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trafficblrpositivityproject · 6 months ago
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Gotta shout out hitheeprithee and oh-snapperss for writing the rentho knights fic that haunts me everyday. Their writing flows seamlessly together and is beautiful in every sense of the word. I recommend it to anyone who asks for recommendations and probably sound like I broken record all the time, but it truly is one of the best fics in the fandom, imo
@hitheeprithee and @oh-snapperss !!!
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talas-first-lady · 8 months ago
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The characters of Supergirl have been allotted one use of the word "fuck" per season.
Bonus points if you share the episode/scene/line they should use it in.
Other seasons
(I’m attempting to go by which 11 characters are in the most episodes but please feel free to vote other!)
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bumpscosity · 2 years ago
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Someone said aethers look like muppets so um someday we’ll find it the rainbow connection etc
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wanderingmind867 · 27 days ago
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You can't have the JLA without Snapper Carr! He had to be back for the 200th issue anniversary special! I missed his presence. Firestorm clearly doesn't miss him, though. He looks like he wants to kill Snapper, honestly. It's kind of funny. (Justice League of America #200):
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funkbun · 7 months ago
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flight rising needs to make Snappers 2, then I'd be completely satisfied with a new dragon design
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theweavingofcattails · 12 days ago
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After looking through all the canonical Warrior Cats characters I've concluded that
1- There are a lot more Torties/Calicos than I thought there were
2- There are not nearly as many as there probably should be
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narraboths · 1 year ago
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“You got anything to tell me about yesterday’s interview, Ponytail?”
Being cornered by one’s editor is rarely a good sign. Being cornered by a harried Snapper Carr one month into her tenure as a rookie reporter would be enough to give others nightmares for a month. Maybe ulcers. Kara, though, she’s been having a great week, and she’s not about to let anyone ruin it.
“Nope.” She pops the p a little. Something about Snapper’s moroseness always pushes her to be spitefully chipper.
“Nothing out of the ordinary?”
“Not at all.”
“Hm.” Snapper nurses the thought with that dour, toothachey look that Kara’s come to learn is directed at her just as much as it is a sign of his general displeasure with the world. He pulls out his phone, jabbing at the screen. “So do you mind explaining to me why my cub reporter is on the front page of every gossip rag from here to Metropolis as the Mystery Blonde Caught in Luthor’s Web?”
That can’t be right is immediately the tip of Kara’s tongue but it freezes there, along with the incredulous laugh threatening to burst out of her, because Snapper is shoving his phone in her face and–
“It’s not what it looks like,” she blurts out, instinctively, then winces at her own choice of words. Great save. “I was just being considerate.”
It’s true, really. She was only holding the door open for Lena as they left L-Corp (Lena was on the move the whole day, they did half of the interview in the back of her Range Rover, flitting between offices), and it only happened that Lena’s hand fell to her forearm, a completely innocent gesture, as innocent as Lena’s smile, as the way she swayed a little closer, saying thank you as she strode by. And sure, Kara may have felt mesmerized for a single, fleeting moment, suddenly so deeply flustered by the gentle weight of Lena’s hand that she almost cracked the door handle in two, but who wouldn’t? Lena Luthor just has a remarkable presence. Why are they letting paparazzi camp out at the L-Corp doorstep, anyways?
“I’ve never seen Luthor that affectionate with anyone.” Snapper eyes Kara suspiciously, his face screaming why you of all people, bumbling rookie who can barely even spell?. “I’ve never seen any of the Luthors affectionate with anyone at all.”
“Guess it’s just my natural charm, sir.” Kara flashes the most annoyingly innocent smile she can, then squares her shoulders. “Did you actually read my article?”
There’s a beat of silence, Snapper staring daggers at her. Then finally, finally, he lets out an annoyed huff.
“Of course I read it. It’s going out first thing tomorrow.” He pockets his phone, then rubs his face with a tired motion. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again.”
“You got it, boss.”
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It happens again.
It happens again a bunch, really. (Kara at the L-Corp gala, at Lena’s table, the two of them in lively conversation, shoulders pressed together – she was telling me about L-Corp’s new green energy initiative, sir –, the fond smile and almost-teasing tone when Lena calls “yes, Miss Danvers?” at her press conference – she’s just nice! It’s not a crime! –, the candid of them on the CatCo balcony when Lena’s in house for her cover shoot, Kara gesturing excitedly and Lena leaning against the railing, hanging onto every word, a jacket two sizes too big wrapped around her shoulders – you know it gets cold out there. At least there’s no photos of her wrapping the jacket around Lena, their hands brushing together, the faint blush along the lines of Lena’s throat. That’d probably look pretty suspicious.) Snapper’s face takes on increasingly vivid shades of purplish red.
“Do we need to go over the meaning of journalistic integrity again, Danvers?”
Kara decides to take graduating from “Ponytail” as a win.
“We’re not– it’s not anything untoward,” she shoots back, arms crossed, only slightly blushing. In anger, certainly. “I’m doing my job. I grilled her on L-Corp still holding a contract with the government for anti-alien defense systems that Lex negotiated, just last week. There’s footage.”
“Yeah,” Snapper grinds his teeth so vehemently that Kara’s afraid he might crack a crown. “Footage of her hugging you in the hallway afterwards, too. What the hell were you doing?”
“She just thanked me, sir.” The vein on Snapper’s neck looks ready to burst. Kara makes a mental note to recommend meditation at a less belligerent time. “She said my question made it possible for her to make a public stance and really send a message.”
Snapper looks like he’s nearing an aneurysm.
