#kara/copper.

[womanlives]

“YOU GET PAID FOR THAT?”

Diplomacy’s never been what you could call Kara’s strong suit. Here she is, busting her balls and investigating crimes the ‘normal way’ — motive, evidence, blah de blah de blah — and this guy’s talkin’ about aliens?

(The small voice, the one she tries to ignore because blind belief’s got no place in a murder investigation: what if he’s onto something?)

Kara wrinkles her nose and puffs out her cheeks. She leans back against the plush red leather of the diner booth. Her latest case has her stumped — so much so she’s done the uncharacteristic move of asking for outside opinions. Okay, maybe not so much asking. Maybe more like bullying info out of every investigator she can get her hands on. Yeah. That sounds like her.

She lifts her shake to her lips and slurps noisily on the straw. Rookie mistake: overdoing it on the nonchalance to cover up the fact that she’s interested. (Is not.) Is. Liar.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Kara says at last, and for once doesn’t mean it literally. “Name a case you solved that had the supernatural — ” this emphasized with overdramatic air quotations “ — behind it.” She smirks. “I’ll wait.”

@mcstunwanted looks divorced.

[female-buckets]

[msb-lair]

Clutch #3684 - Kara/Arak

Mated On: 2024-08-25 # of eggs: 3 Hatched On: 2024-08-30

Progeny:

Hatchling 9792 - Nocturne Male, Cherry Tide/Sanguine Foam/Rust Opal, Uncommon - 15 gems on 2024-10-15

Hatchling 9793 - Nocturne Male, Blood Tide/Garnet Foam/Wine Stained, Bright - 15 gems on 2024-09-03

Hatchling 9794 (Carne) - Imperial Male, Maroon Metallic/Berry Foam/Copper Stained, Uncommon - 15,000 on 2024-10-14

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Stolen Copper by Kara

You've disrobed Lady Liberty Stolen her torch and lit her aflame Repurposed her head and made a mouthpiece The perversion of a gift from across the sea A memorial of a revolution Now covers crimes you cause To quash ideas of rebellion It was pennies to the dollar Now there's millions out of pennies Justice granted a new blindfold Made of the carcass of her old friend

[crime-wives]

wip wednesday (totally not thursday)

thank you so much for the tag @sssammich :D

the first snip is from my supercorp rift fic in the format of the five stages of grief. this is from the denial section

Kara Danvers is Supergirl. It’s an ugly loop, constant record screeching in her mind. Louder every second. Her eyes fixed on the bloody corpse of her brother. Smoking gun heavy in her hand.  Lena feels a sickening, violent twist in her gut. It’s so blatantly obvious, how could she have ignored all the signs?  Denial, people see what they want to see.  . . She pastes a plastic smile on her face, wine bottle clutched like a lifeline. She laughs, and gestures, and says all the right things despite the fury that simmers beneath the surface. There’s a familiar ache lodged in her chest, splintering in all directions.  She looks into Kara’s soft blue eyes [insert something] . . Lena sells Catco to Andrea. If she’s honest, she only bought the company for Kara [rephrase + expand] . . It’s been two months since she found out and not a word from Kara. Baby blue eyes filled with trepidation when they fall on her.  Each interaction punctuated with a breathless Lena— Everytime Lena thinks maybe, maybe Kara will finally come clean.  She never does.

this is from my swan queen enemies with benefits fic

She’s furious, storming into the station when she sees Regina perched on her desk, legs crossed, expectant look on her face. And Emma just wants to- fuck, throw Regina against a wall and- She feels her mask slip, but only for a second. “Madam Mayor, what a nice surprise.”  A lazy smirk forms of her face, “Miss Swan, I was hoping we could discuss [insert thing that pisses emma off]” “You’re such a fucking pain in the ass.”  “The feeling is quite mutual.” And she’s so smug, that when she stands, brushing the non-existent lint off her pencil skirt (that somehow managed to ride several inches up her thighs) Emma can’t help but grab her shoulders and slam her into the nearest wall. The tiny gasp Regina let’s out is worth it. Regina looks up at her, pupils dilated, lips parted.  “Miss Swan! Unhand me this instant!” She does nothing to move, and her words lack their usual bite. In fact, her cheeks are flushed, her tongue darts out to wet her lips.  Emma feels a hand pressed against her stomach. Snaking further up her bare skin, ghosting the underside of her breast. Emma feels her body unwillingly lean closer. Close enough that she feels Regina’s breath on her lips.

another snip from a swan queen neverland rewrite (it may be added to the ewb fic lol)

“You sure you can do this?” Emma moves to lay a hand on Regina’s arm, offering comfort. She retreats, fingers outstretched midair, when Regina flinches. “After everything, after the—” Torture. “Of course I can,” Regina scoffs. “Henry is everything. I would do anything for him.” The devotion pours off her in waves. “I know you would.” The ship rocks, as they stare into inky water. It’s quiet, almost frighteningly so. The sounds of their breathing fills the air. “I would too, you know.” Regina raises an eyebrow. “Do anything for him. I would too.”

and finally, my meddison 2x04 wip

It’s inescapable, she’s a constant presence in the hospital. Copper red hair around every goddamn corner. Cutting jokes about threesomes and unexplainable kindness when Meredith’s best friend ends up on the OR table. God, Meredith hates her so much.  . . “Meredith, she gave me divorce papers. She filed,” Derek asserts. Voice bordering on patronizing.  “I know,” Meredith says. That shuts him up quickly. He tilts his head, baby blue eyes imploring gently. “She told me,” Meredith sighs. “Addison told you?” He shakes his head in disbelief. “I didn’t think you were on speaking terms.” “We’re not— It’s complicated Derek.” 

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[natalievoncatte]

"In the end, you can only count on blood."

Lena stood there in Lex's stronghold, staring him down as best she could, and it was still pathetic. He wanted to tell her, to see her face crumble as he explained to her in exquisite detail how weak and pathetic she was. Good God, the woman had given herself a glow-up before confronting him. Who goes to their supervillain brother's secret base, intent on challenging him, in heels? With that shade of makeup? She was still playing the sexpot, unthinkingly using her "advantages" the way that their father had trained her to, when he'd first used her to distract a rival at the negotiating table. At the time, Lex had been disgusted, and confronted the old man privately, earning himself a few bruises.

Over a decade later, he wondered how he hadn't seen it sooner. So desperate for belonging, for approval. Beneath the power suits and fuck me pumps, she was just a little girl crying for her teddy bear, endlessly searching for someone to pat her widdle head and tell her it was okay, and she'd latched onto the Kryptonian of all people. He understood her proclivities, even if he didn't share them, or much interest in the act generally, and on an aesthetic level he knew why Lena was drawn to Kara Danvers, but how could she be so dense?

No, he had to play this properly. He'd written this little drama piece by piece, laying out the steps for her to follow, just as he'd manipulated her so many times at the chess table. All he had to do was pick up the remote on the table beside him and show her the truth, watch her crumble, and when she was reduced to rubble on the floor, rebuild her properly. She'd be his apprentice yet, be worthy. For all her faults, his half-sister was the closest thing he'd ever to know an equal, a worthy partner.

So worthy was she, in fact, that she smoothly swept back her jacket, and in a practiced motion, drew the revolver she carried in a basket-weave, FBI-cant holster on her strong side. Lex recognized it; he gave it to her. A Smith and Wesson J-Frame Ladysmith with custom ebony wood grips. The very one that Lex had gifted Lena on her twenty-first birthday, having already taught her to shoot on the grounds of the family estate.

