#red daughter

[mcgrathagron]

Using the gift

Oct 18. Ok, I’m back for #Supercorptober2024. The today’s theme is “CatCo”.

Lena is using Kara’s gift, her planner. But also this kinda feel like redcorp lol, Krasnaya Dotch obsessed ass spying Lena at catco as Kara. What you say? Who is that?

[drakonelf]

⋄ I really liked this couple❤️💜😭✨

[heeeygracie]

Commissioned by Fabiola! 🥰 Lena and RD! ❤️‍🔥

Commissions open! Send me a dm✨☺️

[richardgrimes]

Supergirl acts on her emotions. It's selfish. Ugly. I will not be her. I will be me. I will be disciplined. I will follow you and destroy her.

[csquare]

Needed a serotonin boost so I commissioned @heeeygracie for a bit of Red Daughter fun. As usual, Gracie knocked it out of the park — look at her ☺️

[weinzapfel]

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

[maddiedrawz]

linda lee comes to visit :))

idea credit to the kt mcgay nation on twitter i love them

i’m experimenting a lot with my style rn hope y’all like it!!

[diver5ion]

[fictiongods]

Now it may not count completely because the man who has 31 (should be 32) consecutive life sentences in prison and wants to control the world said it, but it is kinda crazy that Lena and Kara are so similar and so tied together that even when Lex met a blank version of Kara he goes “You remind me of her [Lena] sometimes.”

[mcgrathagron]

Obsession

Oct 7. here's the next drawing for #Supercorptober2024. Must confess this is the farthest I have been in a inktober lol. The today’s theme is “Lena” And im sure Kara loves Lena but I think our beloved Red Daughter loved her so much more. Maybe too much?

Is that Lena’s toothbrush, bra and perfume?

[superfandomcorp]

The Multiverse 😍

[kryptonianheroao3]

All the Linda Lee | Red Daughter fics I’ve read and I’m surprised no one has done an obvious one.

What if it was Kara who died? What if Linda survived?

[oksanas-sun]

when she's a deadly, blonde russian assassin >>>>>

bonus points when she's actually still baby despite being trained to be a killer

double bonus points when she's lgbtq+/lgbtq+ coded

[mountainsinaboat]

I just got to the scene where Alex thinks Red Daughter killed Kara and she’s saying stuff like “you can’t leave” and “there’s sunlight in the grass” while shoving grass into Kara’s hand. UGH 😭😩 I sobbed. And Chyler is a great actress omg.

[thatonebirdwrites]

Figuring out how to weave everything into this, have it be coherent, and flow well was difficult.

I also was reluctant to edit for a bit due to how painful it is to look at the core memories that cause fracturing. I can't say whether I was experimented on like Lena (though the conversion therapy I endured could be deemed an experiment I suppose. I recall little of it thanks to my alters), but other fucked up things in my childlhood appear as allegories in this tale.

But at the same time, writing this story has been very cathartic.

EXCERPT (from a random point in this chapter):

“Kara?” Lena’s voice breaks through the memory. “You’ve been standing there awhile. You okay?”

Linda has never fronted for Kara, and it feels strange to have a body again. Energy ripples through her limbs, and an odd smell lingers in her nostrils. Fog simmers like stew in her mind, unlike the more usual open nature of Kara's psyche. It disorients her.

She looks down at the book in her hand, and its title — Mythologies of the World. A title her Alex would never have let her read. He considered such things a folly, softening and ruining the mind. She flips through its pages, and many drawings decorate the chapters, each one a unique style. Art confuses her, and she’s not sure of what the imagery means. Alex taught her that everything holds meaning if one looks deep enough.

She tucks the book back and turns to Lena, who watches her carefully, her posture oddly tense.

“Lena.” She tilts her head to examine the other woman. Why is she tense? Linda struggles to recall what Kara-Z and D has said to Lena, but she’d been trying to meditate. To not leak, and yet she has leaked. Leaked enough to take control. It is disorienting. “I saw you many months ago. You were very sad.” Her accent pulses through her words, despite trying to sound more like the two Karas. English words do not sit well on her tongue, and she is not used to this body. It feels heavier than she recalled her own feeling.

Lena’s eyes widen. “Wait, what? Who are you then?”

Linda holds up her hands. “Please, I mean no harm. I visit you on a day when Kara was out of town. I was in disguise. I did not want to upset you, so I played her role. I only wished to ease your sadness.”

She narrows her eyes. “Are you talking about that surprise visit when you were supposed to be in Africa?”

“I do not know where Kara was supposed to be.” Linda drops her hands to her side. “My Alex took me to America, so I could understand their corruption.”

“Your Alex?” Lena repeats. “As in Alex Danvers…?”

Linda shakes her head. “No. That is not my Alex.” She’s not sure where Kara-Z or Kara-D are in their mind. Her memories sizzle with violet lightning, and her emotions a simmering cauldron of confusion. Z and D feel far away, like they've been cast into a dimensional fog; it is unlike all other times since her fusion. She does not know what this means. “No, my Alex is — was your brother.”

Lena breathes in sharply. Her shoulders tremble, and a hint of caution and fear trickle into her tone, despite the neutral expression on her face. “What — what do you mean?”

Linda stays by the bookcase, even though she wants to comfort her somehow. “I am sorry. Kara-Z often says I must be less abrupt.” She rubs her eyebrow as a headache pulses in tune with her confusion. “I call myself Linda. I am Red Daughter. I was Kaznia’s hope. Alex trained me.” She slides her finger down the spine of the mythology book. “He would not approve of this book.” She taps it. “But I want to read it. May I read it?”

“Of course.” Lena carefully tucks a bookmark into her book and stands. She lays it on the table and walks to Linda’s side. “You’re welcome to read whatever you desire, Linda.” A sad smile graces her lips. “And I understand what it’s like to be trained by Lex. He’s…” Lena struggles for a long moment as if fighting herself. “… he’s always been dangerous. I’m sorry you dealt with him.”

Linda picks the book off the shelf and holds it against her chest. “He called you a traitor.”

Lena lets out what sounds like a mixture between sob and laugh. “I fraternized with Kara Danvers, which apparently Lex knew was Supergirl.”

[appropriatelystupid]

Anne Sexton, All My Pretty Ones