as everyone thinks he is. everyone fuckin loves superman ok#smallville went big city and took to the hotshot persona. if he cant believe he’ll save the day why would anyone else#bruce . again this is all pulled out from my ass. is kinda the opposite in that hes pretty authentic#he feels himself as batman fighting crime and he also. likes being pretty and throwing parties. just different sides of the same guy.#when he is batman he is so quiet bc this aint about him. in daytime tho hell yea it is. work hard playhard#anyway. dont hate me. its not that deep im talking to the walls#mine#dc#dcshg#additional thoughts. clark thinks brucie is a persona. clark forgets bruce the celebrity is also a person.#clark thinks he is cracking jokes about a kardashian with his best friend batman and realizes too late that he fucked up.
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Love and hate can sometimes cross wires - DPXDC Ficlet
She props her up against the far wall, and kneels before her, fingers deceptively gentle against her cheek. Danyal is cold and trembling, her once bronze skin now dull. She meets her other half— self— sister— mother— predecessor’s eyes, and they are still wet. But now they are sharp, focused on Her face.
Danyal takes a shuddering breath, one that wracks itself down her spine. One that She can feel sinking into her — their? — shared soul. “You’re going to kill me.” She says, matter of fact, something like grief choking in her voice, making it shake.
She blinks at Her mother—sister—friend— predecessor, a feeling She knows is horror but thinks is hatred filling up Her lungs. Her cool palm trails kind down to her throat, Her talon fingers wrapping around the fragile skin. With very little effort, She could break her little neck. “Yes.” She murmurs, a sound only the two of them can hear. “I am.“
Her mother-sister-other half— predecessor shudders again, and yet makes no sound. Simply goes limp with acceptance in her arms. She doesn’t bother to even fight; she looks tired. Make it quick, it’s like she says.
I will. She promises, running the gentle padding of Her thumb along her jugular. It’s the only mercy She thinks She’ll ever give. But first…
“Give me a name?”
(Mother— sister— mine—) Danyal stares at Her, confusion parting her slowly paling lips. There’s silence between the two, thickening the air like the rise of an oncoming storm. Hurt and rage begins to toil beneath Her skin. Was the thought of naming Her so abhorrent, that she’d rather not say a thing at all? Her name is nothing?
Before She can take Her anger out, Danyal breathes in sharp. The sound is painful, jarring like jags of broken glass. She raises a hand, her palm — rough and calloused, proof of her fourteen years of life, of hardship — finds Her cheek too. It’s almost loving, the way Danyal swipes her thumb across Her skin, her clammy fingers tucking a strand of hair behind Her ear.
An emotion sweeps across her, boiling and toiling, burning hot and consuming her whole. Thick, bubbling in her throat, curling behind her teeth and under her tongue and tinging her peripherals with spots. An overwhelming emotion.
It must be hatred, she thinks. What other feeling can encompass one so much?
When Danyal breathes out, so with it comes a name; “Layal.”
Danyal always did love the nights.
(If you ask the Mother of Monsters why she killed Danyal al Ghul, she’ll tell you it was because she loved hated her.)
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#danyal al ghul au#dpxdc ficlet#dpxdc prompt#mother of monsters danny#fem danyal al ghul#fem danny fenton#mother of monsters au#dpdc#love and hate aren’t opposites they’re sisters and friends#you know i usually dont care about dan that much but layal has made a special place in my hesrt#new blorbo unlocked: my hyperspecific handpicked au dan#killing your human half-mother-sister-friend can be so intimate you know#dpxdc dan phantom#dan phantom#sorry if its confusing i purposely avoided calling Layal by name because before that point she didn’t have one#layal is arabic for ‘the nights’#i originally thought that Layal would be much crueler. mockingly demanding dany for a name before she killed her. i changed my mind#tags are short because im on vacation and typing this on my phone#wrote this in my notes app at 11PM last night
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One of my recent Jason posts has people talking about how valid a writers portrayal of a character is if that writer hates that character which is an interesting conversation specifically when it comes to Jason bc in case you didn't know a lot of writers do not like Jason but also a good few of the writers who hate Jason have also written some of his better stories
Basically what I'm saying is someone should make an alignment chart with one line being how much a writer loves or hates jason and the other line being how good the writer is at writing Jason
#dc#batman#dc comics#jason todd#red hood#also you know#this would cause drama#but yeah bc obviously you have your morrisons who hate jason and right Jason like shit#on the opposite end you have winnick who loves jason and writes him well#then lobdell who loves jason and yet still commits character assassination any chance he gets#and then Stirling who was trying really hard to get people to hate jason but still made him enduring#but thats just my opinion
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5. Alone
CONTENT WARNING: This ficlet includes themes of self harm and contains some heavy sexual content and themes.