“Hell, Danvers, that sounds even worse!”
It sounded pretty great, actually, Kara thinks, after the borderline unprofessional row they had in Lena’s office when Kara first broached the subject. It felt pretty great, too, not just Lena’s declaration, her renewed commitment to reject everything Lex and Lillian stand for, but the warmth of Lena’s pressed against her, her lips brushing against Kara’s cheek, the low murmur of “you’re such a wonderful friend” in her ear that gave her such a strange shiver. At least that much thankfully escaped the prying eyes and cameras.
“Either I don’t go near her, or CatCo continues to have the leading stories on one of National City’s most high-profile citizens.” She gives Snapper the steeliest look she can muster without letting her heat vision flare up. “And my covers are currently bringing in our biggest numbers. Sir.”
Snapper grinds his teeth again, but his shoulders sag just a touch, and Kara knows she’s won this round.
“You’re on thin ice, Danvers. Back to your desk.”
Kara complies with a grin and a thumbs up, and decides to take a break half an hour later, when Alex forwards her an article titled Bosom Buddies: Lena Luthor Out And About With CatCo Gal Pal with a subtle mix of skull, knife, and eyeroll emojis. She does save one of the photos, though, the one where Lena’s head’s thrown back in adorable, delightful laughter.
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“Can you explain this one, Danvers?”
Snapper doesn’t look angry this time. No, he’s strangely calm, somewhat elated, even, slamming a whole bundle of newspapers down on her desk, jolting Kara out of her reverie. Half of them are National City publications, Kara vaguely notes, but there’s Metropolis and Gotham and Central City in the mix, too, as if it was the story of the century. Must be a slow news day.
“Of course, sir. I think the proper term is ‘first date’?”
To her greatest surprise, Snapper barks out a laugh, loud and gruff.
“You’re now barred from any future reporting on the Luthors or L-Corp,” he tells her, not without a touch of satisfaction. If Kara hadn’t been walking on sunshine for the past thirteen hours, twenty-eight minutes and forty-one seconds, since the first tentative press of Lena’s lips against her own, she might’ve felt a bit miffed. “Cat Grant’s setting aside a little time later in the afternoon to chew you out personally.”
Kara nods happily along. Withering tones and grim disapproval, the usual spiel, as if anything could dull that buzzing, electrifying feeling coursing through her body since last night, the weightless, feverish joy that grips her every time she thinks of Lena’s last text and everything can’t wait to see you again tonight could possibly entail.
“Yessir.”
“Congratulations, Danvers.” Snapper raps his knuckles against her desk. “Let’s spare each other the heartburn from now on.”
(Kara shows up with a hickey on her neck and the headlines of Lena Luthor Packs PDA With New Girlfriend the next day. Snapper refuses to look her in the eyes for the rest of the week.) 
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bluepeachstudios · 3 months ago
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I love that Ghost has his own Extended Universe.
There are so many Ghost aus I can make every major arcana card a different version of Ghost.
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I LIED I am still missing Wheel of Fortune, Star, and Chariot.
Zero is a crossover with @alicat54cwriting's Empathy is Learned au
Parry is a crossover with @alicat54cwriting's A Different Eldest Brother au
Rat AU Ghost is a crossover of @scatterbrainedbot's tmnt rat au
Banshee is the crossover from @melonpalooza's The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin
Snapper Lou Nini is a crossover with @kittynomore's Snapper Lou au
TEB Nini is a crossover of @debb987's The Eldest Brother au
Gigi is a crossover of @bluesgras's Ronin au
Roadtrip AU Ghost is a crossover with @phykoha's Lone Survivor au
Dragon in the Woods Dawn is another different crossover with @alicat54cwriting's Empathy is Learned au
... I think that's all the crossovers... If I missed one I apologize I have chronic brain fog 🫡
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Honorary Members
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Azazel, our water flight correspondent and figure head, has written back some exciting news from his recent trip back into the ocean waters.
"In light of the recent chaos with the cryptic message from Tidelord, many of the fathoms have begun to settle down! Truely a rare and even slightly worrying sight. tensions are high and worry over the still missing deity has made daily life in these waters rather awkward."
in the corner of the page a small drawing of Azazel in his pond bed showed his homesickness. You cant help but miss the lively water snapper. He continues on the back.
"Now speaking of the fathoms I will admit I have never seen them more than a drawing on a scroll. While exploring the colder waters under the twisting crescendo, a pair swam past. They are HUGE! Ive havent seen such large dragons in a long time! Hammerhand and Rainwater are the two I spoke too. A lovely couple whom settled due to their 3 eggs, they thought travelling to deeper waters with the current news would be too dangerous. I explained how our clan was just above the waters, though a tad more inland, and they were quick to accept my invite."
Another drawing, this one of the giant dragons. You wonder how theyd fit in this clan. You move to the next page.
"But sadly we realized that they are better living within the waters than to try and fit into our windy field camp. So instead of living with the rest of the clan I decided an honorary member status was the better choice. I also plan to move my water school into the western waters, at least for a little I know the cold will be a complaint."
Sadly the rest of the letter was torn and soggy, but you could faintly see another drawing.
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mandolin-the-fallen · 5 months ago
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would it be rude of me to suggest perhaps telling him your not interested?
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this one worker who works in val’s studio keeps asking me out. i honestly don’t know what to do other than hide in my technology highway until vox finds me and yells at me for not working. unless you have a better suggestion-
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hunybee03 · 6 months ago
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A Lazy Day
Warnings: SFW
Just something cute and funny with a couple of my favorite fishmen!
