#penuymbra

[pulitzerpanther]

@penuymbra continued from here

Cat and Alex are coming to an agreement of sorts. Months spent scraping themselves out of bottles and beds and onto every single individual lead they could find was the first step towards understanding; Months following of silence and cutting looks had, unfortunately, lead towards a rift; but the months that followed, well--

They’ve both seen enough of Kara nearly dying to push past it right back into the realm of understanding, which is how Cat winds up on a plane in the middle of the day, and why heels click through the now-familiar open hallways of a not-so-secret government alphabet soup agency, and how Cat comes to understand that Kara’s...going through some things--

Isn’t Alex’s clumsy little keyword for: “Kara isn’t going to ask, but she needs help sleeping”.

Instead, Cat’s walked into some cliche scene straight out of a Rocky film, and if she hadn’t spent an impressive amount of money on lingerie in the past few months, she might have wondered if she wandered into the wrong superhero’s little broody cave, expecting bats on the walls instead of open light and windows. 

(But that was a ridiculous cliche too, wasn’t it? The idea that women couldn’t be angry.)

It’s an impressive feat, watching knuckles that can be so tender tear the world asunder beneath the ridges of mountains, but it might be telling that Cat isn’t surprised--hasn’t been surprised from the moment she watched Kara grip a pen years ago so tightly it splintered beneath the tremble of her ill-kept fury--and a hum rumbles on the edge of lips.

Calm as she leans against the now-closed doorway, wooshing shut unnecessarily like they’ve moved from the Rocky cliche to the Star Trek one, and she waits until the yell finishes reverberating across the room before easing off of fortified steel, heels clicking, hoping it will signal Kara to her presence. 

Normally the girl knows--she always knows--but there’s something about the sight of a car flying halfway across the room that subtly tells Cat that, for once, Kara’s attention isn’t focused on her. Watches the way Kara’s shoulders move and her breath catches and her head snaps upwards and Cat’s hand, across the distance, snaps up to greet it, palm up. Stilling.

“Is this that cliche moment where you nervously laugh and charmingly poke that little thumb of yours over your shoulder and say,” The palm twists to twiddling fingers towards the holy car, “You should see the other guy? Because I’m looking at the other guy and, hmm,” There’s a spreading smile on lips, just as calm as she’d been leaning against the door, hand settling in the pocket of her dress. 

Because Alex’s phone call, or not, Cat will always be happy to see her.

“Thanks to several re-runs of that annoying little Disney Pixar Car movie during Carter’s little vroom vroom phase, I’m feeling a bit of sympathy for the car.”

[docere]

@penuymbra liked for a starter (Buffy)

The Doctor’s zigzagging through the empty streets of Sunnydale with her trusty sonic screwdriver in hand, frantically trying to find the source of the signal that had drawn her here. At first, it had seemed to be a simple enough task, but she’s gradually found herself moving in lopsided circles. With every circuit, she ends up back in the cemetery where she had parked her TARDIS, indicator still pointing to an elsewhere that she hasn’t found. Something must be broken. With a frustrated huff, she slaps the device with the palm of her hand, hoping that it will help sort out the mess. Instead, it sputters and dies. 

               “Don’t do this to me,” she pleads, shaking the sonic. Its light flickers, and hope rises in her chest only to be squashed a second later when it dims once more.                                       “No, no, no...” A sound rustles in the distance, and she glances up, frantically searching for its source as she backs closer to the familiar blue walls of her ship.                               “Who’s there?”

[billylanes-blog]

➺ - Buffy

send  ➺  to  find  my  muse  badly  wounded  and  bleeding  after  a  battle  |  not  accepting!

          billy  had  POSITIONED  himself  out  of  the  sight  of  any  other  POTENTIAL  attackers,  wedging  himself  in  between  the  DESK  and  the  right  corner  of  the  ROOM.  he  had  made  a  TOURNIQUET  out  of  the  sleeve  of  his  jacket  to  try  and  cease  the  BLEEDING  which  was  gushing  out  of  his  outer  right  thigh,  and  it  had  WORKED  for  a  moment,  but  he  was  slowly  FADING.  the  FOOTSTEPS  he  heard  shortly  thereafter  had  MADE  him  raise  his  stake  in  preparation  to  FIGHT,  but  he  was  FLOODED  with  relief  when  he  saw  that  it  was  buffy.  ❝  gods,  buffy,  you  SCARED  me  to  death...  i  need  your  HELP.  ❞  his  gaze  averts  to  the  wound.