The void called.
Lena heard its siren song for hours, even before she left the lab. She was sick, belly sick, soul sick. Running on fumes, running on whiskey for breakfast and rage. She’d been awake thirty six hours, fumbling with the Myriad module as she plumbed its secrets. Hiding within the alien metal bauble was what she wanted most, a world without deception, without pain, without crime or loss or hate or fear. No more wars, no more muggings, and no more lies.
Soon she could look Kara in the eyes and scream. Look what I did! Look at my work! I fixed the world, not you! No more crimes to stop, Supergirl. The world doesn’t need you anymore. I don’t need you anymore.
(but could she still say that in a world without lies?)
Lena stumbled into her apartment, head filled with dark thoughts, hateful thoughts, unwanted thoughts. Non Nocere would free her from them. No more pining for soft touches or stolen glances, no more dreams of feeling fingers slipping through silken sunny hair. No more waking up riding her own hand thinking about back muscles flexing or protective hands cupping her thighs.
No more more dreams of sunrise companions. She could rip it all out of herself and at last be alone.
Lena wasn’t going to look at the picture. She wasn’t, she wasn’t! Her hands betrayed her, her addled mind loosened by alcohol and sleep deprivation. She should have flung the fucking thing out the window but every time she tried her hand rebelled and she ended up clutching the shattered glass to her chest and wished she could impale herself on it.
The memory of the picture burned her. Alex had snapped it, an impromptu capture of the girls at game night. Kara’s cheek had been soft against hers and so very warm, just like her. She was soft and hard at the same time, the best hugger in the world.
Lena sobbed, because she was alone and she always would be.
It hit her all at once, crashing in from every direction. When she closed her eyes all she could see was the horror in Kara’s eyes, the terror of realization. That was what Lena wanted, right?
(It was what you wanted, you stupid bitch. Look at what you did.)
Fuck this, fuck it, fuck it all.
Lena stormed through her empty cold sterile apartment and onto the balcony. Grabbing a chair as makeshift stairs, she stepped up and onto the rail. Had to do it now. Had to.
Only to two people has she ever mattered. One slipped beneath the waves and left her and the other, she locked in a cage and robbed. She couldn’t save her mother and she’d backstabbed her best friend. It was in the blood.
Lena stepped into empty air and fell.
Below her, the street yawned wide, empty of traffic at this hour. It rocketed towards her and she had a horrific, bowel-watering realization.
The only thing in her life that could not be fixed was that she just threw herself off a goddamn building.
Lena screamed, shrieked for her life, the name tearing from the depths of her chest in a painful cry.
It didn’t matter.
She fell anyway.
Then she saw it, a red and blue streak in the corner of her vision. Too close, too low.
Goodbye, Kara. I’m sorry.
Kara flew beneath her, catching her not with her arms but her entire body, Lena’s jaw clicking and stomach flipping at the deceleration. Too late, too late.
No.
Kara slowed their descent, too fast, sending a jolt through her. The impact came and as Lena felt the shockwave pass through her body, she knew she was dead. All she wanted to do was tell Kara she was sorry, beg her forgiveness for making her see it.
Slamming to the pavement, Kara landed on her back, cratering the asphalt. It folded up around her like petals of a strange flower and sent up a cloud of dust and debris. Her arms closed around Lena and she cried out in shock and fear.
I’m alive, Lena thought.