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Just a lazy day on the Snapper Head after a full blown drag out fight with the marines the day before, after the morning chores and clean up were done you lay on the deck of the ship with your feet up against the side railing watching the clouds next to an unhappy looking Arlong.
You: "Arlong did you know the dot that sits above the lowercase letter “i” and the letter “j” has a name? it is called a “tittle.”"
Arlong: "What the hell are you on about now?"
You: "Unlike some mammals you cannot swallow and breathe at the same time, trust me I've been trying for 20 minutes now, can you?"
Arlong: "I swear you are going to annoy me to death, Jinbei come get your human!!"
You: "OH! Speaking of deaths, coconuts and cows kill more people than sharks do! Its wild out there, you wouldn't let a cow kill me or worse a coconut would you?"
Arlong: "Im going to kill you with my bare hands if you don't shut the fuck up"
Jinbei: "Sweetheart when was the last time you ate"
You: "Nooooo clue darling do you have food?"
Pulled away from your spot your dear sweet Jinbei set you down in the galley feeding you till you couldn't take another bite.
You: "Thank you sweety! I must have gotten so busy i forgot breakfast this morning" After this Jinbei never let you miss a meal and kept extra snacks in his pockets just for you although you still bugged Arlong any chance you got with the useless knowledge he never asked for
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locomoqo · 27 days ago
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Hi! Can I ask a fluffy one with Woo Jihyeok and a very tall fem! reader, please? Like, he's filming one of Hobin's fights, but he accidentaly drops his camera and reader was passing by and fixes his camera for him. He gets flustered and stutters a little because he thinks she's pretty.
all i want
— jihyeok woo x reader
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details: fluff, love at first sight!! (except its only on snapper's side LOL)
a/n: ok im back yipyip
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Jihyeok thinks he just saw a goddess.
One minute he's filming one of Hobin’s fights, and the next, he gets distracted, loses his footing, and accidentally drops the camera. He scrambles to put his equipment back together—wait a minute...
His phone!
“Fuck, where did it—”
But all his anger fades when a hand reaches out to him with his phone. “This is yours, right?” you say, glancing over at the fight still going on, then back at Jihyeok. His heart nearly stops—you must be an angel. No, a goddess! Exactly that.
All he can do is nod, gaping as you hold the phone out to him. You smile a little, amused at his reaction. “Here, let me just—” you say, gently fitting the phone back into the stabilizer and even adjusting the LED light. You’re talking, but all Jihyeok hears is a sha-la-la-la as he imagines cherry petals fluttering around.
“You guys are the ones going viral on NewTube, right?” you ask, snapping Jihyeok out of his daze.
“Ye–yes—um, yeah,” he replies, clearing his throat. “You, uh—are you a..uh.. a fan?” He’s a bit disappointed when you shake your head.
“You guys just pop up on my feed every now and then.”
“Ah, I see.”
An awkward silence falls between you before you stand up. “Well, I’ll get going—”
Jihyeok jumps to his feet as well, suddenly realizing you’re tall, taller than him and Hobin. He feels his heartstrings tugging with every second he’s in your presence. “Jihyeok.” He stammers as he extends his hand. “Name’s Jihyeok Woo.”
A smile forms at the way there's an obvious blush on his face and how he trips all over his words. You shake his hand, and introduce yourself. After a brief exchange, you jot down your socials and number on his arm. “Good luck with your next video,” you say, flashing a thumbs-up before walking away.
Jihyeok watches you leave, a dorky grin spreading across his face.
His lovesick daze is broken when Hobin shouts, “Jiksae! Did you even catch any of that?”
“Oh shit—” Jihyeok glances back at his phone, already filled with angry comments from viewers.
masterbaiter69: yo, wtf happened to the cameraman?
htfluvr: I didn’t see hobin’s cool new trick!
suhyeonstanktop: asshole, hold the cam up properly lmao
He looks back up at Hobin with a wobbly, half-apologetic smile. Hobin groans, launching at him and grabbing his collar, shaking him violently. “I didn’t get my ass beat just for you to miss all of it!” he seethes.
Oh well, Jihyeok thinks. He’ll make it up next time. He can't bring himself to feel sorry—not when he was blessed with meeting you.
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trashpandato · 1 year ago
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“You have a way with words, Miss Danvers.”
Kara would never forget that statement. It was early on, she barely knew Lena then, but somehow, Lena uttered the words that shifted Kara’s career path, put her in a position to do good for her community not just as Supergirl but also as Kara Danvers.
Kara remembers how hearing Lena say those words made her feel at the time. Self-conscious, a little shy, but at the same time, they lit a fire in her. If someone as successful and powerful as Lena Luthor thought she had a talent for writing, thought she had the chops to be a reporter in her own right, then maybe she should really give that a proper try. Lena had said the words at a point where Kara wasn’t sure she was cut out for the job. Snapper had been hard to work for, often ignoring her suggestions for stories to cover and relegating her to do menial tasks that were not much better than running errands for Cat Grant. Kara had spent several evenings with Alex in those early days, complaining about her job, about Snapper, even bouncing ideas for entirely different careers off her sister.
But then Lena told her that she was a good writer.
And it changed everything.
When Kara gets home that evening, late after a few meetings at CatCo that required the newly installed Editor-in-Chief to be present, she finds Lena curled up on the couch, flipping through CatCo’s latest print edition.
“Hi,” Kara greets her, the stress of the day evaporating as soon as she steps more fully into the apartment.
Lena looks up and smiles. “Hey you. There’s Chinese takeout in the fridge. I can warm it up if you want to have a quick shower?”