[tiarawcman]

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[chiefbaefong]

twice as long to heal

          Lin stepped off the ferry easily, her green eyes wandering up the familiar path she was about to set upon. It had only a few days after the ceremony celebrating Jinora’s new status as an airbending master, so Air Temple Island still had a glowing aura and celebratory air, but it did not reach Lin’s spirits as she stepped into the main courtyard. Over the past few days, her mind had settled increasingly often on the young Avatar, wheelchair-bound and distant during the event. Lin remembered the wary, almost vacant look in Korra’s eyes before helping her ascend the temple steps, and it broke her heart.

She had seen it before, of course - unfortunately, the effects after trauma and stress frequented those in her line of work often, and were as varied as those who suffered them. Lin did not know how Korra was dealing with the effects of her ordeal suffered at the hand of the Red Lotus, but she did know she needed the support of people who loved and cared about her to do so. As she thanked the acolyte who led her to Korra’s door, Lin only hoped Korra would be willing to see her, even if it was her. They were not always on the most pleasant of terms.

But, after everything Korra’s predecessor had done for Lin, she wished to help his successor in any way she could.

Lin knocked twice, gently. ❝Korra? It’s Lin. Figured I’d, ah -- stop by for a visit.❞ // closed starter for @penuymbra

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@penuymbra - from [x]:

Rose wasn’t often offended but seeing Luisa jump. The obvious fear in her eyes when she saw her, it hurt. She didn’t understand why it hurt, it wasn’t often people found a way to do that but this did. So she left Luisa alone, going about her own business. She had moved to her own room, sitting down as her fingers picked up a pencil and started sketching. It was a hobby of hers, using a pencil and moving the lines alone to bring to shape her own picture.

Luisa’s voice caught her ear as she looked over, closing the book and standing up. She didn’t have a chance to really speak, Luisa had a habit of talking without breaks. IT was a precious habit, in truth. She glanced over at the hand touching her shoulder and looking back toward her. Always touching, always connecting. “Luisa, I would never hurt you. Never. I don’t want you scared of me, but if you want to go, if you don’t want to be here with me you can go. I won’t force you to do anything. I know I’ve made mistakes, I know I’ve messed things up for us,”

Rose spoke sincerely as she took a breath. “But I want to do things right now, for you. For us. Whatever your choice, I’ll accept it.”

It’s just that you killed my father. We’re going around in circles. She hadn’t brought up the mental institution.  After being kidnapped for no reason, her mind had gone over the possibilities of what might have happened if she’d outed their affair to her father.  Breaking apart their fake, sham, fucking bullshit of a marriage would not have been the worst possible outcome. Rose killed people who got in her way (like! her! father!). She probably should be dead (like! her! FATHER!). But she isn’t.  (Why couldn’t he! have been thrown into an institution?) “I don’t know.”  It’s one of the most truthful things she’s ever said.  She keeps her hand on Rose’s shoulder as she sits down next to her.  “I don’t know what I want.  No, I do, a part of me wants to stay here, with you, but--” She could forget about her father, eventually. She can’t forget about her brother. She doesn’t want his family to run the risks that she might. No more kidnapping. Luisa shakes her head.  “It’s hard to think about.”

[lessereviltm-a-blog]

cont [ x ] | @penuymbra

               despite the past & the distance between them due to the result of her curse, charybdis’ heart hasn’t turned to stone --as much as she wishes it did. concern crosses her features at the sight of the other god. rarely would she see the brunette in such a state. though it is the modern era & both goddesses are bending their rules to fit in, there’s still a time that she has lost her patience. that can’t be said about the other, as she hasn’t been keeping tabs of artemis as much as she used to. her concern for the other goddess is sincere, thus the frown upon hearing the accusations. drunk or not, charybdis refuses to let the other bring her down to naught. ❝ it’s a force of habit to check up on you. don’t be so full of yourself, artemis. ❞ stern words, along with an offended tone, is all that she musters as she pushes herself off of the floor. she saunters over to the other’s desk, picking up a piece of paper & skimming through it in disinterest. ❝ i don’t particularly care about my men. they’ve gone against their promises to me & have been rightfully punished. ❞ a sigh emits from her lips as she places the piece of paper down, chestnut hues flicker over to the drunken goddess. ❝ can’t i visit you without a reason? ❞

[touploutou]

                      National City was one of the few places on this planet he hated. Los Angeles was, of course, the first. As he walked the streets he saw the red and blue of Supergirl on almost every girls backpack, shirt, skirt or phone case. She was everywhere. Ironically, no where he needed when he needed her. So he decided to stop at the steps of the DEO building. Now, granted, he could have simply taken the elevator and forced his way through security....but where was the dramatic Greek flare in that? Hades put his hands out and let his powers lift him at a steady speed all the way up until he landed on the balcony of the DEO where the moment his feet hit the landing, the earth shook, violently and with a booming voice he called for Supergirl and Alex Danvers.                       “No rush, I’ll wait.”                       Hades said in a mild mannered tone as he stepped into the building and down till he was level with all the security that crowded him.