"This is no time for theatrics, dear sister," said Lex.

Lena responded by shooting him twice, missing his heart. The pain was towering, enormous, and he was on the ground before he realized he'd fallen. Nothing had ever hurt this much.

In his usual detached way, he assessed. Gurgling when he breathed and copper on his breath: she'd hit a lung. When he pulled his hand back from one of the wounds, the blood was a rich, earthy red. Gutshot, then, too. Sadistic, if it was intentional. From the way her hand was shaking it probably wasn't.

"The world will never be safe with you in it," Lena choked out, still holding the gun in front of her as if it might shield her from what she'd done.

"Pathetic," Lex choked out. "Just as I thought." The gurgling came harder now.

He was going to die; that was inevitable. But he'd still get his licks in. They probably thought the Harun-El, or Red Daughter, or the Lexosuit were his master-stroke, but no, it was more intimate. More subtle. He willed himself to draw breath, commanded by force of will that blood keep carrying oxygen to his brain. Despite the agony ripping through him at every breath, he carried on. This made it worth it.

Oh, yes, she'd killed Lex Luthor, but he'd destroy her.

"What will you be without me? You have no one, and nothing."

She seemed confused. How had Lex ever thought that this bovine, dull creature could be worthy of ruling the world beside him? She had some low cunning and a technician's aptitude for laboratory work, but she was no peer of his.

"Go back and cry to your friends," he croaked. "All of them have been mocking you. Alex and Jimmy, your boyfriend, and that little alien runt, and her most of all. The truth was right in front of your face."

He managed to reach the remote and activate the monitors, relief flooding through him, cooling the heat of his dying. Lex slumped back, watching Lena watch her world unravel.

"They've been lying to you all this time, her most of all. Kara Danvers." He pronounced the name carefully, adding the proper Kryptonian inflection to Kara's name.

This. This was the thrust that ended the duel, the cutting stroke, the killing blow. He watched her eyes widen.

"Even your own mother has been lying to you. It's been right there the whole time."

Lena looked at him, the gun drooping in her hand. She looked at the monitor, back to him. Her expression hardened, twisting into a scowl. Perfect. She might even still be able to save him. He knew she was worthless now, of course, but she would be easily to manipulate and once she followed his instructions and healed his wounds, the guilt would take over and-

She was still looking at him. He met her gaze.

"Kara Danvers is Supergirl," Lex croaked out.

Lena's voice was heavy with sadness.

"I know."

Fuck.

Lena pulled the trigger. Lex saw a flash but heard no sound, felt no pain. It was simply over.

It was, but he wasn't.

Somehow, he did not hear, but sensed Lena leaving, not by the clack of her heels on concrete or the explosive rush of pressure as she stole his damned portal watch, but by some other means he didn't understand.

This was odd.

Lex hadn't counted on there being an afterlife. Nor had he considered that it would be so pedestrian and mundane, and that he'd end up staring down at his own body from above. The tunnel of light was probably next; going into said light was most likely, at least for Lex Luthor, an amazingly terrible idea.

This was truly strange. He supposed he should have been in shock and awed at the entire situation, but all he could really feel was a kind of confusion. Looking at his body was like walking the halls of the first boarding school he'd attended, trying to reconcile the memories of a child with the physicality and perspective of an adult who felt too large for those spaces.

In other words, had he really been that short? Had no one had the fortitude to tell him how silly that beard looked?

Lex waited, and started to wonder. Now if this was the afterlife, staring at his own corpse, that would be oddly fitting, in an ironic Greek hell sort of way. He could appreciate the poetry.

Out of of the corner of his eye -or the fringes of his bodyless, formless perception- Lex spotted movement and turned towards it instinctively. A wisp of thick vapor was snaking under the door, curling through the gap. Tendrils of the mist slithered along the floor, spreading and flowing until it surrounded the corpse, which Lex was now more comfortable thinking of as the body rather than my body.

Said mist was filling the room, rising higher and higher. Lex felt a peculiar tug, a nonphysical pull, a kind of involuntary lunge back towards his fallen body. As the mist grew heavier, it reduced the looped footage of Kara using her powers at L-Corp to a glowing blur behind the swirling fog.

Had Lena set the bunker on fire before she left? Perhaps she'd meant to giving him a Viking funeral. He rather liked that.

What he did not like was the jarring sensation of gurgling, pain swelling in his lungs in a molten wave that climbed up his throat, burning its way into a ragged, wet cough that filled his nostrils with metallic stink as surely as if he'd shoved pennies up his nose. He took another breath, or tried to.

Pain rocketed through his body. It felt as if invisible fingers were crudely ripping his wounds closed, knitting the flesh not only carelessly but with deliberate, sadistic glee. Lex cried out and tasted blood on his tongue.

There was a cold floor, hard beneath him. He blinked a few times, the world coming into blurry existence before his now-functional eyes. When he took another breath, the pain had abated, but the memory of it was a non-physical ache, a drag on his lungs nevertheless. As his eyes focused, he realized he was staring up at a new ceiling, in unknown surroundings. The arched stone above his head made him think castle. Maybe he'd been somehow carried off to a bunker in Kaznia, and was about to be interrogated.

Lex sat up.

He was in a castle, indeed. There was a thick carpet under his backside, doing little to protect him from the bitter cold of a hard stone floor. Elaborate tapestries hung on the walls, and in front of them stood heavy, solid bookcases that showed deep age in the wood and craftsmanship, the shelves packed with a vast number of volumes, all of them finely bound. Lex took a few tentative steps and looked over the spines. Most were unmarked. One had a cover of a strange, pale leather that felt loathsome to the touch.

Scanning the room, Lex decided he need to figure out where he was, who brought him here, and attempt to deduce why. It was important, even vital, to project a constant air of control, even if he had no idea what the hell was going on. He'd feel out his captor and find the best posture to start influencing them and guiding them down paths he had already calculated, towards the inevitable goal of escape, and if possible, control. Master of circumstances was Lex's central drive. He didn't play his pieces, he played his opponent; the game itself was merely an exercise in satisfying his intellectual vanity by minimizing the number of moves between opening and checkmate.

So, he assessed.

Wealth. Power. Aristocracy. Those were his first thoughts. The person who owned this place had vast resources and considered themselves vastly important, and to some degree they were right. On the wall opposite the bookcases, Lex found an assortment of arms and armor, full suits of plate on arming racks and heavy longswords and axes, all lovingly cared for.

The room was dominated by a painting. Lex paused to study it; the faded oils depicted, as through a dark glass, a striking young woman of great beauty, dressed in rich regalia. The artist had given her a lively visage, with curious, expressive eyes that were somehow full of mute appeal. She seemed familiar, though the aging of the painting made it difficult for Lex to say how.

Lex heard a scuff of leather and realized he wasn't alone.

At the far end of the room stood a tall man in rich, elaborate, and very antiquated robes and a heavy cloak. Very pale, he had an aristocratic look about him, with jet black hair worn long, swept back from a pronounced windows peak. In one hand, he delicately held a fine golden goblet, and in the other, he regarded some kind of elaborately decorated card; Lex at first thought of the tarot, but it wasn't part of the major or minor arcana, and he didn't recognize the design at all.

He turned and met Lex's gaze.

Lex flinched back and immediately loathed himself for it. He hadn't reacted like this to anyone in years, not since the first time the Kryptonian had paid him a visit. He held the stranger's gaze firmly, though it felt like nails pulled across his skin.