Kara drops her jacket and purse on the kitchen island and walks over to Lena, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head.
“That sounds perfect.” 
After a pause, she leans over to peek at the article Lena has open in her lap. It’s a short interview Kara gave about becoming Editor-in-Chief, a puff piece, really, but in it, she credited Lena for inspiring her to be the best reporter she could be.
When she pulls back a little, Lena is looking at her, eyebrow raised, and smirks.
“You still have a way with words, Mrs. Danvers.”
“It’s Luthor-Danvers, I’ll have you know.”
Lena laughs a little, but pulls her closer for a kiss. “Go have a shower. Food will be ready when you’re done, and then I want to see if I can make you forget all your words later.”
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amphitriteswife · 1 month ago
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Loser
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Source: how to fight/ viral hit
Pairing: Taehoon seong x reader
Warnings: love hate Taehoon, reader does taekwondo. Taehoon’s also kind of a bully but you are already his gf
Summary: you had a argument with Taehoon a week before
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Walking out of the front door, you were met with a quite different sight. Hobin and Snapper were standing in front of your door. A bouquet of roses was pushed into your face. ‘From master Seong!’ Hobin said quite loudly, keeping his head down, probably by Taehoon’s order. ‘He’s refusing the teach Hobin taekwondo and ordered us to give you this!’ Snapper added, the camera of his phone pointing towards you. The viewers must love the drama, wouldn’t they? Most of them would either be watching the drama unfold or get angry at you for even being Taehoon’s girlfriend to begin with. Half of the people didn’t even think Taehoon would even have a girlfriend considering his personality. You took the bouquet of roses from Hobin’s hands and told them they can just stand up, which they did. Both snapper and Hobin looked rather nervous as you had always been kind to them yet now you were rather more…disappointed? Your expression made the two boys look at each other in half confusion and half worry. Taehoon hadn’t told them anything about the sudden reason you weren’t with him at the dojo. Even the viewers in the live were trying to figure it out. The bouquet of flowers were hanging loosely in yours hand, it took him a week to actually reach out and it wasn’t even himself.
In the bouquet of roses you found a card, it was light pink with a bear holding a heart that said ‘i love you’ on it. It was rather cute, but it really wasn’t something Taehoon would do. Opening the card, it was rather empty with also only three words in it. ‘I’m sorry, loser.’ You stared at the card with a blank face. Loser. He used to call you that back in the day when you were still getting bullied by him. Although his words never got to you, the reminder that he used such a word to insult you didn’t sit right with you at all. It makes you something out to be that you’re not. You’re not a loser. Not anymore. Maybe back then, but you have worked hard on yourself, both mentally and physically. He was there to witness it himself. So why would he call you that knowing that’s you disliked it? It made you angry, very angry. To the point both Hobin and Snapper already heard your teeth grating against each other and your face twisted in a sight they’d rather not see on you. Your voice was dangerous. Too dangerous that made the two boys shiver. ‘You two. Walk.’ ‘Yes ma’am!’ Both of them peeped at the same time. Hell maybe both you and Taehoon were scary.
Taehoon was practicing some of his kicks in the dojo. He felt somewhat down for not seeing you today. Normally you had lessons from him and he would always go to your place to pick you up, maybe fool around by going shopping and making photos together, after that the two of you would finally make it to the dojo and start practicing. It was only a week. yet he missed you more than he’d like to admit…it also made him very frustrated but at least he could use his kicks to vent his frustration. He’s not one to feel emotional and would rather vent it in his own destructive way. Something Hansu has noticed about his son, especially today. It made him wonder what Taehoon did this time to have him so riled up. Soon he found himself bickering to his son about his recent behavior and a rather irritated Taehoon insisting that there wasn’t anything wrong with him and that he just wanted to practice his kicks.
Mid sentence Taehoon felt something hit his face. It was soft, but the throw made it hurt more than he expected. Both Hansu and Taehoon looked at the door pf the dojo to find you totally stone cold, Snapper and Hobin hiding behing your form. They have never seen someone’s be so silent yet raging at the same time, although Snapper was still streaming the whole thing which was apparently doing very good by the amount of donations. ‘What the hell?’ Taehoon asked, picking up the flowers off the dojo floor and holding one hand to his cheek. He didn’t seem to get your outburst at all. He sent you the roses to make you happy. Not to have you be even more mad than before. ‘If you’re going to apologize. Try to be at least civil. And do it yourself instead of sending someone dumbass.’ Everyone including Taehoon was absolutely floored. They had not expected you to have a sharp tongue, even call THE TAEHOON a ‘dumbass.’ ‘What’s this all about?’ Taehoon walked over to you, which caused the duo behing your back to even shrink in more behind your back. ‘You know how I feel. Tried to be funny or what?’ You asked him with narrowed eyes, not backing down even now that he was towering over you. There was nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all. Taehoon realized what you were talking about and placed a hand on the back of his neck, scoffing a little before taking one of your hands and leading you out the dojo. Leaving Snapper, Hobin and Hansu rather confused by themselves.