                      Alex arrived before Kara, though he suspected a lot of that had to do with the fact that Alex was in the building. He was sure the latter would be here soon enough. As he predicted, he did not have to wait long for both sisters to be in the same room and the moment they were he fixed his eyes on the two of them.                       “I’ve come to tell you that you have a serial killer in your city targeting aliens. Do be a pair of dears and find it, will you?”

@penuymbra | kara

[forthewinn]

X - Lena

Working overtime wasn’t something Winn enjoyed but would do anyway. They didn’t have anyone who could read Kryptonian like he could, and that meant that sometimes he would have to put in a few extra hours when needed. He didn’t mind it, the extra money on his paycheck was more than welcome.

That didn’t change how tired he was when he walked out of the DEO, starting the 20 minute walk back to his apartment. He loved getting to see National City at night, the lights of the buildings, the quietness of the night, it was enough to make up for the extra hours he was hidden in the office space.

What he wasn’t expecting was the tug on his arm, pulling him into an alleyway. He looked up into the masked face of the other, trying his best to keep his composure. “Hey buddy, you don’t have to do this.” Winn started as he held his hands up in surrender, trying to ignore the fact that he was pinned up against the brick wall. His sentence was met with a harder push as he groaned lightly. “Figured that wouldn’t work.” He muttered under his breath.

“I see we have a wise guy.” The bigger said in a rough voice. Soon enough a few punches were made in his direction, landing on his face and chest as Winn tried to push the other off. Two against one were not great odds, even worse when one was held up against the wall. Attempting to kick them off, Winn managed to at least get the bigger man’s arms off of him. At least long enough to get a punch in before he felt the hand on his throat, growing tighter as he struggled.

“Just take the wallet.” Winn groaned as he struggled against the grip. He almost pleaded thanks to the sound of sirens, taking in shaky breaths as they dropped him to the ground and added a few extra kicks before they took off. He wasn’t sure where the police were headed, but he knew it wasn’t towards them. Instead he watched as the car went by, letting himself fall to the ground as the pain came in waves.

It was minutes later that he heard the footsteps, looking up slightly as he noticed a familiar face. “Lena.” He said as he rolled from his side to his back. “Good to see you.“ 

SEND ‘X’ TO FIND MY MUSE BEATEN, BLOODY, AND LEFT FOR DEAD.

[a-smoakiism]

continued from here [ @penuymbra ]

"Okay. Not dead... that's good-- except I feel like death and that's not good. Or is it? It doesn't help that you look like an angel but am I really good enough to get into heaven? Or are you death here to take me where I'm supposed to go? You know what? Nevermind told tell me I'll just settle with not dead and stop talking." She rambled groggily. Her body was sore, her head hurt and she could pin point a few wounds that probably needed to be looked at by a medical professional  but she supposed Ivy would have to do.

"Okay..." She said when Ivy came over with the strange drink. It smelled strange but she only hesitated at taking a sip to ask "It doesn't have any kind of nutty blend in it does it? I'm allergic..." An after thought but an important one since she didn't think Ivy would go through all this trouble to help her and then try and kill her by an allergy. Or poison her. No, despite not really knowing Ivy that well just yet she felt like maybe right now she could trust her. They had both saved each other once now each at this point.

“What happened?”

[pulitzerpanther]

@penuymbra continued from here

A knowing tongue greets the taste of metal along a rolling, strong shoulder with the softest nip of lips--the dip of where a blade meets a back where sweat so innocently gathers--before trailing knowingly (oh, so knowingly) upwards to the curve of where curls tumble about skin. And it’s here, in the sharp intake of breath that a woman, more than a queen, presses her front up against the heat of a back, enamored with the way muscles clench before they ease underneath a caring, careful touch. 

They’re clenching, again, now, moan of a name--just a name, so reverent on her knight’s lips, breaking against stone, no titles or pleasantries or falseitudes--and those ever-careful fingers pick up pace at the gasp of such a familiar name.

Oh, a minstrel could write ballads about the way such a short three letters sounds moaned from Kara’s lips. 

“Is something wrong, love?” It’s teasing, tongue skimming up the dip of an ever-expressive, downturned ear, lightly nipping along the edge, knowing breath will dance along the softest part of it. Smirking, knowing Kara will feel it, “You sound in duress.” 

It’s so rare and so wonderful to keep their moments like this, tucked away in safe quarters far away from prying, warning eyes. The physical burn along a chest is just as strong as the one in her heart and the whole continent knows Catherine has no plans of taking a king for the throne, but has been won by someone far greater than a mere concubine. The rebellion’s greatest knight--her hero--and not only has Catherine enjoyed hearing the rumors fester, but she’s proudly started a few of her own. 