There was an expectant pause. Lex remained still, schooling his features.

"You are Alexander Luthor," the stranger said, gently placing his cup on the broad desk in front of him, settling in a rare open space amongst books and papers.

"My friends call me Lex."

He looked up, considering Lex briefly.

"I have brought you here, and raised you from death at great expense, for a singular purpose, Master Luthor."

Lex spread his hands in a conciliatory gesture.

"What purpose is that?"

"You will tell me everything you know about this woman."

He held something out, clearly expecting Lex to cross the room and accept it. Lex briefly weighed which option was best- to appear obedient and begin his manipulations that way, or force the other man to move from his position of presumed authority and reframe the conversation between them as an exchange between equals.

The moment stretched too long. The stranger's expression darkened slightly. Lex crossed the gap and accepted what turned out to be an eight by ten photograph. He looked at the familiar face.

"Her name is Kara Danvers," said Lex. The photo was her headshot from the CatCo Media website.

God, had no one ever put a picture of Supergirl in Google and done a reverse image search? It was so obvious. She was even more careless than Kent!

"This I know," the man said, taking the picture back. He studied it, lovingly dragging one finger down the edge.

"You seem rather taken with her," said Lex.

The stranger looked up, and carefully slipped the photograph between the pages of one of his books.

"She is important to my plans. I must bring her here, safely and securely, to my home."

Lex couldn't help it, he really couldn't. He barked out a laugh.

"Do you have any idea what you're dealing with? Kara Danvers is Supergirl."

The stranger's eyes flashed with fury, and for a moment, there was something absolutely bestial in his face, his features flowing and changing, twisting into something monstrous and carnivorous.

"It is you who have no idea what you are dealing with, little man," he said.

This wasn't going well.

"I'd be glad to help you, if you help me. I'm sure we can work out a-"

The man moved as fast as a damned Super. He blurred around the desk, suddenly just there, and whipped his hand across Lex's throat. At first, he thought he'd been slapped, but the pain was too sharp, too vital. A hot gush followed it, and Lex realized he was about to die. Again. His throat had been cut.

His knees hit the stone floor and he clutched at his neck, desperate to staunch the flow, but it sluiced between his fingers and spattered on the floor.

The stranger murmured a word, and the air itself seemed to twist around him, bent and mangled by the sound he made as a faint light twisted around his fingers as he bent and curled them in impossible configurations.

The pain of the wound closing was worse than its making; that had been quick, the edge sharp. This felt like someone was grasping Lex's parted flesh with greasy fingers and reshaping it like so much clay.

The stranger looked at the blood splattered on his fingers and hand.

"It is unfortunate that the offal that pollutes your veins is too poor a vintage, Luthor. I would not soil my tongue with it, but perhaps there are others that might be sated by lesser stock."

A hand closed around his neck, and Lex was hauled up, his toes kicking six inches above the floor.

"I could crush you like an insect, remake you, and crush you again," he said,  with a strange, mirthless joy in his voice. "You think yourself your world's smartest man. Next to me, you are nothing. Your world is nothing. I have ruled this land for a thousand years. I am beyond your comprehension."

He let go, and Lex fell, rolling with the impact, lucky not to pop something in his knee. He fell onto his side, gasping and struggling to breathe, unsure he still could.

"You will do as you are commanded. You will tell me everything you know of this woman, and hold nothing back. Her origins, her ways, her home, her family, everything you know, and if I am satisfied that you have been suitably forthcoming, I shall reward you by allowing you to live and serve me."

"Who are you?" Lex choked out.

The stranger stared down at him, smiling for the first time, a cold smile without a hint of anything human in it.

"I am the Ancient. I am the Land. I am Strahd."

[chaotic-super]

Live With Me - Chapter 18

Read it on AO3 here!

“I don’t think that’s going to work.” Cat huffs, watching as Kara fruitlessly squirms in her seat in an attempt at getting out of the too-tight cuffs as she strains against the zip ties holding her legs against the chair.

Kara sags in defeat. “There has to be a way out for us. We both know what will happen if we don’t, and frankly, I don’t want to see the inside of a coffin any time soon.”

“Obviously I don’t want that either but tiring yourself out in a futile attempt to break free from that chair isn’t going to help us, is it?” Cat peers over at her, exasperation clouding her features. “We might have to fight and scream and cause a ruckus at some point. We can’t do that if you’re in need of a nap because you’ve already been fighting some handcuffs for hours beforehand.”

Kara sighs as she tries to stretch out her wrists. A quick wiggle of her fingers tells her that the cuffs are definitely cutting off her circulation somewhat. Her fingertips are slightly numb and that’s pretty worrying. “I wish they hadn’t put these cuffs on so tightly. Can prolonged blood loss to a limb cause permanent damage?”

“Do I look like a doctor to you?”

Kara meets Cat’s eyes. Her words might be harsh but her worry is palpable. “Point taken. Do you have any ideas on how we could get out of here?”

The resounding shake of her head has Kara sighing a second time, and she indignantly throws her weight back into the chair to show her displeasure at the entire situation. As she does, a faint crack can be heard.

“Was that…?” Cat barely dares utter the words.

“I think I just broke the chair.” Kara’s mouth hangs open as she looks over at Cat wide-eyed.

Cat shakes off her initial surprise quickly. “Don’t just sit there then. Break the thing. If you can break it, you might be able to get up, and if you can get up, getting out of here will be a hundred times easier, come on.”  

In an attempt to recreate the effect she just had on the chair, Kara leans forward before shoving her weight back once more, but it’s tentative. She does it again, reserved because she’s afraid of falling backwards.

“Kara, for the love of God, please put your back into it, quite literally, because if I have to stay here longer than necessary because you’re afraid to chip a nail, I’m not going to be very happy.”

The sharp tone cuts through Kara’s worries and puts her back into the correct headspace, getting her to try a bit harder and come back to the realization that her need to get out of here is a lot greater than her fear of falling backwards.

First, she rocks forward as much as she can and then she shoves herself back into the chair with as much force as she can muster. It sends both her and the chair toppling over, and her face scrunches as she prepares for the landing.

Her arms hit the floor first with a dull thud, muffling the sound of wood on wood. She has to press her lips together tightly to stop herself from crying out and, in the process, inadvertently ends up biting down on her tongue. She winces as the taste of copper floods her senses, making her nose scrunch up.

“Are you ok?” Cat’s worried voice calls out to her.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Kara coughs, swallowing harshly and doing her best to ignore the pain in both her tongue and her arms from falling directly onto them.

“Can you get up?”

Kara tries her best, swinging her legs as much as possible to get her momentum to force her onto her side. Her feet are still attached to the legs of the chair but she has made progress. She’s managed to snap the back of the chair off completely.

 Pushing her arms back and wiggling as much as she can in an awkward sort of side shuffle, Kara manages to ditch the useless chair back, immediately giving her more room to move.

“What now? My legs are still trapped.” Kara strains to look back over at Cat, who is watching her closely, the cogs evidently turning in her head as she tries to figure out a way to get Kara off the floor and get the pair of them out of there.

“Uh…” Cat hesitates, and that doesn’t fill Kara with hope. If there’s one thing Cat Grant doesn’t usually do, it’s hesitate. “Can you reach your feet?”

With a bit more awkward twisting, Kara manages it, tapping her fingers against one of the zip ties to show she can. “Yeah.”

“Take your shoe off and bring it closer to you so you can get the laces out, then you’re going to thread it through the zip tie. Once you’ve done that, you need to create friction, pull it back and forth as quickly as possible, and it should snap. Got it?”