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Outside, Taehoon leaned against the building of the dojo. He was wearing a pair of slippers, his taekwondo pants and just a tank top. He was kind of sweaty from all the practicing but that did not stop him from looking at you with a scowl. ‘Apologize.’ Your stern voice made him narrow his eyes even more. You never spoke to him that way. And in all honesty, he doesn’t appreciate it. ‘For what?’ He snapped back. It was a joke. Why couldn’t you get that? It’s not like he meant it anyways! You pulled the card in front of his face. The 3 words staring back at Taehoon. He read it over and over again. In his head he tried to justify himself. It’s just a joke. You’re being sensitive. You’re just overreacting. He wanted to make it up you know? His head felt like an endless tunnel of excuses that weren’t even justified. He didn’t know what to say. The silence between the two of you was rather harsh, the card still almost pressed in his face, taking up all his vision. ‘You know how I feel. So why?’ He didn’t expect your voice to sound so full of emotion. He didn’t expect you to be so sad because of a stupid, very stupid, joke he made. He felt guilty. He wanted to mess with you a little. Little bit of teasing. He knows he’s a jerk. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Sorry isn’t going to always cut it you know?’ You didn’t mean to let your emotions take over once again. It was stupid. So stupid..to be on the verge of tears from what? 3 words that didn’t even hold any meaning if it was someone else? Taehoon took the card from out your hand and hugged you, his arms wrapping around you with one pressing your head against his chest. A few soft ‘i know’ came out of his mouth. They were genuine and soft. He didn’t mean to make you cry. You stared at the black fabric on his chest. He bullied you a lot when you first met him. He called you all sorts of names. But why was the word ‘loser’ so important? Because it was true at the time. You were a loser. But it was who you were. It made you, you. It made you happy. Even though you have now matured and also follow taekwondo from Taehoon himself. You were still a loser by society standards. You like things most would seem as geeky. Yeah. It’s true. But what did it matter? Everyone has something to say. So why not be happy while they say shit rather than being miserable and caring about what they say?…is what you always have told yourself. It’s true. It helped. But hearing or seeing the word from someone who told you he loved you was rather hurtful. Especially since he promised to never say it again when he first kissed you.
You don’t know when the waterworks started. It just happend. ‘You promised.’ Is all you could mutter to him. From those big, loud and long thought those were the only words you told him. And it didn’t went smoothly either. Taehoon bit his lip. He didn’t mean to make you cry. He didn’t mean to hurt you so bad. Not after he promised you to be better. To trust him. His hand softly rubbing your back as you cried against his chest. His chis resting on your head, softly shushing you in a comforting manner. The guilt was gnawing at him. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.’ He told you softly, trying to wipe away your tears. The redness in your eyes made him feel so incredibly nervous and guilty. He was your boyfriend. He was supposed to protect you not hurt you. His fingers rubbing against your cheek, his forehead pressed against yours. ‘Forgive me.’ He never said those words. Not even after he stopped the bullying. He knows he’s an ass. He knows it. He knows he’s at fault. He knows that all his misfortunes in life is because of him. So please, let him make it right to you. He can’t lose you too after Dowoon. He’ll protect you at all costs. He promises. His hands once again reached your side, this time you hugged him back. He can’t help but feel so relieved after you did that. He takes a few breathes and just stares at the sky for a moment before kissing your temple. ‘I forgive you.’
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Thank yall for reading😋🥶🔥💯
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puppetmaster13u · 7 months ago
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It's the last day of Mermay...
So have my most common headcanons on who would be which (or take inspiration from such) for if they were merfolk <3 Yes, this is DCxDP but can be used for either separately if you want.
Bruce- Ray
Alfred- Remora
Kate- Angel Shark
Dick - Guppy
Cass- Cuttlefish
Jason- Thresher Shark
Tim- Bichir
Steph- Spanish Shawl Sea Slug
Duke- Anglerfish
Harper- Cichlid
Cullen- Rasbora
Damian- Stingray
Carrie- Dusky Batfish
Jarro- Starfish
Terry- Devilfish
Matt- Koi
Barbara- Jellyfish
Gordon- Squirrelfish
Ghostmaker- Moray Eel
Harvey- Tiger Shark
Selina- Catfish
Harley- Clownfish
Poison Ivy- Leafy Seadragon
Riddler- Corydoras
Joker- Piranha
Bane- Pufferfish
Mr. Freeze- Leopard Seal
Scarecrow- Anglerfish
Waylon- Saltwater Crocodile
Solomon Grundy- Coelacanth 
Penguin- Longfin Icedevil
Ras Al Ghul- Sturgeon
Talia- Pike
Dusan- Pike 
Deathstroke- Tiger Barb
Clark- Sea Lion
Connor- Fur Seal
Jon- Fur Seal
Kara- Sea Lion
Martha Kent- Ribbon Seal
Jonathan Kent- Manatee
Lex Luthor- Cardinalfish
Barry Allen- Marlin
Wally West- Swordfish
Bart- Marlin
Iris- Trout
Thawne- Wahoo
Captain Cold- Beluga Whale
Heatwave- Guppy
Captain Boomerang- Discus Fish
Mirror Master- Mahi Mahi
Green Arrow- Goby
Arsenal- Arapaima
Artemis- Grouper
Black Canary- Orca
Diana- Lionfish
Cassie- Lionfish
Cheetah- Spotted Snapper
Vandal Savage- Dunkleosteus 
Marvel- Whale Shark 
Billy- Wrasse
Mary- Wrasse
Freddy- Killifish
Eugene- Loach
Pedro- Danio
Darla- Goby
Black Adam- Gar Fish
Dr. Sivana- Dolphin
Mister Mind- Bristle Worm