Gathering Lena with her, Kara stood up and took off immediately. Lena crushed herself against Kara’s body as she lifted up, cresting above the balcony with a heavy thud of Kara’s boot heels. Kara said nothing, bearing her inside. Only then did Lena’s feet touch the ground.
Kara was feral, blazing, holding a quaking Lena by the shoulders.
“What happened?” she demanded. “Did someone attack you? There’s no one here. What the hell happened? Lena? Lena? Say something! God damn it answer me!”
Lena’s voice was small, broken.
“I jumped.”
Kara’s eyes went wide and her mouth fell open in almost comical surprise.
“Why… no, no no no Lena please no.”
Kara lunged into a hug, almost painfully embracing her. Lena’s walls fell, all the pain and hate shedding from her like skin from a snake. She was alive, alive and alive, and Kara was sobbing, her entire body shaking with grief and pain.
“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, please Lena I please, I love you I love you I love you!”
They both went utterly still. Lena blinked a few times; the blood rushing to her skull nearly stealing her from consciousness. It was like she’d been thrown into an ice bath.
There could be no mistaking Kara’s meaning. She didn’t mean friendship love, she didn’t mean side-hug brunch time love. There was a truth in her voice as potent and hot as her self-righteous arrogance and shocking, seemingly endless kindness. She meant love in the deepest sense of the word, the most raw, the most unbearable.
That was when Lena kissed her.
Kara hesitated, but something in her must have snapped because she kissed Lena so deeply, so filthily, that it was as if she meant to consume her entirely. Lena was dimly aware that property damage was happening- Kara simply tossed the entire sofa aside with a free hand as she stormed across the apartment.
She didn’t pick Lena up, Lena climbed her, locking her legs around Kara’s waist, shuddering at the feeling of powerful muscles flexing against her thighs.
No words were exchanged, only kisses that bordered on violent. Kara showed no more concern for Lena’s clothes than her decor, shredding through a designer outfit that cost as much as a car.
Only then did she stop, shocking Lena with the sudden withdrawal. Her restraint made her entire body shudder, stopping herself with same force as stopping a runaway freight train.
“Do you want this?” she panted.
Lena lunged up and grabbed the collar of her suit, yanking down. The most powerful being on Earth yielded to her without resistance.
“Yes,” Lena panted.
Kara shed her suit, wriggling out of it in a sensuous display that drove Lena wild. Once she was free and they were both bare, it began.
Kara held nothing back. She used her powers. Super-speed. Vibration. Even her freeze breath. It was as if she knew exactly what Lena wanted and needed, reading her body like an open book, playing her like an instrument, and she was relentless. It was like making love to a hurricane.
Only when Lena pressed a hand to Kara’s chest did it stop. Her entire manner changed in an instant and she became soft, handling Lena like something precious and irreplaceable, attending to her every need until her head landed on the pillow and sleep took her in an irresistible wave.
When her eyes snapped open, she was sure she would be alone. It had to be a fantasy or a vivid dream, but it felt real. She was loose and pleasantly sore at the same time, and felt an odd sense of weight around her.
Tears forced themselves to her eyes. She was damned, doomed to wake up alone forever, and then Kara moved, sighing contentedly. She pulled Lena closer, into her bare breasts and the silken embrace of her unclothed skin beneath the silk sheets. Lena’s heart almost seized.
“Kara?”
“Hi, baby.”
“You’re really here?”
“Yeah.”
“You saved me.”
“I always save you.”
Lena choked back a sob and rolled over into Kara’s arms, tucked into her, and buried her face in Kara’s neck as she swept her fingers up and down Lena’s back in a soothing gesture.
“Kara, I’m sorry,” she began.
“Shhhhh,” said Kara. “I forgive you.”
“But you can’t just do that.”
“I can, and I will. Can you forgive me?”
“Yes,” Lena whispered.
“Good,” said Kara. “Now I just hope Alex forgives me for plowing a fifteen foot wide crater in the street outside.”
Lena laughed through her tears, and she wasn’t alone.