“Yes, I think so,” Kara grumbles, doing her best to ignore the aches and pains from being in such an uncomfortable position for so long.

From there, Kara attempts to follow the instructions she’s been given, the task achievable yet nowhere near easy to accomplish. She’s forced to wriggle and squirm to reach her hands around to her feet and contort her body in ways her joints don’t particularly appreciate.

“You look like a caterpillar that has been cursed by the universe to never turn into a butterfly. Hurry up.” Cat rushes her, aware that Kara has made a lot of noise and unsure if there are guards around or someone in the building who is supposed to be watching them.

“Thank you.” Kara grunts, forcing the lace of her shoes through the practically non-existent gap between her ankle and the chair leg.

As soon as it’s through, she starts trying to saw her way through the zip tie, her leg kicking against it to try and weaken it. It’s only on one particularly strong kick that she rips the zip tie down the leg of the chair and realizes that she could have just slid it off all the while without the added stress of trying to break it.

“Oh, I’m kind of dumb.” She mutters, sliding the other one off and forcing her shoe back on, minus the lace, which she just shoves deep into her pocket.

Now that she’s not attached to the chair, she flips herself onto her knees, using her hands as much as she can while still stuck behind her back. She clambers to her feet and steps towards Cat. “Ms Grant, I have an idea of how to get you off the chair, but it’s not going to be pretty.”

“I don’t care about pretty; I care about you getting me the hell out of here.”

Kara takes a deep breath before cracking on with her plan that she admits isn’t the best thought out but is the only one her brain is giving her in this pressing situation. They don’t have time for her to try and find another solution. She just has to try it and hope for the best.

Shuffling behind Cat, she turns her back to the chair before grabbing the top of it with her bound hands and slowly tipping it back, lowering Cat to the floor as gently as she can. Once she’s safely on the ground, she tips her onto her side as delicately as she can, which is not very.

“Hold on, I’m going to help you shuffle down to free your legs, and then I’ll help you off the back of the chair.” Kara murmurs, her hands scrambling to find purchase against Cat’s body to arrange her in a way that will make the escape possible. She’s never before wished that she was friends with David Blaine, but there’s a first for everything.

“Hurry up, we need to make this quick and we haven’t even touched on the handcuffs yet.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that part,” Kara whispers.

“You forgot?” Cat whisper-yells back at her.

Kara nods, focused only on getting Cat’s feet free, which isn’t too tricky. Once that’s done. Kara moves to get Cat out of the rest of the chair but falters and changes tactics. It will be easier to pull her up if she can see what her hands are doing.

Totally overestimating her flexibility, Kara attempts to pull her legs through her joined arms. There’s a struggle as she crouches down and tries to shimmy her wrists over her butt so she can kick her first leg over, and in doing so, she falls directly onto Cat, her face smushed against her stomach and her shoulder digging into her boss’ boobs.

“Ugh, can’t you do anything delicately? Jesus, Kara.” Cat can’t do anything to push Kara off her. Still, the sharp tone is enough to get her pulling herself together and trying again, this time a little further back from where Cat is lying so if she falls, it won’t be onto the woman that would totally file a sexual harassment claim against her with HR just to inconvenience her before revoking it after a day.

This time, Kara gets further. She gets her wrists over her ass and manages to get one leg through her arms. The problem comes when she can’t get the other leg through. She’s essentially now just stuck with her hands handcuffed between her legs. At least she can see them.

“That is entirely unhelpful, Kara. Now you’ll have to put your crotch next to my body, and I don’t appreciate that.”

“This is better. I can actually see where I’m grabbing you now.”

“I would prefer an accidental boob grab to having something Lena Luthor has spent too much time buried in lingering right beside my head.” Cat sneers.

Kara’s face flushes a deep crimson at the words, not expecting her boss to come out with something so lewd, yet somehow, she feels as though she should have expected it on some level. Making a choice that will most likely get her further away from the statement and the further tongue lashing she could potentially open herself up to, Kara stays silent, instead manoeuvring around Cat so she can hook her fingers into her armpit and drag her up and off the chair completely.

“Ok, now what do we do about the cuffs?” Kara asks.

Cat answers right away, a plan already formulated in her head. “I need you to pull out the hairpin in my hair and then pass it to me. I can get myself out of my cuffs and then I’ll get you out of yours. Ok?”

“You know how to pick the lock of government issues handcuffs?”

“I dated a senator once.” Cat offers up as Kara digs through her hair for a hairpin.

Kara’s face scrunches in confusion as she hands the hairpin over, her eyebrows furrowing and her lips pulling down as her nose scrunches up cutely. “Why would a senator—”

“Shut up. I have to focus.” Cat snaps, her face the epitome of concentration. It’s also the exact same face as the epitome of constipation but Kara doesn’t dare say anything. She doesn’t have a death wish.

It takes her a few minutes, but it works. Cat pulls it off, displaying the opened cuffs to Kara like a trophy with a smug smile before it drops with her eyes. She’s looking right at Kara’s hands with a level of disdain usually reserved for board meetings.

“I really wish you hadn’t put us both in this position.”

“I’m getting that.” Kara breathes, rolling her eyes.

“I’m going to kneel in front of you. Please remember I’m not your girlfriend, so if I see those hips so much as twitch in my direction, I’m going to leave you like that. Actually, I’m sure Ms Luthor would probably like that. You look like the kind of couple to be into weird shit.”

Kara’s jaw is practically resting on the floor at this point and settles for leaving it that way. At least then her tongue can’t get her into any trouble. Any more trouble.

Cat works away for a minute or two, her eyes laser focused while Kara looks anywhere other than at the kneeling CEO. She would like to erase this moment from her brain forever and feels much dirtier than it actually is because of the uncomfortable air left in the room from the comments made.

As the handcuffs unlock, Kara feels the rush of pain to her wrists as the blood flow is restored. She brings both hands up to her chest and tries to rub some of the feeling back into them.

All signs of her previous snark gone, Cat rests a tender hand on her forearm. “Are you ok?”

“I will be once we’re out of here and we’ve found Lena.”

“Then let’s go find her.”

That decided, they first take a look out of the lone window over on one side of the room, taking in the wonderous sight of nothing but a dirty alley and no way to get down from what is very clearly either the third or fourth floor. There’s no climbing or dropping their way down without breaking their ankles, and if anyone were to try it and fail spectacularly, it would be Kara.

Cat flicks her head towards the door. “That’s our only way out. We can’t get down.”

“That’s the way they’ll expect us to try and escape through, in any case. There might be a tripwire or something.”

“A tripwire?” Cat looks half disappointed and half amused at how Kara’s brain works. “I don’t think there’s a tripwire.”

“Wait,” Kara calls out softly as Cat starts making her way over to the door. “We might not be able to get down, but I think we can get up.”

“Please tell me that doesn’t mean what I think it means.” Cat folds her arms, her usual strong stance faltering from a mixture of exhaustion, fear and stiffness from being trapped in one position for so long.

Kara looks up and out of the window, judging carefully to see if her idea is feasible. “I think we can do it. We climb out, and I’ll give you a boost up. There’s a balcony right above us. If you can get up there and help me up once you’re there, we can get out through that room upstairs instead.”

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to try and climb out of a window to a balcony attached to a room that could be filled with a bunch of assholes that handcuffed us to chairs not too long ago?”