Martian Manhunter- Octopus
M’gann- Octopus
Aquaman- Hammerhead Shark
Kaldur- Blue Tang
Oceanmaster- Ray
Plasticman- Oarfish
Booster Gold- Goldfish
Blue Beetle- Blue Shrimp
John Stewart- Sailfish
Hal Jordan- Neon Tetra
Red Tornado- Mantis Shrimp
Zatanna- Swordtail
Constantine- Fighting Fish
Doctor Fate- Wrasse
Deadman- Glass Fish
Klarion- Platy
Cyborg- Mola
Raven- Squid
Beast Boy- Triggerfish
Starfire- Koi Fish
Beast Boy- Fluffy Sculpin
Lobo- Wolf Fish
Deadshot- Ruby Barb
Killer Frost- White Koi
King Shark- Great White Shark
Doctor Light- Dolphin
Catman- Tigerfish
Angel Breaker- Redtail Black Shark
Trigon- Giant Squid 
Martha Wayne- Mako Shark
Thomas Wayne- Devil Ray
Lucious Fox- King Mackeral 
Jack Drake- Freshwater Angelfish
Janet Drake- Comet Goldfish
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Danny- Betta Fish (Or Giant Phantom Jelly)
Dan- Lancetfish
Ellie- Betta Fish
Jazz- Oarfish
Sam- Lamprey
Tucker- Devil's Hole Pupfish
Valerie- Cherry Shrimp
Vlad Masters- Vampire Squid
Maddie Fenton- Lion's Mane Jelly
Jack Fenton- Whale
Ida Manson- Gulper Eel
Mr. Lancer- Hatchetfish
Spike- Gourami
Wes Weston- Carp
Kyle Weston- Perch
Paulina- Dragonfish
Star- Cichlid
Dash Baxter- Short Beaked Dolphin
Kwan- Goldfish
Box Ghost- Boxfish
Lunch Lady- Killifish
Skulker- Sea Turtle
Ghostwriter- Lyretail
Sidney Poindexter- Shubunkin
Jonny 13- Corydora
Kitty- Loach
Ember- Basslet
Desiree- Seahorse
Spectra- Eel
Walker- Frogfish
Nocturn- Lanternfish
Overgrowth- Sea Pig
Fright Knight- Swordtail
Pariah Dark- Skate
Princess Dora- Dragon Goby
Pandora- Leaf Scorpionfish
Frostbite- Crabeater Seal
Clockwork- Colossal Squid (or Congor Eel)
------------------------------------------------------------------------------If you want pics of any of the fish/creatures I am happy to put them out, I just can't put that many links on one post lol. (Also apologies if I missed anyone)
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sssammich · 10 months ago
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collateral ch6
HELLO i'm posting this purely for the bit in that it's st. patrick's day and therefore it's kmcg's day. sorry to the one veto vote in my unserious poll.
here's the chapter in ao3
here's the rest on tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
thx for reading see u next time
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It’s only Kara’s third week on the job at CatCo. It’s a definite upgrade from her job writing articles for the Midvale Messenger, but the transition from small town to big city living has needed a little learning curve. She’s barely gotten used to her schedule, let alone the bus route to and from her apartment when a really big assignment falls on her lap that changes her entire life. 
She looks up, pushing her glasses back on her face when she finds Snapper’s scowling face in front of her. 
“Come with me.”  
She furrows her brows, yet before she has time to ask him anything, he’s already walking away. She scrambles to her feet and rushes after her boss paying little attention to the stares coming from those around the office. She eventually gets her answer when they end up in his office.
“Sir, what—” 
“Can you explain to me why Lena Luthor requested you specifically to write about the launch of their new tech project?” 
Kara’s head remains empty as she quickly rifles through her mind for some flash of recognition to that name. She doesn’t know a Lena Luthor nor does she even cover the tech beat. 
“Snapper, sir, this might be a misunderstanding. I don’t know who that is.” 
He glares at her just as he places one hand on his hip while the other rests on his desk. “Well, you better figure out who she is quickly. You have an interview with her on Thursday at 10am. Do not be late. And make that article worth my while, you understand?” 
“Me?” she asks, her head slow to catch up to his words. 
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask me that. Now, get out of my office.” 
Wordlessly, and still a little shell-shocked, Kara quickly exits out of his office and makes his way back to her desk. 
“What was that about?” William, one of her coworkers, asks her as peers over his monitor.
She shakes her head. “I have no freakin’ clue.” 
Armed with a memo pad and her trusty BIC ballpoint pen, she enters the L-Corp building in downtown National City. She’s on her second cup of coffee this morning, having stayed up late the last two nights doing her homework, researching about L-Corp, the upcoming project launch that the company has largely kept under wraps, and the head of Research and Design: Lena Luthor. 
She has no idea what this woman’s game is about, but she won’t turn down the opportunity as it presents itself. 
Wiping her sweaty hands on the back of her chinos, she reaches the 46th floor and talks with Lena’s assistant about ten minutes before her appointment.
“Miss Luthor will be with you shortly.” 
“Thanks.” 
She waits patiently in the small waiting area, her knee bouncing slightly. She crosses her legs at the knee and resituates herself to stop the bounce. She glances at the clock on the wall and finds that Lena Luthor is now five minutes late. 
She considers walking up to the assistant who seems very intently typing away at her keyboard, but thinks better of it. She waits it out, gives it another five minutes. She reviews her questions from her pad and double checks that her recorder is fully charged. The ticking from the clock and the consistent typing sounds fill the otherwise empty waiting area. 
She watches on as the assistant takes a call before looking over at her from across the way. 
“Miss Luthor apologies for her tardiness, but if you could wait another five minutes, she’ll be on her way up.” 
She nods and sits back slightly in her chair. The clock ticks on. 