#supercorp#supergirl fanfiction#supercorp fanfic#lena luthor#kara danvers#supergirl#kara x lena#supergirl fanfic#karlena#ficlet#love confession#self harm#a cry for help#sad lena luthor#sad kara danvers#supercorptober2024#supercorptober 2024#supercorptober#angst#The Rift#Kara will always forgive her girl#Kara is a Kryptonian sex god#angst with a happy ending#the will to live#we have to face our mistakes#pent up lust#pent up love#hate sex and love sex are not opposites#dark themes#angsty supercorp
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hunter and luz: talk about belos and the magic system, open up to each other about their trauma and fears, rescue each other from dire circumstances
hunter and amity: relate to each other as abused children and perfectionists who are afraid of letting people down
hunter and gus: relate to each other’s experiences of being used by people and helps calm each other down in a moment of distress, also finds a common middle ground with a piece of media they both enjoy
hunter and willow, the literal love interests: uhhh both of them are considered half a witch because one of them was a late bloomer and the other is literally disabled?
#i just find it so funny that hunter has a deep emotional connection and an interesting dynamic with everyone BUT his love interest#they really couldn’t think of something that doesn’t contradict his initial character?#lilith and kikimora hated hunter because he was a PRODIGY that’s literally the opposite of what he said!!#this ship was so messy lol they were trying so hard to make two incompatible characters compatible#toh critical#toh criticism#toh salt#toh discourse#anti toh#anti huntlow#huntlow salt
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Can we talk about how Derek obviously has a type because Spencer and Penelope are so similar.
#whether you see them as romantic or not#his closest most genuine friendships/relationships are with two people who are VERY similar#I just think it's cute#Because in theory youd think “oh big muscular jock whos a player” and you wouldnt associate him with them#but then you realize that his best friends are socially awkward nerds who hate any kind of physical exercise#and are very eccentric#and ill add “conventionally” attractive even though we all know thats bs because theyre both hot asf#I just think its so wholesome cause its like opposites attractive kind of thing#and hes just so open-minded and loving and the least judgemental person ever#cm#criminal minds#criminal minds meta#derek morgan#ssa derek morgan#spencer reid#ssa spencer reid#penelope garcia#moreid
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Nona has been so good to me and my sex-repulsed aroace Cam headcanon. feeling so validated in this chilis tonight.
aroace camilla hect my beloved
#lmao she's so funny she sees a tit and she is OUT THE DOOR#camilla hect and gideon nav exist on opposite poles#and like this is clearly not a 'we can't talk to nona about sex things' academic agreement#bc Palamedes cheerfully shares about his sexy nurse kink when asked#camilla just hates sex things and I love this for her#camilla hect#the locked tomb#nona the ninth#ntn spoilers
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Something that really gives Doctor Who some cognitive dissonance is that it champions science, but it also, of course, loves to make sci-fi stories out of ideas in popular culture. Like conspiracy theories, cryptids, all the stuff you'd see on the X-Files. Lots of stuff that in our world goes against science, and is even dangerous or bigoted.
So the Doctor will be like "science leads," but also all of human history has been masterminded by extraterrestrials, psychic powers are real, magic is real, there's a species of lizard men who rode dinosaurs and now sleep beneath the earth, the loch ness monster is from outer space, every tenth planet ever invented is out there somewhere, aliens built the pyramids and Atlanteans built the sphinx.
#Doctor Who#my posts#its funny but also sometimes frustrating#Dr Who can be a way to teach people about science and history but it can also do the exact opposite#I think we need a story where the Doctor talks about the history of the Earth and then Liz and Evelyn beat them up#this brought to you by someone who loves ancient history and hates to see ancient cultures disrespected by conspiracy theories#and who's just been learning about the real history of Atlantis#ie that it couldn't be less real if it tried and the way its thought of today was invented by racists
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Happy Halloween (gotta do the heavy lifting here and slut out my ugly ass boyfriend)
Bonus doodle + other slutty costumes that I might fully flesh out at a later time under the cut.
his wings too small
Ik his ass would HATE me
#martianmarsart#amartianonmars#my art#metalocalypse murderface#metalocalypse#dethklok#william murderface#murderface murderface murderface#i love him so much i wanna break him hes my ken doll if ken looked the exact opposite of himself#mi joto gordito i hate you i love you
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