Kara shifts her weight, her hands wringing in front of her. She stretches out her back, cracking it softly. “No, but I am, and I think it’s our best chance. I’ve just got a gut feeling that if we go up there, it will work out for us. I can’t explain it.”

With a huff, Cat pins her with a look Kara has never seen before. “Then let’s follow your gut. Maybe it will lead you to a buffet on the way to Lena.”

“I care more about Lena than a buffet,” Kara argues, prising the window open as much as she can, grateful it’s old and only has a catch, not a lock that requires a key.

“Then today is the day hell freezes over.”

“Is now really the time for you to be making snarky comments? This seems like a time where you should be giving me time to think so we can make the best decisions possible.”

Cat sneers in response. “The best decisions possible? Kara, you just told me to climb out of the window and risk falling to my death.”

Kara’s nerves are fried and she can’t keep her mouth shut any longer. “Would you prefer a bullet instead? I’m sure that can be arranged if you really want that.”

“You’re spicy,” Cat complains, but there’s a hint of something in her eyes that Kara can’t make sense of, her brain too busy figuring out how to get them out of this mess to try and work out the inner workings of Cat Grant’s mind, a hefty task if there ever was one.

“No. I’m scared, and you’re not helping.” Kara answers. “Plus, my head is killing me.”

Cat had somewhat grown accustomed to the dried blood smeared across Kara’s face, but at the mention, it’s like seeing it for the first time all over again. “Let’s get out of here then. You need to get that looked at.”

“Exactly. So, do you want to climb up there or what?”

“No, but let’s do it. I once climbed a basketball player like my life depended on it. This can’t be much different.”

“Gross.”

Kara climbs through the window first, keeping one hand inside to clasp onto the wall just above the window and keep her balance as she teeters on the thin window frame. She holds her other hand out in offering and sighs in relief when Cat takes it without a word, climbing out and facing Kara.

“Stand on my knee first and then work your way up to my hip. Then, I’ll brace my arm against my chest, you stand on my hand, and I’ll boost you up. It’s not that high up to the edge of the balcony. You should be more than high enough to grab the railing and have enough leverage to pull yourself up.”

Humming her understanding, Cat gets right to work. She’s not putting off the inevitable. If this fails, it doesn’t matter if she goes splat on the pavement now or in two minutes.

Kara grunts, doing her best to stay as still and as steady as possible as she’s used as a jungle gym. She has to give it to her boss, she’s actually pretty good at climbing. She’s scaling Kara like she’s nothing more than an average staircase. Impressive.

Cat grips the railing and starts pulling herself up. The metal railing is cold against her palms, the chipping paint helping her grip, something she needs because her palms are so sweaty. She tips herself over the edge as soon as she can, her heart thumping quicker than a hummingbird’s.

“Are you good?” Kara peers up as much as she can, her anxiety increasing now that Cat is out of sight.

She doesn’t get an immediate response, but then, through the gaps in the railings, two legs appear, swiftly followed by Cat’s sharp voice. “Grab on and get up here.”

Kara has a feeling that she’s either going to slip or break Cat’s legs, she’s not sure which it is. She wraps her hands around Cat’s ankles first, and a small part of her revels in the hint of stubble there. She’s found an imperfection in the Queen of All Media. Lena is going to love hearing about this later.

If she wasn’t determined before, she certainly is now that she’s got an image of Lena in her head. She has her head thrown back in laughter and a cheesy grin etched across her face. They’re at home and they’re safe. Kara’s going to get them home.

Climbing her way up to the balcony, her arms gripping Cat tightly and her feet scrambling for purchase against the wall, she almost slips as the unexpected sound of the door slamming open shocks her out of focus.

Someone is in the room they have barely stepped a foot out of and there’s no doubt that her legs are currently hanging right outside of the window right now. There’s no way they don’t know where she is.

“Get down, now!”

The voice is so demanding and strong that Kara has to fight every instinct that she has not to give in and obey, but they can still make it. She’s sure of that.

One final push and a little bit of dumb luck and she’s got her hands around the railings, Cat is standing up and she’s being pulled up onto the balcony fully.

It’s just a shame that by the time she’s safely on the right side of the railings, they’ve already been blocked onto the balcony by a group of agents.

“Hands where we can see them!”

Cat doesn’t fight them, and if Cat isn’t fighting them, Kara knows she sure as hell shouldn’t and follows suit.

“Catherine Grant? Kara Danvers?” One of them confirms – a woman with a stern face, heavily wrinkled despite looking moderately young.

“That’s us.” Cat answers for the pair of them.

“Agent Captyn, CIA.”

A badge is held up for them both to see.

“Agent C—”

“Spelt with a C-A-P-T-Y-N. No jokes at this time, please. We’re here to protect you in the name of national security. Follow us.”

A brief glance is exchanged between them before they shuffle in from the balcony. They’re a little shocked to see what has to be close to twenty agents in the room, some kind of office with a fancy desk and a large monitor in one corner.

“Agent Captyn?” Kara hesitantly tries to get her attention, not willing to risk tapping her on the shoulder. She’d like to keep all of her fingers; Lena would be upset if she didn’t.

Steely grey eyes meet hers. “Yes, Ms Danvers?”

“Have you found Lena?”

Those eyes soften just a smidgen. “We’re working on it, I promise. There’s another team out there right now on their way to a possible location.”

“Is it a hotel?” Cat rushes her steps to keep up with them, the pace a little too fast for her liking. She’s not one to be left behind in any capacity though. “That’s where I last saw her. We were initially taken there together.”

“It is.”

“Good.”

“Excellent.” Agent Captyn faces off with her, not liking the air of superiority Cat is exerting. “Now, we’re going to take you to a safe location and we’ll have someone look over your injuries, Ms Danvers. It looks like a possible broken nose from where I’m standing.”

Kara nods. “Yeah, they got me good. Where are they? The FBI guys sort of just left us there. Did they just leave after?”

“Either that or they got a tip that we were on our way. Our priority is your safety right now, Ms Danvers. All you have to worry about is following my orders and you’ll be back in National City before you know it.” She directs them to the fire escape and they start making their way down to where there are several non-conspicuous black cars and a few plain vans ditched haphazardly outside of the building. “Come on, you’re safe now.” She reassures them one last time.

Climbing into one of the cars, Kara feels Cat’s hand slide over her wrist. The pressure is grounding and helps calm her, but a sly glance over at the woman sitting on her left has her realizing that the touch isn’t for her. Even the mightiest of people falter under too much pressure and need a little reassurance.

Looking away to not make her self-conscious, Kara trains her eyes out of the window, the pain in her face now more evident since she’s got time to sit in the moment. She hopes that whatever doctor they set her up with gives her some pain meds because it’s getting less bearable by the second.

They have no idea whether these people are actually going to take them somewhere safe, but Kara finds that she doesn’t really care so long as she gets reunited with Lena. She needs to know she’s safe. That’s her number one priority.

-

Lena taps her fingers against the table impatiently. She was sure she wouldn’t be waiting long, but here she is, still waiting. At least a couple of hours must have passed, and she’s been alone ever since. It’s making her uneasy. She was so sure that she handled General Lane well and came out on top, but the longer she sits, stews, worries and waits, the less certain she becomes.

As much as she understands why she can’t have her phone with her, she wishes she kept it with her so that she could play one of the dumb games Kara insisted on downloading there months ago so she would have something to do in her downtime besides check her emails. She’ll never admit to Kara that she plays them occasionally, but she’s relatively sure Kara knows anyway. She always knows.