While waiting, Kara briefly wonders if this is some type of test, a ploy to check on her. Her imagination lands her to think that this might be some kind of hazing from her colleagues. That didn’t make sense, however, not when this assistant seems like the kind of woman who wouldn’t participate in a prank if it affected her productivity. 
After almost twenty minutes, Kara audibly sighs, tries to rein in her annoyance, before getting up from her seat and decides that perhaps it’s best to reschedule. Just as she’s about to talk with the assistant, the elevator dings open and a woman in a lab coat wearing large dark-rimmed glasses with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail rushes towards them. 
“You must be Kara Danvers,” the woman says, her voice coming out composed despite the exhale she lets out, no doubt from rushing out. 
“I—yes,” she offers, a little stupefied in her spot, glancing down at the offered hand before slowly taking it in her own. 
“Lena Luthor. My deepest apologies for being so late; I was on my way up when a small emergency that couldn’t be ignored exploded…literally.” 
“Is everyone okay?” 
“Everyone is more than fine, thank you. Now, I’m sure you’re also a busy woman, so if we need to reschedule, then I understand. But if you have some time to spare, I can clear part of my schedule so you can ask all of your questions.” 
She blinks a few times to process Lena’s words, a reckoning force in front of her that Kara wouldn’t deny, even if she could. She beams and steps to the side. “Deal.” 
True to her word, Lena Luthor answers all of her questions about the new project called Biomax, a nanotechnology meant to advance and expedite healing for various open wounds and injuries. She thoughtfully takes notes of Lena’s responses knowing that the recording will help jog her memories if necessary. 
“Do you have any more questions?” 
Kara glances down to the last question that she has underlined twice: why me?  
She hesitates, an uneasy smile on her face. “Yeah, actually.” 
“Go ahead.” 
“Why did you pick me to interview you? As far as I know, we’ve never met—I’d remember you, for the record—so…just…why?” 
Lena holds her gaze, her head tipping to the side as she regards Kara. She almost looks away under the attention, but maintains her composure. 
“I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask me right away.” 
She shrugs. 
“This project is very important to L-Corp and could greatly affect public perceptions of the company.” 
“I won’t write a puff piece if that’s what you’re asking,” she declares, sitting up. Yet Lena matches her and places a hand up, as if to stop her. 
“On the contrary. I need you to do what you do best.” 
“Excuse me?” 
Lena tents her hands in front of her and smirks. “Your established work in the Midvale Messenger shows level-headedness and thoughtful critiques. You’ve shown fair assessment and reporting, as far as I’m aware.” 
“Oh.” 
“This is a good project, Miss Danvers. I believe it can do a lot of good for a lot of people. But prior to the rebranding, L-Corp has been host to many scandals, as I’m sure your research has shown you. All I ask is that the project is reported on on its own merits and critiqued fairly for what it is and not who owns the building that developed it.” 
“You researched me?” 
“As I’m sure you researched me.” 
“Fair enough.” She nods in understanding. Then, “Don’t worry. I’ll do my job.” 
Lena smiles wide and Kara can’t help but glance down at red lips and white teeth.
“That’s all I ask.” 
Lena’s phone rings, signaling that she needs to get ready for an upcoming meeting. They both stand on either side of Lena’s desk before Lena walks around and stands practically toe to toe with her. 
“Thank you for your time, Miss Luthor—” 
“Lena, please.” 
“Lena, then. Thank you.” 
“You’re welcome, Miss Danvers.” 
“Well, if I’m calling you Lena…” 
“Kara it is. Feel free to call back if you need anything else for your article.” 
It’s only as they take the few measured steps between the desk and the office door that Kara notes the warm and cozy tones of Lena’s perfume just as she catches the side to side swish of her long ponytail from the corner of her eye. 
She turns around again and offers a hand, this time Lena grabbing hold of it with ease and shaking it a few times. 
“I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.” 
“I hope not either.” 
It’s not until Jess opens the door in front of them that they let go of each other’s hands. 
Her article goes to print, and she’s happy to see her name on the byline. So soon after starting her job, too. 
When she walks into the office the morning her article goes live, she’s met with all eyes from everyone staring at her as soon as she steps out of the elevator. She offers them uneasy smiles as she treks to her desk only to find it teeming with flowers. 
“What’s this?” she asks as she tries to move the different bouquets out of her seat and away from her monitor and keyboard. She glances at William next desk over and he only shrugs. 
“Secret admirer?” 
She plucks the lone card from one of the bouquets and flips it over, grinning from ear to ear. 
Thank you for doing your job. L.L.
The paper bag crinkles in her grip as she adjusts the shoulder strap of her messenger bag. The elevator dings and she appears back on the 46th floor of the L-Corp building. 
She walks towards the assistant who doesn’t seem surprised to see her. 
“Hi, uh—” she quickly glances at the name on the desk, “—hi, Jess. I was here last time. I know I don’t have an appointment, but do you think Len–Miss Luthor has a small break coming up or anything like that?” She knocks her glasses back up her nose with her knuckle. 
Jess studies her for a moment before glancing back down to the monitor. “She’s free for the next fifteen minutes.” 
She nods quickly and smiles, appreciative of the granted access. 
Kara knocks and waits until she hears a muffled response for her to enter. She peeks through the door before slowly making her way in. 
“Hi, Lena. Sorry to drop in unannounced…”
“Kara, hello. This is a lovely surprise.” 
She hums. “Well, I was in the neighborhood.” 
“Is that so?” 
“Mm. It turns out, it’s hard to get work done when your desk is overflowing with flowers.” 
“Really? Never would have guessed.” 