All true, of course, feverishly whispered through the taverns. 

But this--this moment, with Kara spread against the stone, Catherine’s fingers curling as her palm presses tighter against wet skin, rolling to brush tighter and harder and faster against her clit--this will stay woven in the tapestry of their shared bed, and here alone. 

A free hand pushes upwards to twine with her lover’s seeking hand, breasts pressing into her back, pinning her firmer against the wall, lips falling from an ear to a neck, the humor falling way the moment she can trace a brand with their joined fingertips, serious as she murmurs, “Oh, I’ve missed you, Kara.”

[leadershiipskills]

Kara gives alex a hug, she's missed her sister.

i love this!! | always accepting

         arms wrap around her sister as she pulls her closer. she’s been away on a mission and, even though he has kept in touch through text and calls, there is nothing quite like a hug from kara ---her sister’s embrace is home.

[inze]

@penuymbra

“Come on, Kara! You’re faster than this!” The cry comes from the back of her throat as Astra charges. Her hair is tied up into a tight ponytail, sweat is dripping down her back and beading along her temple. Jab, jab, cross, uppercut, all in quick succession. Hands grip her forearm and Kara tosses her away, Astra flipping into the air. Unlike their other battles, Astra manages to regain control, her feet slamming into the wall as she pushes off of it, using the momentum Kara has given her to launch herself back towards her niece. Never once acknowledging the huge dent she’s left behind. It’s clear that Kara hadn’t been expecting Astra to flip around, given their previous fighting history, but Astra’s mind is far clearer now than it had been back then. 

She’s noticed that Kara has a weakness when it comes to close quarters combat. Something that she is trying to get her niece to overcome. Using her speed, Astra gets in closer than Kara is expecting. She stumbles and Astra takes advantage, pushing forwards, ankle sneaking around and hooking on the back of Kara’s. It’s enough to make the younger woman fall and Astra is right there with her, pushing downwards, making the breath puff out of her niece. Before Kara can react, Astra’s pushing her forearm into her neck, a clear win. Not wanting it to go further, Astra leaps up, putting her hands up. “That’s enough for now. I think we should take a break. Wouldn’t want the Agents to think we’re trying to knock the building down.” 

[heckcduparchived]

penuymbra replied to your post “[starter call] Like this post for a starter from Kayley Danvers Verse...”

Rexie and/or Blue!?

( JW VERSE )

She wonders if the park has had complaints about not really being that handicapped accessible. Sure on main street and the bigger parts of the island it was no problem but here as she tried to push herself towards the main gate of where the Raptors where kept, where she could see Blue laying down in the spot that they told her she hadn’t left since they got Kayley out of there, she struggled a few times over rocks and uneven ground. Still not fully used to her new set of legs technically... wheels actually, but determined to try and do this on her own. 

When she had gotten through all of her surgeries and the doctors explained that they did all they could she decided that this was the best she was going to get for falling so stupidly into the cage. Paralyzed from the hips down. Permanently. Yes some PT might help and she could get stronger in her arms to be more independent but she would be in this chair the rest of her life... 

But that wasn’t going to stop her from continuing her life’s passion so once she knew she was stuck like this her next question to Owen when he came to visit her was how was everything back here. More specifically how was Blue because if it wasn’t for Blue she wouldn’t be hot wheels right now. She would have been the raptors version of a hot pocket instead. The news wasn’t satisfying though, hearing that she hadn’t moved or eaten or anything really since Kayley’s fall she was determined to get well enough to come back and see what was going on. Which was what lead her exactly here to this moment. Stopping just on the outside of the gate and saying. “Hey you, Blue. I thought I was the one who fell and couldn’t get up what are you doing girl?”

[chiefbaefong]

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound - Korra

Angst nonverbal RP starter [x]

Lin hissed lowly through clenched teeth before shooting Korra a pained, but no less irritated, look. It wasn’t fair, of course; Korra was only trying to help. The wound in her side was not currently too serious, but if untreated, that would soon change.

She let her head fall back against the wall, looking away from the Avatar. Lin could not believe she had misjudged the attack that wounded her, and she clenched her jaw angrily, less at the pain and more at her mistake. She used to move faster than that.

[lessereviltm-a-blog]

cont [ x ] | @penuymbra

               a brow rose as she steps forward & into artemis’ grand office. she can feel the alcohol, the intensity of it, the moment she enters. she doesn’t need to see the state that artemis has put herself under. in fact, she experienced it all before, many times. without further prompting from the latter, she saunters her way over to the drunk goddess, carefully sitting down in front of the brunette. a hand props her up from the sitting position, as her legs splay across the marble floor. ❝ party of one? that’s a little lonely, don’t you think? ❞