She sighs, weighing up whether or not to just put her head down and see if she can rest a little while she waits. It makes her feel awful that she feels she could sleep even though she doesn’t know where Kara and Cat are but she’s mentally and physically exhausted. She’s half ready for the government to just make them disappear at this point just so she can rest. Albeit, that would be a more extended rest than she would like. A nap is a nap though.

The door opens just as she’s about to throw caution to the wind and get some shut-eye. The person she was expecting isn’t the one standing there though. In place of General Lane, there’s instead a group of agents, guns drawn and in full tactical gear.

One steps forward and raises his mask. “Ms Luthor, follow me. We’re getting you out of here.”

“And who are you?”

“CIA.”

“Say no more.”

He looks confused as she stumbles to her feet. “You don’t have any questions.”

“Not currently. Just take me to Kara and I’ll be happy. That is where we’re going, correct?”

“Well…yes.”

“Wonderful, let’s go.”

-

Lena strides through the building like she owns the place, her fatigue and exhaustion pushed aside as she’s directed to a motel room by a couple of agents. They hand her the key and nod to door number twenty-seven. “You’re safe here. You’ll be well guarded, I promise.”

“Thank you.” She forces out, eager to get to her girlfriend. She slides the key into the handle and pushes it open, barely remembering her manners. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

She rushes inside, letting the door swing closed behind her.

The motel room is split into two parts, a living area and then a bedroom area. Given the quiet emptiness of the living area, she knows where her people should be.

Rounding the corner, she holds her breath, terrified that she’s not going to be there.

She is.

“Kara?”

“Lena?” Kara’s voice is filled with excitement and relief, but that’s not what Lena’s focusing on. No, her eyes are instantly drawn to the bruising and swelling across Kara’s face. She has sutures across one cheek and her forehead.

“You’re hurt.”

“I’m ok.”

Cat clears her throat from where she’s sat in a massive terribly-patterned armchair, the thing practically engulfing her. “She’s not fully ok, but she got signed off by a doctor. As you can see, those assholes really did a number on her face. Believe it or not, this is much better than it was before.”

Lena’s feet draw her closer to Kara, even when her mind isn’t all there to direct her. Her body knows where to go, or rather, who to go to. As soon as she’s within reach, Lena’s hands cradle Kara’s face, turning it gently so she can get a better look. “I’m going to kill them.”

“That’s easier said than done. I think a lot of them have run back to wherever they hang their bad-guy masks at night. They ditched us at the office building where they were keeping as soon as they knew the CIA were getting close.”

“And the CIA came and let you out?”

“We were already halfway out by the time they got there. We would have managed it.” Kara brags.

“By ‘halfway out’, she means halfway out the window. We were in the process of successfully scaling the building when they arrived. It was all very dramatic and very impressive. I could have done without it though.”

The story is almost too much. Lena’s had enough for the day—more than. “I can’t take much more of an explanation tonight. Think we can save the story for tomorrow?”

“Of course.” Kara takes Lena’s hands from her face and gently guides her down to sit on the bed beside her.

“She says as though she hasn’t been fighting sleep for the past hour because she wanted to be awake when her girlfriend finally arrived.” Cat snickers.

Lena can’t help the fond smile that falls into place. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kara nudges her. “Now, there’s three of us and one bed. How are we doing this? I don’t mind taking the couch so you can rest properly. I hear CEOs can be particularly grumpy if they don’t get enough rest.”

Cat raises herself up from the chair, straightening out her clothes as best she can despite them being heavily rumpled from the day’s events. “That’s quite alright. I’ll take the couch. I’ve been far too close to you today, and I don’t want that same experience with your partner. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from being forced to be that close to your crotch. In fact, I might need therapy.”

“You’re not the only one,” Kara mumbles as Cat flounces off.

Lena pins her with a look of utter bafflement and Kara rushes to explain as she realizes that her boss just told her girlfriend that she was close to her crotch. That’s not something that any girl wants to hear about her girlfriend.

“I uh…I got my hands caught around my crotch.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It’s not as sexy as it sounds. I had my hands handcuffed behind my back and I tried to get them around to my front. I got caught like this.” Kara mimes out how she got herself trapped. “Cat had to pick the lock while I was like that.”

Lena nods slowly. “You’re a disaster.”

Kara is about to argue but loses the words as Lena practically dives onto the bed. “Come cuddle.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

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[besties-breakup-poll]

Besties Breakup Bracket!!

It's timeeeeee! Here are our match-ups!

Round 1 is split into four groups, with each group of polls going up every few days. Polls are a week long. As per the rules, propaganda is welcome, just keep it civil :)

Round 1A and B are up! Let's do this!!

You can also find the full list of competitors under the cut!

Round 1A:

Kiryu & Nishiki (Yakuza Kiwami) vs The Doctor & The Master (Doctor Who)

Sasha, Anne & Marcy (Amphibia) vs Mami & Kyouko (Madoka Magica)

Gojo & Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen) vs Sunny & Basil (Omori)

Thatcher & Dave (The Mandela Catalogue) vs Shauna & Jackie (Yellowjackets)

Todd & Copper (The Fox and the Hound) vs Sarah & Nancy (The Craft)

Ruth & Debbie (GLOW) vs Joey & Dick (Me And My Dick)

Kara & Lena (Supergirl) vs Juno, Mick & Sasha (The Penumbra Podcast)

Kaeya & Diluc (Genshin Impact) vs Fushima & Yata (K Project)

Round 1B:

Regina & Janis (Mean Girls) vs Rebecca & Paula (Crazy Ex-Girlfriend)

Michael & Jeremy (Be More Chill) vs Greg & Rowley (Diary of a Wimpy Kid)

Jon & Tim (The Magnus Archives) vs Arthur & John (Malevolent)

Daisy & Fitz (Agents of Shield) vs Fitz & The Fool (Realm of the Elderlings)

Matt & Foggy (Daredevil) vs Gihun & Sangwoo (Squid Game)

Anakin & Obi Wan (Star Wars) vs Azula, Mai & Ty Lee (Avatar The Last Airbender)

Rin & Kitay (The Poppy War) vs Kaito & Shuichi (Danganronpa)

Charles & Erik (X Men) vs Vander & Silco (Arcane)

Round 1C:

Catra & Adora (She Ra) vs Nana & Nana (Nana)

Grace & Simon (Infinity Train) vs Silence & Saria (Arknights)

Steve & Tony (MCU) vs Reki & Langa (SK8 the Infinity)

Dia & Bort (Houseki no Kuni) vs Rapunzel & Cassandra (Tangled)

Keefe & Fitz (Keeper of the Lost Cities) vs Jo & Laurie (Little Women)

Jennifer & Needy (Jennifer’s Body) vs House & Wilson (House MD)

Rashmi, Amelie & Loam (Entropic Float) vs Chloe & Adrien (Miraculous Ladybug)

Amity & Willow (The Owl House) vs Serval & Cocolia (Honkai: Star Rail)

Round 1D:

Annabeth, Thalia & Luke (Percy Jackson) vs Midoriya & Bakugou (BNHA)

Taylor & Rachel (Parahumans) vs Gilgamesh & Tarvek (Girl Genius)

Seven Red Suns & Five Pebbles (Rain World) vs Chell & Wheatley (Portal 2)

Wei Wuxian & Jiang Cheng (The Untamed) vs Colm & Pádraic (The Banshees of Inisherin)

Naruto & Sasuke (Naruto) vs Mercedes & Annette (Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Cole & Jay (Ninjago) vs Lelouch & Suzaku (Code Geass)

Roxas, Axel & Xion (Kingdom Hearts) vs Rudolph & Tobias (Ghost Eyes)

Kirk & Spock (Star Trek) vs Caesar & Brutus (Julius Caesar)

[theadaptableeducator]

An Historical Timeline of art materials throughout history: An ‘Ism’ Overview - Perspectives Comparing And contrasting art movements

Prehistoric Times:

Cave paintings were created using natural pigments like charcoal and ochre (40,000 BCE - 10,000 BCE).