“No? Somehow I’m surprised,” she asks with a slight giggle. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, I did.” Lena nods, her face sobering slightly, even with the smile still on her face. 
Kara brings a hand up and fixes her glasses again. “Well, I’m not sure I can compete with dozens and dozens of flowers. But perhaps I can offer you with a couple deep fried sugary goodness in exchange. You do eat donuts, right?”
Lena stands from the side of her desk and walks to accept the bag from Kara’s hands. “Well, I am human. Thank you, Kara. Won’t you join me? Probably for the best I don’t eat it all.” 
“Only if you’re sure.” 
Lena sits on the white couch at the far end of her office. “I’m very sure.” 
Kara takes a spot on the couch, the bag of donuts sitting between them. The fifteen minutes of break that Jess originally mentioned becomes half an hour then an hour until it’s just about time to leave for the day, the minutes and hours filled with conversation about nothing, everything. 
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, Lena,” she starts as they both rise to their feet. “I didn’t mean to keep you.” 
“Nonsense.” 
“I should probably get going, though. A few bites of donuts isn’t enough sustenance.” 
“Well, if you’re not tired of me yet, I was just about to grab some dinner. You're welcome join me.” 
"I couldn't impose." 
"I insist."
Kara glances down at the way Lena’s hands fiddled with each other. Then she thinks briefly about the empty apartment that awaits her and the leftovers sitting in her fridge. 
“Well, then, I’d love that.” 
— 
Days of friendship blossomed into weeks, Kara and Lena trading texts and video calls interspersed with dinners and coffees after long work days. 
The excitement of friendship with Lena lit something deep inside of Kara that she didn’t know ever existed. Simply put, being around Lena was a source of comfort while she settled herself in National City. 
“You’re not the only one who’s new around here,” Lena had said to her during one of their coffee outings, sympathizing with Kara’s adjustment after her recent arrival to the city. “It’s nice for me, too, to have someone—a friend—to spend time with. My therapist thinks so, anyway.” 
Kara then reached forward and placed a hand on Lena’s. “Tell your therapist you’re not alone, Lena. You’ve got me.” 
Lena smiled before reaching over and giving her a hug. Kara easily accepted, held Lena close to her, and made sure to never break her vow. 
It’s been a handful of months since Lena and Kara became friends, best friends even, and being allowed unrestricted access to Lena’s office for Kara to stop by still rattles something inside of her. It’s…she can’t quite put a finger on it. A kind of intimacy she enjoys: to be chosen, to be privileged in this way. 
She greets Jess with a grin and a separate bag for Jess’s favored almond croissants as Kara carries her and Lena’s lunch from Noonan’s. 
“How’s it looking today, Jess?” she asks just as puts the bag for Jess on her desk. The assistant grabs for the bag, an uncharacteristic voraciousness as she opens it and takes a whiff of the pastry. “That bad, huh?” 
“She’ll enjoy seeing you today, let’s just say.” 
“Alright. Does she have a hard stop?” 
“She has a conference call at 3. But otherwise, keep her from her computer until then.”
“Got it.” 
Just then, Lena pulls the door open. “Stop plotting against me.”
Kara beams and walks forward with a one-armed hug as she holds the bag of their lunch away from their bodies. She warms at Lena’s touch, both of her arms wrapping around Kara’s back before it gently slides down the length of her back before her hands rest briefly on Kara’s waist.
“I’ll plot against you any way I like. I’m my own woman.” 
“Yes, you are. It’s good to see you, darling. But we don’t have an appointment, do we?” 
“No, no. I just figured I’d drop off some lunch for you. Heard you’ve had a brutal morning.” 
Lena then glances at Jess who has remained steadfast in staring at her screen. “Is that right?” 
“Yes. Now we can stand here or we can actually eat some lunch. I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 
Lena steps back and allows her to walk past her, making a beeline for the coffee table in front of her white couch. She quickly takes out their food from the bag and situates it neatly in front of them, a nice little spread of salads and breads and pasta dishes. 
“Did you buy all of Noonan’s?” Lena asks when she sits beside Kara on the couch. “I can’t possibly eat all of this food, Kara.” 
“Uh, because they’re not for you,” she says, offering a playful scoff. “That’s your kale salad and all the good stuff is mine.”  
She grins when she catches Lena rolling her eyes at her who otherwise grabs a plastic fork and takes a healthy bite out of her salad. Kara hates the stuff, thinks it’s an abomination, but she’s happy to see her friend eating and relaxing. 
Kara etches this moment to memory. Because she likes how settled Lena is beside her as they dig into their lunch. Likes how visibly comfortable Lena looks as she asks Kara about her day so far. Likes how she nudges some other dishes Lena’s way until Lena relents, still gracious as she does so, picking at some of the food. It’s one of Kara’s favorite views, the way Lena leaves herself unguarded, her walls down, with her. 
Abruptly and without notice, something inside of Kara shifts—irreparably, irrevocably. 
She doesn’t know what she’s even said for Lena to snort in laughter, putting her food down on the coffee table to cover her mouth as giggles leak through her fingers.
Something inside of Kara slots into place, the world suddenly saturated and sharpened.
When Lena gets a handle on her laughter, her mouth still etched with the echoes of her mirth, she opens her eyes to fondly look back at Kara, grasping at her arm and squeezing. 
Kara doesn’t hear anything but the pulse of her blood rushing to her ears, and the heat of Lena’s hand on her skin suddenly scorching her. 
And Kara, hopeless and unprepared, discovers on a Tuesday afternoon that she’s maybe a little bit in love with her best friend.
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