Ancient Times:

Egyptians used materials such as stone, copper, gold, lapis lazuli, and pigments made from plants and minerals for their paintings and sculptures (c. 3100 BCE - 30 BCE).

Greeks used clay, bronze, and marble for their sculptures and fresco techniques for their paintings (c. 800 BCE - 146 BCE).

Romans used similar materials as the Greeks, but also developed new techniques for mosaic making (c. 753 BCE - 476 CE).

Middle Ages:

Medieval artists used pigments made from natural sources like plants, insects, and minerals, and materials such as wood, stone, and stained glass for their artwork (c. 500 CE - 1500 CE).

Renaissance:

Renaissance artists used a variety of materials including oil paint, canvas, wood, and marble (c. 1300 CE - 1600 CE).

Baroque:

Baroque artists used a wider range of materials such as pastels, chalk, and silverpoint, and developed techniques such as chiaroscuro and tenebrism (c. 1600 CE - 1750 CE).

19th Century:

The Industrial Revolution brought new materials such as synthetic dyes and oil paint tubes, which made painting easier and more accessible to artists (c. 1800 CE - 1900 CE).

20th Century:

Modern artists experimented with new materials such as acrylic paint, spray paint, and found objects, and developed new techniques such as collage and performance art (c. 1900 CE - present).

An then there’s now…

There are numerous materials used in the production of art in the 21st century(-ish). Here are some examples:

Digital Media: With the advent of technology, digital media has become a popular medium in contemporary art. Artists use software such as Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, and 3D modeling programs to create their works. Some examples include:

Cory Arcangel's Photoshop Gradient Demonstrations (2011)

Rachel Maclean's video installations (2016)

Found Objects: Artists often use found objects, or everyday items, in their artworks. These objects are repurposed or combined to create new works of art. Some examples include:

Damien Hirst's shark preserved in formaldehyde (1991)

Ai Weiwei's installation of 9,000 bicycles in Toronto (2013)

Mixed Media: Mixed media refers to artworks that use a combination of materials and techniques. This can include painting, drawing, printmaking, collage, and sculpture. Some examples include:

Kara Walker's cut paper silhouettes (2005)

Robert Rauschenberg's Combines (1954-1964)

Performance Art: Performance art involves live actions by artists, which can be theatrical, improvisational, or conceptual. It often involves the use of the body as the primary medium. Some examples include:

Marina Abramović's The Artist is Present (2010)

Tino Sehgal's These Associations (2012)

Installation Art: Installation art is a genre of contemporary art that involves creating immersive, site-specific works that often utilize a variety of materials and techniques. Some examples include:

Olafur Eliasson's The Weather Project (2003)

Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Mirrored Room (2013)

These are just a few examples of the many materials and techniques used in contemporary art.

[hauntedvulcan]

For evelyn: 📚 books, drop of blood, 🧡orange heart, 🌈rainbow

For evie: 🎻 violin,🔺️red triangle pointing up, 🌈rainbow, 💯hundred points

For kara: drop of blood, 💤sleeping sign, 🍃leaves fluttering, 🍝spaghetti

Evelyn:

📚- She's a starfleet officer so she's attended Starfleet academy. She originally was planning on getting an undergraduate degree in musical theater before she got into starfleet academy, but that degree remains unfinished

🩸- She has human blood for sure. Not sure of her official blood type tho. I can see her being a more rare blood type.

🧡- She has a complicated relationship with her family, leading to her prioritizing friends. She has tried to include Kara but she can't control Kara's reclusive behaviors.

🌈- She's a lesbian. She uses she/her pronouns

Evie:

🎻- Surprisingly, she doesn't play an instrument! But I'm sure she'd like to learn. I can see her dabbling in singing showtunes casually (not an instrument but a musical activity)

🔺- I'm sure she could aim a phaser but she's not as good with physical weapons because she's used to relying on her powers as a Q

🌈- She's pansexual, she likes all genders. She likes to take the physical form of a woman, and likes to use she/her pronouns

💯- 1) She lived in the midwest for a while! Shes a Kansas girlie!! 2) She's lonely. She feels kind of isolated as a Q and longs for the connection she observes other mortals having with each other 3) Evie has a BIG secret. She has an alter ego. However this information currently remains a spoiler...

Kara:

🩸- Oooooof I'm not sure. She's Vulcan so her blood would be completely different! Her blood is copper based and green

💤- I see her being a heavy sleeper

🍃- Her favorite subject was a science subject. I see her being a biology girlie.

🍝- Hmmm. I will say as she is Vulcan, she is vegetarian. I see her liking tomato soup tbh. It has her vibes

[allthatisleftinthedark]

@offrozenmemoirs / cont.

With six nieces and nephews, you grew attuned to the delicate shifts in the moods of young ones. Granted, your cousin Kara's perception of her children is unmatched. Alas, frequent observations of the countless students at the library honed in reading the atmosphere better to moods and emotions.

Sunlight traces against the sharp claws hidden beneath caramel-and-white fur, the sheen sparkling in your amber-bright eyes.

"Means I don't have to talk much to figure out what goes in that head of yours, Madam Zarin," you explain, slightly rolling your wrist as your other paw dives into your side satchel. "Not to say that my findings are the most precise; that sophisticated and quick assuming isn't quite my specialty."

"Not as refined as intuition," you muse with a chuckle, "but something more accurate is a gut feeling."

As you rummage inside the pouch, digits brushing against a feathered quill, a compact inkpot, a scroll holding this week's tasks, and a handful of coppers, you think, 'No way I could've misplaced that. She'd get on my case if I did.'

Cheery in demeanor and still smiling, conversation with the young student is made effortlessly. Still, her subtle discomfort doesn't slip past you.

Glancing past Creed to the small courtyard leading to the library, you remark, "It feels like a whole other world when you're here, Creed, and this is how the world is." Ears flatten, "Time moves faster than people do, but you at least know the world works like this."

'People may move or never move on. The same way they can change or never change at all.'

Your ears suddenly perk up, "Ah, found it!" Your interjection briefly disrupts the conversation, but the discovery from the satchel remains a mystery.

Cupping the item in one paw and concealing it from Creed's prying eyes, your other paw's digits curl inward, revealing natural claws. "Food gets the brain going," you start, wrinkling your button-pink nose and forcing your claw through the mystery. "Mine hasn't been running quite as it should be. It's been running empty since my morning 'breakfast.'" Irises narrow into slits, tongue slightly hovering out of your maw from concentration.

The morning menu was always a rushed sip of coffee that stayed untouched until late afternoon. At that point, it was lukewarm and despicable for most to drink, but that made it all the better when you knew no one else would try to take a swig of something that was yours.

Trajectories for breakfast changed if there was the presence of a golden-eyed magus. Conjuring mage hands to chase after you with toast, tomato, or a tangerine! The lengths she'd go!

Wafting around the air, besides fresh air, was a hinted aroma of sweetness and zestiness. Peering beside the secretive feline is a curious sight: a growing ribbon of orange. Undisturbed and all connected, an impressive feat. A subtle thud comes as the gray cobblestone meets a vibrant friend: a tangerine peel.

"A quick snack on the way. That way this--" You begin, holding up a tangerine wedge in front of the student, positioning it to resemble a frown. "Can turn into this!" With a deft twist, you flip the tangerine to form a cheerful, crescent smile.

"Here you are," you place the fruit slice in Creed's palm. Eleven more juicy wedges await, enough for a shared moment of tangy delight.

[female-buckets]

[formsofcontinuity]

chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,6, 7, 8, 9 and 10 (or, all earlier chaps on AO3)

chapter 11: pipers piping

“I have to admit, this is not what I was imagining.”

“And what were you imagining?” 

Lena shakes her head in fond bewilderment at the scene before her. “Not this.” 

When Kara had proposed picking her up for lunch, she’d meant it quite literally, swooping onto the balcony of the Foundation at precisely a quarter after twelve, and gathering Lena into her arms before flying off again. Luckily, Lena had dressed for the occasion of a cool, ocean-side flight, having more or less followed the instructions from Kara’s cryptic morning text message: Make sure to wear something warm, pants, and shoes you can easily take off.  Well, nothing in Lena’s work wardrobe really fits that description, so Lena had merely changed into jeans, a soft cable-knit sweater, and slip-on flats after her last morning meeting, hanging up her skirt suit to return to later in the afternoon. 

Now, she can see why Kara was so precise in her description; the blonde had flown them about fifty miles down the Pacific coast, landing in the middle of a deserted stretch of beach. A few dozen sandpipers are milling about, scattering when Kara gently touches down, but slowly emerging again to peer at these unexpected visitors. 

“It’s rather brilliant, actually,” Lena continues, “The pipers lyric always make me think of, well, pipes.” 

“Copper or steel?” Kara asks, deadpan. 

Lena laughs. “I meant like flutes, pan pipes, you know.”

“I do know,” Kara preens, just a little bit. “And I’m glad you approve of my brilliance–for once.” 

“Truth be told,” Lena slides her hands up the front of Kara’s suit and around her neck, “I’ve approved this whole time. Very impressive, all the things you’ve pulled off in less than two weeks.” 

Kara leans down and kisses Lena lightly, smiling. “Wait, this isn’t everything. Take off your shoes. We need to take a little walk.” 

Kara dematerializes her suit to reveal loose linen pants and a fitted white t-shirt; she’s already barefoot. Lena looks Kara up and down appreciatively before leaning over to slip off her shoes. 

“Oh!” 

“Are you okay?”

“The sand’s just a little cold.” 

“I’m sorry! Are you cold otherwise? I can’t really tell.” 

“No, no. It’s a beautiful day. I’m fine.” She wiggles her toes into the sand. “It just caught me off-guard.”

Kara folds Lena’s hand in hers and pulls her south down the beach. “If a breeze picks up, I’ll keep you warm, okay?”

The sandpipers run up and down the shore gracefully on their long, thin legs, occasionally dipping their narrow beaks into the sand or the seafoam. Kara explains how some species are endangered, but she’d been careful to select an area where they wouldn’t be disturbing any vulnerable populations and that it wasn’t nesting season anyway. 

“You know an awful lot about sandpipers.” 

To Lena’s surprise, Kara’s face flushes adorably pink. 

“I may have done some research.” 

They come around a small series of dunes, and Lena sees where Kara’s been leading her. She’s set up a picnic, complete with blanket and wicker basket. Kara pulls her down onto the blanket gently, and unpacks the food: bread, charcuterie, several types of French cheese, figs, and olives. 

They sit, surrounded by dunes, and make rather short work of the food, especially once Lena catches on that Kara’s trying to regulate herself and encourages the blonde to eat as much as she wants. After, she packs up the picnic again, using a touch of superspeed, and sets the basket neatly at the edge of the blanket. 

“How much longer do you have?”

Lena looks at her watch. “Another hour before we should head back.”

“Perfect.” Kara pulls Lena between her legs, so that Lena’s back is pressed to the blonde’s front. Kara leans her chin softly on Lena’s shoulder as they peer out at the ocean together. 

“Kara,” Lena’s voice holds a note of awe as she takes in their surroundings–the cool blue of a cloudless winter sky; the stillness around them except for the occasional sandpiper with its chattering little cheeps; the undisturbed stretches of sand; the ocean, a brilliant blue, rhythmically offering itself to the shore. “This is beautiful.” She turns her head until she can look at Kara out of the corner of her eye. “Thank you.”  

Kara cranes forward, then, and kisses her, a gentle hand on Lena’s cheek drawing their mouths together. They stay that way for a moment, a soft exploration of lips, but the angle makes any deeper contact impossible. Soon, Kara is guiding Lena’s body back onto the blanket beneath them, moving so she’s propped over her, supporting most of her weight on her arms until Lena snakes a hand over the small of Kara’s back and pulls her down. Their bodies press together, warm and whole. Kara sighs, Lena lets out a breathy little exhalation, and then they’re lost in each other until Lena’s alarm, which she’d had the forethought to set, chortles and brings them back to reality. 

Kara drops Lena back off on her Foundation balcony at precisely three-thirty in the afternoon, in time to change and prepare for her four o’clock meeting. She’s a little sandy and a lot distracted, pleasantly addled from making out with Kara on the beach for close to an hour, but manages to get herself mostly cleaned up and moderately focused. And if Lena’s department heads notice that their boss is smiling more than usual or that her hair glitters a bit when it catches the light from a few errant grains of sand, no one says a word. 

It’s ten at night before Lena finally manages to head home, texting Kara to let her know she’s arrived safely. Kara’s response is immediate. Can I come over? Just for a minute? I miss you.

Lena could never say no to a request like that. 

Lena waits for her outside, and Kara arrives on the balcony as she did the morning this all started, with a whoosh and a flap of her cape, except this time she kisses Lena in greeting. 

“Will you stay the night?” Lena asks without preamble but quickly clarifies, “To sleep. I’ve missed you, too.”

Kara’s eyes fill with an adoring sort of joy, something wholly and ineffably beautiful. “I’d love to.” 

In a protracted echo of New Years’ Eve, they change and brush teeth and wash faces in a kind of domestic dance, as if they’ve been doing it for years, harmony in motion. And when Kara slips past Lena to let her finish up in the bathroom, she lingers for just a moment, pressing into Lena’s back and kissing her lightly at the juncture of her neck and jaw.

This time, it’s Lena who opens her arms as soon as they’re lying side by side in bed, and Kara who falls into them gratefully. As sleep begins to overtake her senses, Lena thinks–no, she knows–that this is what she wants every night from now on: to be soothed by the steady tattoo of Kara’s heart, to be warmed by the cadence of her slowing breath, to love Kara with everything that she has.

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Stunning New Born Kara - Smooth Infants Kada Sikh Singh Kaur Khalsa Bracelet Iron Bangle CCDesign No. CC2

These Kara are from the Holy City of Amritsar Sahib Ji (The City of Golden Temple/Darbar Sahib/Harmandir Sahib Ji). Suitable for new born babies.Width is approx 5mm

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[libertys-lovers]

SO THE EPISODE WHERE KARA’S A BARTENDER?!?

I went back to it because I wanted an aesthetic shot of his bar.

I went there to look for COPPER

BUT I MADE IT OUT WITH PURE G O L D

LOOK AT HIS SILLY LIL POUT AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHDMELFKRLT