#supergirl mini fic

[necrotic-nephilim]

Tell me why Kara Zor-L is one of my your favs! I'm been meaning to make the jump from the CW show to the comics. Any recommendations?

- @cicero-in-gotham

@cicero-in-gotham oh i would LOVE to!! Kara Zor-L is my darling beloved.

firstly for suggestions, i'll be honest Kara can be... a hard character to read for. you have to slog through a lot of really shitty "male gaze" content to get scraps of interesting stuff. the top comics i'd recommend are

Power Girl: Power Trip

Power Girl Returns

Power Girl (2023)

some people like Harley Quinn & Power Girl. i'll be honest... i did not. and Power Girl (2009) has... ups and downs, is the nicest way i'll say it. but it's also solid for what it is. certainly better than her New-52 content so i can't really complain.

anyhow, i always am enamoured by characters who are disconnected from their "family", especially due to trauma. bc no one really counts Power Girl as part of the Superfamily. and even within the Superfamily if people are talking about the "outcast" of the family, they always say Kon. (which, eh? maybe New-52!Kon but i wouldn't say the main Kon is an outcast, his issues are internal) but to me, Kara far better suites that role. it's one thing to be one of the last survivors of Krypton. it's another thing to be one of the last survivors of your entire *universe* as well. she lost everyone, *twice*.

i adore characters who feel like imposters and Kara is *peak* imposter syndrome. everything about her identity is constructed around not feeling like a "real" Super, or a "real" Zor-L. she has to live with knowing she's on an earth that has Supergirl, meaning they don't need her. she didn't wear the S crest for so long even on her own earth, because she felt like she didn't server it.the only thing she feels like she has going for her is her sexual appeal and so it's so amped up she lacks a personality outside of it. she has been isolated again and again by her trauma and she struggles to face her grief, masking with humor and oversexual appearances. i find that to be so interesting. she lost *everything*, twice. and now she's an imposter who will always hold herself at a distance from the Supers because she doesn't want to make them uncomfortable with her existence. she has to live on an Earth and know everyone is... slightly off. she has Clark, but it's not *her* Clark. she has the Justice Society of America, but it's not *her* JSA. and she doesn't have her best friend, Helena Wayne at *all*, because this earth has Helena Bertinelli as Huntress. (unless you count New Golden Age stuff but that's future timeline nonsense)

i find Kara's lack of identity interesting, and the way she just sort of drifts. she has done a lot of things, but lacks a sense of self importance bc she will never view herself as a "real" Kryptonian of this universe. she's just so neat to me. i also love the JSA personally, they're one of my favorite superhero teams, so i love any character connected to the JSA, they're always so underrated.

the Power Girl Special (which is collected in Power Girl Returns) is like, genuinely one of my favorite single issues ever. that comic just lives in my bones. it also has one of the *best* internal monologues i've ever read. something something comics are art. this is cutting some stuff out but just to show you have beautiful the writing is, this is an excerpt from that comic

people tend to think of hatred as love's opposite. but i disagree- i think hatred is just love's sharpened edge. it's the same passion. the same potency, the same intensity. just a different flavor. so no, hatred isn't love's opposite. grief is. grief is the void left behind after something you once loved was violently ripped away. grief is what happens in love's sudden absence. love is when your cup runneth over. but grief is hollow. a chasm. there is no negotiating with grief. it does what it wants to you, when it wants. you will never outgrow or outrun it. but... you can find ways to grow around it. i never got to say goodbye. i was loved, once. i was once loved so much that my life was prioritized above all else. i will never feel worthy of that love or sacrifice. but i'm realizing now that to freeze or falter in the shadow of that love is the only way to fail their sacrifice. i have to live in the light. i can step out into the sunlight, and still carry them with me.

like that is??? so Character to me. she is Everything. i'm just. so unwell over her internal struggles and how she faces the world, i cannot recommend her enough. she means the world to me and that comic has stuck with me since i read it for it's conversation about handling grief. i am begging everyone to be a Power Girl fan i know she's confusing but once you get the hang of her backstory she's so cool i swear-

[theredcapeofk]

Thank you very much @sanversandfriends for featuring me and my work ❤

Today, we're shining the Batsignal on ChristyKia. ChristyKia has been delighting fans with her drawings of Supercorp and other pairings in the SG fandom as The Red Cape of K. Thanks for sharing your insights and techniques, ChristyKia!

Tell us a little about yourself. How long have you been creating fan art? What were some of your first subjects and what ships/characters in the SG universe have you illustrated?

Hello I'm Christykia. I've been creating fanarts for as long as I can remember. I was probably 6 or 7 when I drew my first Disney fanarts, then I continued with Dragon Ball Z, Yu-Gi-Oh and later Harry Potter, Naruto, Avatar the last Airbender and the Legend of Korra. As for Supergirl, so far I've drawn Supergirl, Sam and baby Ruby, Lena, Kelly as Guardian, Supercorp and Brainia

What are your favorite mediums to work with?

I'm a traditional artist and I love to work with alcohol markers and colored pencils

What kinds of scenes do you enjoy illustrating? Do you have any favorite tropes or themes? Imagery that you like to work with?

When I draw ships, I like illustrating fluff and domestic scenes or casual moments of life. I also occasionally like drawing short comics and nsfw scenes. When I draw single characters I tend to draw portraits

Any advice for aspiring fan artists?

Start with cheap mediums, learn the basics (like anatomy), use references, and draw as much as you can. Keep your beginner's drawings, they'll help you see how you've improved after a while and you can still use them in "draw it again" games years later.

Check out more of her work here! https://theredcapeofk.tumblr.com/search/myart  for Supergirl Fanarthttps://www.instagram.com/_christykia/ For everything else 



[liminal-zone]

fanfic round up 2023

(2021, 2022)

LIST OF FANWORKS

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Crave (LOTR | haladriel | tentacles and rings of power | rated E)

somewhere in the haze (LOTR | Celeborn/Sauron | mutual stockholm syndrome | rated M)

taking me with your song (The Little Mermaid (2023) | Ariel/Eric, Ariel/Ursula | tentacles and possession and mindfuckery | rated E)

can't escape the ghost of you (The 100 | clexa, clarke/the judge | being fucked by the divine wearing the face of your dead lover is better than therapy | rated M)

Eating fire (SPN | Claire Novak | the girl who was castiel grieves for her fathers | rated T)

Bound (SPN | megstiel | a demon and her angel | rated NR)

uncharted territory (Supergirl | supercorp | the dangers of being hated by a luthor | rated M) (technically, just chapter 4 counts for 2023)

nothing can go wrong when you're in love (Nimona (2023) | Nimona/Gloreth | when your boss’ boyfriend looks like your ex, ugh! | rated Gen)

through a father’s eyes (Narnia | King Lune | dads gotta dad | rated Gen)

atomic blonde (Narnia, LOTR | Susan/Eowyn | it’s not the first time a power beyond understanding ripped Susan away from her home to fight in another world’s war | rated M)

Beware how you give your heart (LOTR | haladriel | a fourth age haunting | rated M) (a wip!!)

a little touch in the night (LOTR | haladriel | a love letter in tiny bites | rated T)

+three yuletide offerings to be revealed in January!

WIPS

MCU: the king and queen of Asgard wrt Valkyrie/Carol Danvers

MCU: the final conclusion of my winterbaron sugar daddy fic

LOTR: Doriath trash party wrt Melian/Galadriel

LOTR: “Sauron becomes a tree”

LOTR: dark Galadriel/Samwise and their garden of the world

LOTR: healing generational trauma with fourth age Arwen and her peepaw

The Matrix: Trinity and Smith as mirrors

Good Omens: Crowley haunted by his angel

Star Wars: A really scandalous dinluke sex pollen

Total number of completed works/fandoms written in: fifteen completed works in 2023 for a total of just over 32k words; six LOTR, two SPN, two Narnia, the rest sundry & various.

OVERALL THOUGHTS: ::taps the top of this car:: you can put so much monsterfucking in this bad boy, jfc.

PERSONAL FAVORITE: Getting unblocked by the most unlikeliest of sources and FINISHING MY SUPERCORP HATESEX. uncharted territory finished FIVE YEARS LATER. This has been a weight on my shoulders for years; I always knew it ended with a sadistic Lex Luthor torturing Kara (oop), but it was time passing and The Flash (2023) that got me where I needed to be to get that banged out. I’m really really pleased how that ended, and that I actually can finish a WIP.

MOST UNDERAPPRECIATED: Bound is really exceptional. It was part of my WIP amnesty week, and a revisitation and remix of a meg masters fic I wrote in 2013 after I had a terrible life-altering accident. My favorite 2023 additions are how she can only speak in the language of Sodom at the end. It’s not a GREAT fic, but I really love Meg and I love Meg & Castiel.

MOST POPULAR: Definitely Nimona (nothing can go wrong when you're in love) with 1,200+ kudos. Y’all, the teen/gen fic in younger fandoms hits hard. OOPS. re: my deeply funny stats for the little mermaid tentacles fic with over 3k hits and 86 kudos. AHAHHAHAH. welp.

STORY WITH THE SEXIEST MOMENT: OKAY, so this is sexy specific to me: in Crave, Galadriel taunts Sauron about how he has to fuck Ar-Pharazôn (a mini love letter to my beloved 5ummit!) and this, to me, is everything: “And you’ll never enjoy Ar-Pharazôn’s little prick again,” she says, drinking in the horror of his recent memories, a soured scheme. “Your play at feigned pleasure in service to a base creature will be ash in your mouth now. You will only think of the taste of my cunt with his cock shoved in your whore mouth.” The crass words burn on her lips but she can sense how he trembles, even in this form. “You’ll hunger for the taste of me. And when he’s dead, when you’ve sucked the miserable mortal life out of him, you’ll never take a lover again for the rest of your unnatural life,” she says. “You know where your dick should be sheathed. In me and no where else.”

MOST FUN STORY TO WRITE: Okay, I traveled for work a LOT this year and one night I was feeling down and angry about the world and asked on twitter that for every like, I’d write a soft haladriel headcanon and by the end of the night, i had the bulk of a little touch in the night and I was such a happy delighted lil soul. Such a highlight of the year.

HARDEST: A tie between Crave, which was writing on hard mode since I’m violently anti dominant Sauron (oop), and uncharted territory since I had been blocked for years.

BIGGEST SURPRISE: The delicious lush connection of Celeborn/Sauron in somewhere in the haze that STARTED AS A JOKE and now I’m full rarepair conspiracy theory into it.

DID YOU TAKE ANY RISKS IN WRITING THIS YEAR? Posting SPN in 2023, lol what was that. And neither of them explicitly destiel. Girl. Both tanked but I love those two fics.

MOST UNINTENTIONALLY TELLING STORY: Okay, one of my yuletides this year is really too close to something I’m working through in therapy. Oop.

FAVORITE LINES/SCENES: Okay literally everything in atomic blonde, that fic is nonstop bangers imho. I love this especially:

“Ah, there it is,” he replies. Stops, and turns to look into her eyes. To drink in her fury. “This isn’t your world, Daughter of Eve. Take your cursed horn and your beautiful face and take the little shieldmaiden too for all I care and leave Middle Earth to me. Grow old and find joy in women’s work.” He blinks, nonsense words emerging out of him: “In Christian Dior dresses and Chanel lipstick, in Italian leather handbags and silk nylons, in handsome British officers and those American boys who offer more than kisses, in the rumble of a Jaguar and the cries of healthy babies who do not fear war. Live and die on an island far, far away.” He blinks again. “I do not want you here.”

MY FAVE PART OF FANDOM IN 2023: Repeatedly saying “you hear me, baby? hold together” at the haladriel fandom like Han Solo does to the Millennium Falcon and we did! We made it another year!!! Let’s go, 2024!!!! (YOU HEAR ME, BABY. HOLD TOGETHER.)

2024 WRITING AMBITIONS: same as last year’s: Write more steadily and consistently. Get back into the drabble mode. Make time, take time, just do it. It doesn’t have to be groundbreaking, it just has to be creating something. The joy of creation is like nothing else. Chase that high.

2024 FICS ON THE IMMEDIATE HORIZON: Jan 1 - htp trash fic exchange Feb 3 - rffa exchange March - haladriel exchange!

[kuekyuuq]

Fanfic Crossover Prompt?

I noticed there are way too few Clexa and Supercorp Crossover Fics...

Just hear me out, k?

Supergirl /DCTV has established parallel worlds and plenty (accidental) ways to end up in an alternative world. Time travel is also very much established (kinda sorta in both shows)

The 100 canonically even has aliens (but this would be better!)

Each ship has a "blue-eyed blonde that came from the sky (from a more scientifically advanced world)" and an "ambitious and revolutionary green('ish)-eyed brunette in a powerful position"

...with the blondes being artistically inclined and the brunettes educated strategists

Lena and Lexa may have a secret hand-shake over the whole "love is weakness" mantra (or just cooly blank-faced share a nod of mutual understanding)

Kara's cousin is named Clark and Lena's brother is named Lex (Clexa: "Oh, are they close?" - SC: "...well, they are constantly at each other's throats?")

Nia would be very confusing - especially if she's still alive, bc seeing her may give Lena a mini heart-attack

Jackson may also look vaguely familiar to Kara...

(Charlotte would prolly already be "gone"...)

There is fun to be had with the character dynamics, Lexa and Kara being the heart-eyes ones, Clarke and Lena (whilst just as infatuated) try to play things cool

Lena would have a field day with the night blood (actually, she'd need a fix to survive in the radioactive world of The 100, unless she has a magical solution at hand)

Kara could single-handedly fix the 2nd Praimfaya situation (with some guidance by Lena)

Raven and Lena prolly would hit it off rather well

by the power of fanfic even the age difference between the characters can be either reduced or ignored

or Lena and Kara become sort of mentors / advisors to Heda and Wanheda

Lexa having a sparring session with "Olympics level fencer" Lena

Kara and Clarke ooh'ing and aaah'ing at Earth's nature together

Kara getting roped into beer-pong and owning it even without using her powers, not for her skills but bc she can't get drunk

Clexa may even help a canonically supposedly "best friends" Supercorp to "see the light" (Clexa: "Uhm, guys? That is not really what best friends are for...")

Play with Lena struggling in the forest or prove herself to be actually pretty apt in her survival skills

Lena coming into Polis being all like "I can fix this up. Someone give me some paper. Kara, time to flex those muscles of yours."

Kara "accidentally" sneezing too hard and freeze-breath scaring the daylights out of Titus before baldie can screw things up

Katie Lena in a more medieval leathery get-up!!!!

Kara on a horsey!! (or floating next to the group riding, cooing at the animals)

Both Kara and Lena having experience with "adults" and their schemes and politics messing things up, spot signs early and help Clexa take care of Pike et others...

Eventually (after saving their world) Lena finding the energy signatures below polis of the portal-thingy, figuring the puzzle out in 3.7 seconds and rewiring it to send them back home...

...and so. much. more!

But, really, it can go anyway you'd like:

Fun and light, or more serious and angsty; a whole fix-it for The 100 or set anywhen you want, pre-Kara's identity reveal (s3'ish?) or post-finale (witch!Lena ?); innocent or smut; SC just being the "little helpers" or ultimate heroes; lovey-dovey or tension-filled Clexa; powering down Kara somehow or just letting her be her super-charged self; a short adventure or a novel-sized tale...

Please, dear authors, feel inspired! ö.ö

[skylarstark4826]

Kara had been decorating her apartment for Christmas. she normally held an annual party but this year she was not sure she would with Alex not being able to leave the DEO much since Kara had to hang up her cape (for the time being at lest). James was running as many story’s on agent liberty as possible to at lest try to keep a conversation going and Kara had not been able to talk to Lena for weeks now not since here break up with James as she was burying herself in work. J’onn was volunteering at soup kitchen’s as he always did this time of year. 

so that left Kara by herself a lot lately, feeling sorry for herself and being a bit too selfish for her liking so once she’s finished here she’ll go help J’onn or James maybe give Alex a call. She could do it in a blink of an eye but Kara liked to decorate things like this slowly. That way she can feel more apart of the season as to just rushing through it.

just as she was putting tinsel out of the box she head a knock at the door. when she answered it, Brainy had turned around to face her as he had had his back to the door.

‘Hey Brainy what are you doing here is everything ok?’

he paused at her question and looked confused at her surprise

‘Yes, everything is alright, but you did tell me to meet with you tonight.’

‘I did’

‘yes, you where going to show me ‘It’s a wonderful life’ to get me in to as you put it the holiday spirit.’ 

‘oh right of course i forgot, well come in i was just decorating.’

‘ah yes the colonial tradition of brightening the inside of the home as to distract for the harsh winter outside i am familiar with it, I will help.’

‘thank you.’

the two of them then started to put the tinsel around the apartment, nick knacks on the tables and finally putting ornaments on the tree.

‘thank you for helping me Brainy.’

‘no matter, besides I think this is much better immersion, I always prefer hard data over observational collection.’

Brainy smiled as he put a gold bauble on the tree. 

‘I will keep that in mind.’

Kara was untangling the light on the floor as she looked up at him, Brainy then pulled another item out of the box and paused. 

‘hey, wait Brainy that one dose not go on the tree.’

‘why? what is it?’

he looked down at his hand to examine the green leafy object, Kara then stood up in front of him and took his hands in hers.

‘this is mistletoe and it doesn’t go on the tree it goes up high like in a door frame or a balcony places like that.’

‘why?’

he asked without looking up for his hand the way he said was almost like a child. 

‘will it’s tradition so that its high enough for two people to stand under.’

‘alright.’

Brainy looked up and around the apartment until he found a pace to hang it, he then lifted himself into the air with his flight ring and placed it there. he then lowered himself down still looking at it. he then looked at Kara as if to signal her to come over. she then walked over to him and when she was in front of him he looked up again looking confused.

‘is it not working?’

‘sorry?’

‘is the mistletoe not working?’

Kara could not help but let out a giggle as she shook her head a little.

‘have I miss read the situation.’

‘a little bit,yeah.’

Brainy looked down at his feet he didn’t like getting things wrong especially not in front of Kara. Kara had stopped her giggling but said cheerily 

‘no it’s ok it sweet, I mean your planet is build around technology so what you were thinking makes scents.’

Brainy then lifted his head and put his figures together as he normally did when discussing serous matters. 

‘So if you don’t mind my asking, what is the mistletoe for exactly.’

‘Well I don’t think it’s for anything but there is a tradition for when to people are under it.’

‘yes,yes what is it a prayer, a chant, a sacrificial ritual perhaps.’

‘No Brainy, and what would we even scarifies.’

‘many number of things like hair, valuables and..’

‘ok i get but no that’s not what it is.’

‘then what do you do under mistletoe.’

Kara’s mind made an evil thought she could not shake.

‘how about i just show you.’

‘ok.’

‘close you eyes.’

he did as she said he closed his eyes and put his hands at his side. Kara edged closer to him looking at the details in his face his sweet, soft face. she took one more step so that there was only centimetres between them. Kara then leans in to close the gap between them her lips gently pressing his, he pulled back of a second before realising what was happening. he then embraced the contact willingly, eagerly and with a bit of disbelief. Kara then pulled away from him, Brainy then opened is eyes to see Kara’s smiling face. 

‘that is what mistletoe is for.’

‘I see, are there any other traditions you could show me.’

‘sure.’

Brainy looked shyly at the ground 

‘are there any more that have mistletoe?

[garciaasfluffypen]

the day lena met kara

word count: 1.1k pairing: autistic!kara danvers x lena luthor warnings: none :) this is just pure fluff. 

a/n: okay so i’ve had a fic that i’ve left untouched for YEARS because people shitted and farted on me for how i wrote my autistic!kara at the time ( full transparency, i literally haven’t touched this google doc since 2017 ). granted, i now have many years of working with both autistic adults and children under my belt and i’m also now 23 so i’d like to think my writing has improved LMAO. so instead of reuploading it as a fic, i decided i’d take some of the moments and make them into one shots and do a little mini series maybe if y’all like it?

DISCLAIMER: NOT ALL AUTISM IS THE SAME. THERE ARE DIFFERING LEVELS OF FUNCTIONALITY PER HUMAN. YOU MAY NOT LIKE MY WRITING BUT DON’T SHIT ON ME FOR HOW I PORTRAY THIS VERSION OF KARA. I’M GOING BASED OFF OF WHAT I KNOW AS SOMEONE WHO’S WORKED WITH HUMANS WITH AUTISM FOR 13 YEARS. 

it was a beautiful, partly cloudy day when they first met. kara remembers the day perfectly. it was overcast- some of her favorite days. while she always felt less strong on overcast days, kara found herself feeling quite content on those days. it could be because the sun wasn’t blinding her every time she looked out her window, or the fact that there was typically a light breeze that wound its way through the city on those days, making it feel more and more like spring time. 

the sun slowly found its way into kara’s bedroom, slowly inching its way across her bed. she knew the exact reason she was up as early as she was- she was interviewing lena luthor today. her boss, snapper, had asked her to write an article on the young businesswoman, highlghting the steps that she was taking to reclaim the luthor name when it came to L-Corp. she could feel her anxiety bubbling at the surface, her gaze drifting to the floor as the sun sneaked its way closer to the bed. she liked watching the sun. the way it made the same pattern on the floor every morning was always predictable. the floorboards would get just warm enough for her feet so she didn’t have to wear socks to bed. it was nice. it was routine. 

a small shuffling came from her kitchen, reminding kara that her cousin clark had slept on the couch last night to ensure she didn’t feel alone going into her meeting with lena today. she loved clark with her whole heart- he had always gone above and beyond for her. including driving all the way from metropolis. 

“good morning, kara.” 

kara bounded into her kitchen, smiling at her cousin. “hi clark!”

“i made you your favorite pancakes.”

“really?” kara’s eyes widened. “you made me my pancakes?”

“i did.” clark pushed a plate over towards her, the syrup kara liked following seconds later. “you need to eat a good breakfast, you have your interview with lena today.”

kara looked down at her plate as she felt her face get redder, suddenly finding a small crack in her table more interesting than anything else in the room. “yeah.”

“are you excited?” she could hear the concern in his voice. 

“yeah.”

“are you sure?” clark looked over to kara, concerned. “do you feel uncomfortable?”

“no…”

“kara, are you sure you want to do this?”

“of course i do!” Kara’s head snapped up. “i want to be a reporter, clark. i have to go with you and work on this story if i want to be a reporter. i can’t do a story and not interview people. that’s not right.”

“right. but if you feel uncomfortable, let me know and we can leave whenever you want to, okay?” kara nodded. “and remember, you can not say that you’re supergirl.”

“why?”

“it’s our secret, remember?”

“oh yeah! it’s a secret!” kara placed her finger on her lips, almost as if to tell herself not to say anything. “you can’t tell anyone my secret clark! alex won’t be happy.”

“that’s right. it’s our little secret, okay?”

“okay!”

                                                            -----

kara’s arm was wrapped around clark’s forearm as they walked over towards L-Corp. she was nervous. kara wasn’t one for social interaction with people whom she didn’t know from her childhood. when she wasn’t supergirl, she always stayed to the back and let alex or clark do all the talking. but she was going to be a reporter, and she had to learn how to talk to people. this interview was the perfect opportunity. she was going to meet one of the most famous people in national city and write a story about her. of course, she didn’t expect to get published right away, it was going to be her first article, but it was going to be her first story and she was more focused on getting it written than getting it published. she needed to make sure it was perfect, and clark was there to help her. 

kara heard a mumbled sentence come from clark, and she could only find the courage to nod as clark opened the door for her, waiting for her to go inside. kara took a few steps in and waited for clark, not wanting to go any farther without him. when he got inside, kara found her way back to his side and clutched onto his shirt sleeve as they walked over to the circulation desk. kara looked down as she waited for clark to be done talking to the lady before they went to the elevator. she waited until the door closed to plug her ears, trying to stop them from popping- she hated when her ears popped in elevators. soon as the door opened kara could feel herself getting more scared, and looked over to clark. he held out a hand and let kara take it, walking out of the elevator before signaling to her to take a deep breath. once she was ready, the secretary opened the door to lena’s office and let them in.  

“clark, what a pleasure.”

“same to you, lena.” clark nodded his head slightly, trying to nudge kara forward at the same time.

“and who might this be?”

“this is my cousin, kara danvers.”

“hi kara.” lena started talking in a quieter tone, sensing her nervousness. “i’m lena.”

“kara is autistic, so she’s a little shy.”

“i’m so not shy!” kara huffed, scrunching her face into a pout as she looked up at clark. 

“then tell Lena why you’re here.”

kara paused. “can you do it?”

“kara, you can do it.”

“you don’t have to be nervous, kara.” kara’s eyes shifted over towards Lena, looking just beyond her face. dhe wasn’t ready for eye contact yet. “i heard a lot about you, clark talks about you all the time. from what I’ve heard, you seem like a bright girl.”

“you talk about me?”

“i do.” clark smiled. “now, what are we here for again?”

“to interview lena.”

“why do we need to interview lena?”

“i’m writing a story. my first story.”

clark glanced over to lena, who was trying to hide a smile behind her hand. “and why do you want to do your story on lena?”

“because she’s really pretty.”

“yes, but there’s another reason.”

“because snapper wants me to report on lena and L-Corp and how she’s being a business woman.”

“that’s right. so are you ready to ask lena questions now?”

kara looked down at her feet, starting to play with the bottom of her shirt. lena held out her hand again, waiting for a reaction from kara, but frowned when she stepped away. clark held out a hand and pulled kara closer to him, trying to calm her down. at least two minutes passed before kara glanced up, looking at lena. her eyes lit up and tucked some hair behind her ears, ready to answer any question that kara asked her.

[dcjelliclequeen33]

I have way too many WIP fics for my current mini hyperfixation being back on Supergirl to post about without giving up too much about the stories or to post in general but I do have picture boards I made for inspiration/attention grabbers for the three main ones holding my attention so I’m going to share those! On that note none of the pictures are mine, I found them all on Pinterest and edited them together! So here they are for your enjoyment!

1: “Secrets Alternative” After a one night stand with Clark Kent Lena becomes pregnant (alt to “Secrets”.

2: “Masquerade” L-Corp hosts a Halloween masquerade party and Kara can’t keep her eyes off the stunning beauty wearing a red velvet cloak and mysterious black mask.

3: “Rewriting Tragedy” Lena is killed by Lex, out of desperation to save her best friend Kara tries to go back in time and stop it from happening, no matter the obstacle or cost.

[avatarskywalker78]

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Active Series:

Nicky Connors, Cobra Adjacent - focusing on my OC Nicola ‘Nicky’ Connors, who befriends Johnny and the Cobras in 1981 and becomes an honourary Cobra. She’s especially close to Johnny, but this relationship becomes increasingly fraught in the run-up to KK1, as he gets deeper into Cobra Kai and she can’t see a way to get him out. Will be an eventual AU, and currently has 3 stories.

bad boy (no more) - one-shots focusing on a redeemed Mike Barnes, his wife Leah, and their three kids Sarah, Elaine, and Alex. Will be (mostly) unconnected, currently has 6 stories.

The Shieldmaiden Saga -  my longfic Flash AU series featuring Steph Taylor, Eddie Thawne’s childhood best friend who gains force-field powers the night of the accelerator explosion, learns about the truth of the particle accelerator, and plots to bring down Wells with a help of a friend or several, all while also trying to help the metahuman community in Central. Currently has 2 stories.

Cobalt Blue and The Flash - Flash AU where Malcolm Thawne (Eddie’s estranged younger brother) and Barry Allen are best friends, and both get struck by lightning the night of the explosion. Malcolm wakes up five months later, reconciles with his brother, and on discovering his powers becomes Central City’s first hero. But there’s a lot of questions surrounding that night, and he doesn’t really think Wells’ version of events is the whole story, and this is before he finds out superspeed isn’t the only set of powers he has. Currently has 1 story.

On Hiatus:

Niamh Cassidy - Once Upon a Time AU featuring Niamh Cassidy, Neal’s 8-year-old daughter, which will focus on her adventures after her grandfather, her half-brother, and her dad’s old girlfriend (who is her half-brother’s mother) show up on the doorstep looking for her dad, and she finds out that all the weird and wonderful tales she’s been told are true. Currently has 1 story.

The Adventures of Eliana Kent - my Supergirl AU focusing on my OC Eliana Kent, Clark and Lana’s daughter from an alternate universe who was forced (along with thousands of others) to flee from her home universe to Earth-38 after the anti-alien government wipes out most of her family. Suddenly starting to come into the rest of her powers - after 17 years of only having flight and supersenses - following Cadmus’s debut, she soon becomes National City’s newest hero, which brings her face to face with her family’s doppelgangers. Currently has 1in-progress longfic, with 3 chapters.

to fix the timeline (or make it better) - my Krypton AU featuring my OC Ashley Tanner, a friend of Adam’s since high school who was accidently transported alongside him to Rann, and has had many space adventures since then, before deciding to help him save Krypton (as well as the timeline) from Brainiac. But things turn out to be a lot more complicated than they realise. Currently has 1 in-progress longfic, with 8 out of 11 chapters.

emerald legacy - Arrow AU where Oliver is the one who dies in the S1 finale, not Tommy, and as a result it’s up to Tommy to take on the vigilante mantle with the help of his friends and family, with all the problems that brings after an old enemy of Oliver’s decides he’ll just switch his focus to Tommy instead. Currently has 2 stories.

legends of earth-4 - a literal Legends AU focusing on what the Legends of Earth-4 could look like, featuring my OC Brianna Thawne, Eddie’s distant descendant and the Cobalt Blue of her generation, who joins the Legends after she causes a rift in her Team Flash following her attempt to stop an Allen from changing the timeline. Currently has 1 story.

Tales of the Koopalings - my FFN imports focused on the lives of the Koopalings (who in my ‘verse are Bowser’s children). Currently has 2 stories, focused on Ludwig Von and Wendy O. Koopa.

Complete Series:

Cobra Kai Mini Rewrites - unconnected fix-its for Cobra Kai, mainly Daniel and Johnny focused, with a couple ones from Miguel’s POV and one from Tory’s POV. Spans from S1 to the first half of S4, in no particular order. Has 18 stories.

flufftober 2021 - my collection of (mostly) short oneshots for flufftober 2021. Multifandom, has 31 stories.

flufftober 2022 - my collection of (mostly) short oneshots for flufftober 2022. Multifandom, has 21 stories.

Other Fics:

of legacies and lies - a oneshot set post-Winter Soldier featuring my OC Alex Thompson, Jack Thompson’s granddaughter, who has to go on the run following the SHIELDRA revelation, intending to get back to the US to clear her name while dealing with the fact that everything she’s worked for has been a lie.

a god’s reflection - a rewrite of an FFN story set post-Avengers from Loki’s POV as he thinks about what led him to his prison cell.

you’ve always been (a part of me) - a Krypton AU set 40 years post-canon, with Seg and Adam having gotten together not long after S2 and had a family, and focuses on Seg coming to terms with the fact that he’ll long outlive Adam.

right here (is where I’m meant to be) - a short, fluffy, post-canon Segdam story as they share a lazy morning together.

to new beginnings - a Westhallen (and Eddie Lives) AU, written for last January’s Polyam Shipping Day with the prompt ‘Resolutions’.

the future (is ours) - a Flash AU where Iris became the Flash and Barry and Eddie were the ones who got together, but even though Eobard is dealt with without any casulties, Eddie can’t help but wonder what his place in Barry’s life is know, knowing what he does of the original timeline.

now we have (the freedom to choose) - An AU of the Legends S1 finale, as Carter talks about destiny with Sara, and realises he wants to branch out on his own as well now that he’s not constantly fearing for his life.

the truth (long overdue) - Spider-Man 2 fix-it where Peter actually explains things to Harry, and unknowingly averts catastrophe.

Ambiguity - FFN import of a story I wrote for the web series Stupid Mario Brothers, showing the events of the Movie Act 2 Part 4 from Mr L’s POV (with a twist)

[batgirlgeek]

Funko Pop Collection

So I got this ask a while back from a mutual (aka @blackcat2907) and I mentioned in the tags that I could show off my funko pops so here I am! I started collecting them in middle school. They’re probably a money waster and will most likely be thrown away by future descendants but I like them🥰

I tried to get them all pictured together since they’re all scattered about my room but that didn’t happen bc I either misplaced some or they weren’t standing right (bc as we all know, Funkos can be finicky with if they want to stand properly on a given day).

My Harlequin Batman/Alfred Hitchcock/Darla/Lock/Mr. Rogers are usually on a shelf together since I don’t know where to put them and I’m not sure where most of them came from. I imagine Lock was purchased around the time when I was making my descendants fics (one of them featured Lock, Shock and Barrel’s Children) but idk for sure😅

From back -> front/left -> right we have:

Carmen Sandiego (she was my first)

Drowned Batman/-11 Batman (I haven’t actually read Death Metal but I really like the aesthetic of that AU Batman😅)

Regular Batman

Harlequin Batman

Darla from Shazam (I really liked the first live action—and the second—and I thought Darla was sweet❣️)

Alfred Hitchcock

Lock (nightmare before Christmas)

Mr. Rogers (I think I bought this when I saw the Tom Hanks’ biopic)

Eric + Ariel (I keep them with my fairytale retellings. I’m hoping to get a Cinderella figure at some point since

Batgirl

Pride month Robin (I usually buy my Funkos from retailers or Amazon but this one I got from funko’s official store since it came out during June last year shortly after Tim came out)

A bonus Dorian from D&D: Honor Among Thieves:

I enjoyed that movie a lot and I have a soft spot for tieflings so when I saw Hot Topic had the movie Funkos, I snagged her. I nearly forgot to include her since she’s usually sitting on a corner bookshelf behind my chair/desk. Since D&D is a roleplaying game, I’ve kept her with my game disks/switch & DS cartridges

The bombshells collection:

Left -> right:

Hawk girl

Supergirl

Batwoman

Poison Ivy

Catwoman

I’ve been trying to collect DC’s Bombshells line because I just love their 40s aesthetic a lot—I’d like to get the comic series also but I’m currently on a book buying ban to curb my physical TBR (there’s 58 books left if my Storygraph’s count is right).

And finally, my minis:

My mom got me this DC funko advent calendar for Christmas last year and it was very fun opening them all up since it gave me something to look forward to every day. Unfortunately, a lot of them were duds as there were so many duplicates (I suspect the company just retooled actual Funkos and didn’t bother to make new ones lol). Also the flash ones don’t stand unless they’re leaning against another mini. But I still think they’re cute so they’re displayed on their own shelf :)

I’ve never officially counted all my Funkos before but in total (excluding my advent calendar minis) we have 18. There’s a lot more I’d love to buy (including a Huntress funko) but at the moment all I can do is stare wistfully at an Amazon wishlist and I’m okay with that for now😅

(I’m sorry this took awhile BTW. I could lie and say I was busy but I really got sucked into the tv series White Collar of all things. It’s good, I’m on s4 <3)

By the way,, before you leave: if anybody is reading this and is collecting the deluxe editions of these dragon age books or knows where I can get copies for a reasonable price, I would appreciate it. They are very hard to find now since they’re technically out of print I think. I’m missing The Calling, The Stolen Throne and Last Flight. Might have to cave and buy them in their original editions which would be a shame bc I think these copies are gorgeous and have incredible art😅

[mike-wachowski]

actually i wish they had explored the way Kara had been able to pull the sunlight from the grass more. Imagine a scene with Kara, alone in a park in national city, gangs of enemies surrounding her, and she reaches her hands out and just breathes in all the sunlight from the grass and plants around her.

Imagine the look on those guys faces when all the grass they’re standing on suddenly withers and yellows, a once green, grassy hill now reduced to a dry and barren field. the trees shrivel, the roots turn inwards, and all the poppies and daisies that dotted the dirt around them wilt and die, all the colors bleeding from their petals as Kara’s eyes begin to glow a deep red, then painful yellow, then a blinding, burning white. 

hi if you're seeing this on your explore or based on your likes or whatever please check out this version with the mini fic and art from my best friends and reblog that instead

[sazernac]

A mini super at fic if you’re so inclined?

Did you mean super cat? If so…

The moon is high in the sky as Cat walks along the shore of the gentle Caribbean Sea. The sounds of the waves crashing and receding have a calming effect on the turbulent thoughts plaguing Cat’s mind, allowing her to sort through the madness.

She was going to see Kara again.

The younger woman was blissfully unaware of the effect that she had on her, but Cat wasn’t sure that she would be able to keep up the platonic facade she had with Kara anymore. Now that the hero knew that Cat had always known her true identity, she would have all the sides of Kara, not just the “human” cover but the Kryptonian god she had always revered and the thought of it made Cat tingle with excitement.

A burst of wind and the soft thud of boots pulls Cat out of her thoughts. She turns around to find Supergirl standing in front of her, regal and strong as ever. The hero’s cape flows majestically behind her, dancing in the breeze as she meets Cat’s eyes, a confident smirk curling at the corner of her pretty lips.

The air between them is charged, weighted with six years of emotion, desire and yearning that neither have been bold enough to address.

Cat feels her heart begin to pound the moment Kara begins walking towards her, holding her gaze with an intensity that pins Cat to the spot and renders her momentarily speechless, which is a miracle in itself.

Once the hero reaches Cat and is standing so close to her that she can feel the warmth and power wafting off Kara’s body deliciously, she releases a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Then, she gasps when Kara’s fingers tenderly cup her chin.

“It’s you.” Kara breathes. “It’s always been you.”

Cat cannot stop the flood of tears gathering in her eyes and spilling down her cheeks at the hero’s words. Kara gently brushes them away and pulls Cat into a tight embrace that she immediately sinks into.

“So, I take it that this is your way of accepting my offer?” Cat asks once she is capable of thought and speech again. Kara pulls back to meet her eyes and Cat finds herself burning in the desire she finds there.

“This is my way of accepting anything you’re willing to offer me, if you’ll still have me that is.”

Cat glances at pink lips that are only a few inches from her own and back up again. “That depends on who I’m getting. Is it Kara Danvers offering herself to me or is it Supergirl?”

Kara’s hands glide down to Cat’s waist and presses the older woman firmly against her body. Cat nearly melts at the feel of heat and muscle and runs her hands along rippling shoulders crafted from steel.

“Kara Zor-El.” The hero tells her lowly. “You’re getting all of me.”

Her real name.

All of her.

“Think you can handle it, Miss Grant?” Kara challenges cheekily, slowly closing the short inches between their lips.

“Oh, I know I can.” Cat tells her, then silences the hero with a deep, searing kiss.

[sanversandfriends]

Today, we're excited to launch our mini-views with our fabulous FtF writers, artists, and beta readers. We begin by stringing the lasso around Wally, the author of Amazonian Awakening, an epic multi-chapter fic asking 'what if Kara's pod landed on Themyscira?'

We appreciate your taking the time to share a bit of yourself and your inspirations behind the work, Wally!

Tell us a little about yourself. How did you get started writing fic? Have you written for other fandoms? What are your favorite tropes?

I started writing fic a long time ago, and at 53 I have seen fandoms come and go. I always stuck with what I knew, Star Trek and Star Wars. About three years ago, maybe a little more, my little girl came out to me and it got me thinking that maybe I had a lot to learn. Writing does that for me, so I tried, and people read, but mostly they questioned and commented. Then I made friends in a community I had no reason to be accepted in, and I stuck around. I discovered over time I had a knack for creating stories and I fell in love with the process and the people in the fandoms themselves. Over time I have written SuperCorp and other Supergirl related fiction. My favorite is SuperReign and they are the focus of my longest fic. I have also written for Bishova and Captain Marvel/Black Widow. Tropes? I really don’t know if I have a favorite trope, unless you count song inspired fics as a trope.

What were your inspirations for this particular story? What was it about this/these ships that grabbed you?

This particular story was actually a challenge from a friend, because she loves the idea of Diana and Kara together. So, I thought to myself, what if Kara crashed on Themyscira and grew up as an Amazon. From there it just kinda took control. Honestly, I prefer Diana with Lena, but for this story, I am trying really hard to make them work.

Has the time spent away from your story changed your outlook or approach to any of the storylines or themes? Have you had any new inspirations or breakthroughs/revelations in the meantime? 

It hasn’t really changed my outlook, but it has given me a chance to figure out where I thought the mistakes were and grasp Kara’s personality again. I have questioned some aspects and have made decisions based on those.

Any advice for new or aspiring fic writers?

If there is any advice I can give aspiring writers, write what you want to see and if you hit a block, ask for help.

If you were going to promote this fic with a single line, what would it be? 

“A Kryptonian raised as an Amazon, visits the world of man.”

Here’s a link to Amazonian Awakening.

[owl-with-a-pen]

Kara had been putting on a brave face all afternoon. Alex figured it would have been a little more obvious to everyone had it not been for the fact that they all were.

Each of them had been affected by the Phantom’s fear visions to some degree, but in typical Super Friends fashion, they’d found the remedy to those fears in each other’s company.

It almost felt too normal, gathering at Kara’s apartment, playing board games, eating and drinking, laughing and pretending that the last few weeks had been nothing but a bad dream.

Nothing was that easy, though, no matter how hard they tried. After all, it didn’t escape Alex that Lena had more than overindulged in her fair share of scotch since her arrival, or that Nia had practically remained glued to Brainy’s side the whole afternoon, fiddling with the life projectors beneath his shirt as they lay curled against each other on the couch. Brainy held her just as tightly in return, as though he was afraid to let her go. It was clear he was way more on edge than normal, hyper-aware of his surroundings, startling at just about any loud noise. So much so that the pop from the champagne cork earlier that day had very nearly sent him reeling right out of the room. After that, Alex had put the group on a strict twist off cap rule for any future bottles that were to be opened in Brainy’s presence.

Alex knew that Kelly had seen something awful there as well, but her girlfriend had been doing everything to keep the morale of the team boosted, instead assuring her that she was working through it on her own terms, and that she wanted Alex to feel comfortable talking to her about her own nightmare as well.

As much as Alex wanted to take Kelly up on that offer - right now - sitting there with her friends, drink in hand and her sister’s head resting on her shoulder… this was how she was getting by. She didn’t need to talk it out, at least not in that moment. Being in the presence of her family, feeling the soft fibres of Kara’s cardigan between her fingers, this was more than enough to keep her fears at bay.

But, she knew that Kara was struggling.

Despite the strength Kara was trying desperately to maintain, Alex could see the strain behind every smile. Even now she was home safe, decked in sweats and curled up under her favourite blanket, it didn’t take from the fact that whatever she’d seen in the Phantom Zone still lived within her. Providing all the comforts in the world wasn’t going to change that.

Still, having a chance to focus on family, junk food and stupid card games was at least beginning to alleviate some of the tension in the room. By the time day rolled into night, the laughter they shared together felt that much more genuine, and Alex was even able to goad Kara into a very competitive, high-stakes game of Trivial Pursuit.

Brainy and Nia won, not like the room stood much of a chance against a twelfth-level intellect who had also taken the opportunity of studying even more pop-culture references since his stint in 2009. But, with the alcohol running through everyone’s systems, the match had been closer than any one before it.

Eventually though, it was time for the Super Friends to head home for the evening. Well, everyone apart from Alex. She’d been pretty clear from the moment game night had been proposed that there was no way in hell she was leaving her sister alone that night.

If anything, Kara had seemed relieved at the idea. Alex knew she was still processing everything that had happened, but the horrors of that place were still fresh on her mind. Maybe she hadn’t been alone, maybe she had found family along the way, but that didn’t take from the awful things Kara had witnessed, even with her father at her side.

Alex wasn’t sure what to think of Zor-El quite yet. J’onn had given him a place to crash at the Tower while he gathered his bearings on Earth, and she knew he’d likely be contacting Argo very soon with the news of his survival. Kara hadn’t spoken much about her father since getting back, but then again, she’d spoken so little about her time in the Phantom Zone that Alex didn’t think it strange. She was looking to move past this.

They all were.

Just… moving past it wasn’t going to be as easy as they were hoping for. Kelly was already trying to encourage everyone into a group session to talk things out, although the bottle of wine she’d toted had probably made her sound a little too eager about the idea at the time. In any case, Alex hadn’t missed how Kara had shrunk into the sofa at the suggestion, or how quickly she’d diverted the subject before Kelly had a chance to go into any details.

She’d have to talk to someone eventually, and privately Alex hoped that Kara might let her in. Since Brainy and Nia had gone back in time, Alex couldn’t help but fall back to those years when she’d left Kara behind for college, how anchored she’d still felt to her sister’s life even from miles away. There were times she’d blamed Kara for everything in her life that wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t take from the moments, however small, where things had been just that.

Perfect.

The longer Kara had spent in Midvale, the more she’d opened up about her home world. Alex had found the topic all kinds of uncomfortable at first, serving as yet another reminder that she was responsible for this alien tween that had somehow stumbled into their lives, disturbing her otherwise normal existence. But, Kara had been able to fill every one of her stories about Krypton with such wonder. Even when she hadn’t been fully confident with English, she’d still managed to describe her planet with such passion that Alex could even imagine those great glass spires for herself, could see the vast cities that glimmered in the distance from Kara’s old bedroom window.

Kara had never managed to get through one of those stories without crying.

Alex could still remember clambering over to Kara’s bed in the dead of night, bundling her adopted sister in her arms, expecting it to feel so alien, so wrong. But, it hadn’t. If anything, it had been the most natural thing in the world.

She’d whispered to her then, rocking her, telling her oh so gently that everything would be okay.

Kara had believed her every time.

Now, though?

Now, Alex wasn’t so sure.  

Once the party disbanded, neither one of them had the energy to say much to each other, but that didn’t matter. Sharing one another’s space was more than enough. Assuring Kara that she wasn’t alone tonight - that was enough. It had to be.

When Kara headed to bed, Alex set about making herself comfortable on the couch, curling beneath the duvet that Kara had left out for her.

She didn’t remember falling asleep, which only made it all the more alarming when she was suddenly jerked awake some hours later.

Alex’s throat was dry, and there was a crick in her neck where she’d been lying awkwardly across the sofa’s arm. She groaned out, raising her hands in a half-assed defensive stance that would have been way more threatening had she actually had a firearm to grab a hold of and not a medium sized throw pillow.

“Alex?”

Kara’s voice, trailing feebly in the dark. Alex blinked, finding her sister’s bright eyes staring at her in the dim setting of the apartment. Even with no visible source of light, they still managed to shimmer, like tiny beams of sunlight had been captured within her irises.

“Hey,” Alex managed, clearing her throat with some effort. She frowned, reaching for her sister’s arm. “Are you okay?”

Kara’s lips trembled into a weak smile. “I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted.

“Figures,” Alex said, noting the state of her sister’s hair. It was tied up into a messy bun that had clearly fallen victim to Kara’s violent tossing and turning habit. Alex forced herself into a half decent sitting position, glancing towards the kitchen. “What d’you think, will tea and honey cut it?” she asked, feigning a dramatized yawn. “Or, do we have to pull out the big guns?”

Kara’s smile widened. “Oh, big guns for sure.”

“Hot cocoa it is.” Alex grinned. “You can boil the water.”

                                                          ---

Ten minutes later, Alex found herself sat on Kara’s bed, legs crossed as she nursed her piping mug of hot cocoa, enhanced with a generous splash of whiskey. Kara did the same, taking a sip before she closed her eyes, leaning her back against the head rest.

“Oh Rao that’s good,” she murmured.

“Y’know, I think I’ve even improved upon mom’s recipe,” Alex mused. “The student becomes the teacher, or whatever.”

“Don’t tell Eliza that, she’ll kill you.”

Alex pulled a face. “God, never. She’ll take that recipe to her grave.”

Kara chuckled, sobering slightly. She pressed her lips together, staring down into her mug. “I missed this,” she murmured. “When I was… trapped there… everything felt so bleak. Like the world was trying to suck the happiness right out of me.” She shuddered, tightening her grip around her mug. “I tried to hold onto happy memories, the taste of my favourite foods, anything that’d keep me grounded. But, the longer I was there, the more I thought I’d never find that happiness again.” She breathed out sharply, forcing a smile. “That I’d never taste hot cocoa again.”

“I can’t imagine what it was like,” Alex said softly. “I mean… we were only there for a few hours and look how badly it affected us. You were there for weeks and I—” Alex choked, shaking her head. “Things got pretty bleak here, too. And, well, let’s just say I didn’t need a Phantom to start losing hope.”

“Alex-”

“It’s not your fault,” Alex said automatically. “So don’t you dare go apologising for this.”

“I- I wasn’t.”

Alex gave her sister a pointed look.

Kara’s face fell. She shifted uncomfortably, drawing her knees up towards her chest. “Okay, maybe… so maybe I was. But- I don’t know what else to say, Alex! I am sorry. Sorry any of this happened. That we lost each other.”

Again.

“We always find our way back,” Alex said firmly, pressing the warmth of her mug against her chin retrospectively. Her lips curled. “That might as well be the Danvers’ sisters motto at this point, right?”

Kara snorted into her own mug. “It’s got a ring to it.”

“We could make t-shirts.”

“Okay, that’s the lamest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“But you kinda love it, right?”

Kara’s nose crinkled when she grinned, one of those classic Kara smiles. So simple, so easy, as though she wasn’t holding the weight of the world on her shoulders at any given moment.

It didn’t last long, but when Kara looked back up at her, Alex thought that a little of the pain behind her eyes had begun to ease.

Then, Kara yawned.

Alex’s smile faded. “Okay, you really need to get some sleep.”

Kara bit her lip, glancing away. “I know. I just…” She blinked with a sudden revelation, turning back to Alex in the same motion. “Would you stay?” she asked impulsively, patting the sheets at her side. “Here, I mean. While I sleep? Like old times?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Alex said, already scooting over towards the empty space. “Of course I will.”

                                                           ---

The last time Alex had laid in Kara’s bed, she’d been alone.

When the wound had still been fresh, her heart was so heavy that Alex had needed to feel Kara there with her somehow. She’d used the spare key to get inside, curling up beneath her sister’s sheets, still smelling of Kara’s watermelon shampoo, and hugged her pillow close to her chest, burying her face into the soft cotton.

Now, Kara lay at her side, and yet Alex still had to fight to prove to herself that this was real. That Kara was home. 

She hadn’t told anyone about what the Phantom had showed her just yet - not even Kelly. To think how terrified she’d been of not being the first face that Kara saw, that somehow her stubbornness might ruin everything, that to get Kara back, she’d have to sacrifice herself, because it was her job as the older sister. Even when she’d faced those fears, when she’d chosen to let herself go to keep Kara safe, it didn’t take from the horrible all-consuming vacuum that had surrounded her. The unforgiving, ice cold chasm of space that had crushed her body the moment she’d been pulled from the ship’s sheild. 

But, when Kara had barrelled through that door, Alex had seen her light at the end of the tunnel. When Kara had wrapped her arms around her, nearly forgetting her own strength, squeezing the breath right out from Alex’s lungs, her fears had all but evaporated alongside it. Instead, she’d only hugged her sister tighter in response, whispering nonsensical reassurances into Kara’s ear as she’d crumpled beneath the weight of everything she’d seen, breathing heavily into Alex’s throat.

Now, Alex ran her fingers through her sister’s hair, tugging the elastic out so that she could knot the blonde strands into loose plaits. She’d taught Kara how to braid her hair in a similar fashion when they’d been kids, playing with her hair for hours in front of the mirror, going through every style she could think of in some of her mom’s old magazines. Alex had never been a big fan of dressing up, but Kara had been so excited to learn about Earth fashion and Alex had been seldom to disappoint.

It wasn’t long before Kara relaxed into the gesture, her back curving against Alex’s chest as she sank deep against her pillow, pressing her face into it with a soft exhale.

Alex didn’t know what kind of nightmares Kara had faced the last time she’d fallen asleep, but she vowed that she’d do everything in her power to give her sister the peace of mind she deserved.

When Kara finally began to doze and soft snores escaped her lips, Alex wrapped her arms around her front, burying her face between her sister’s shoulder blades.

She was warm in her arms, solid and real. Alex could feel every rise and fall in Kara’s chest, could hear the steady rhythm of her pulse beating against her forehead.

The girl of steel had always needed to appear unbreakable to everyone, but what people rarely thought about was how that so often extended even to Kara Danvers. After all, it would be Kara Danvers, not Supergirl, who would be turning up at CatCo in the next few days, pretending as though she’d been out getting the scoop of the century.

No one outside of her family knew what she’d been through, and so none of them would offer her the proper time she needed to heal.

And, as much as it hurt, Alex knew that by tomorrow, Kara would already be flying around National City again, reassuring the world that Supergirl was still there for them all.

But, in small moments like this, Kara could at least let her guard down. She didn’t need to be anyone’s saviour right then. She was Kara Danvers, Kara Zor El. And at the heart of it, she was still Alex’s little sister. No matter what happened, nothing would ever change that.

Maybe she couldn’t protect her sister from whatever tomorrow brought with it, but she could make damn sure that not a single nightmare touched her tonight.

That would have to be enough.  

[kuekyuuq]

“SailorKara”

Just read the words “sailor” and “Kara” in the same line...  Did a double-take and was severely disappointed that it was not about a Sailor Moon / Supergirl crossover...  But now my brain won’t shut up about it, bc Sailor Moon was my biggest first most passionate fandom. 

So, Sailor Krypton - yay or nay? 

[Fanart not mine! See watermarked credits by Todd Nauck!]

On one hand... Why? She already got superpowers! Can even fly! 

On the other hand... Her first supersuit fit the theme really well. So at least visually it would make sense (but no, don’t squeeze Kara’s golden locks into pigtails, pls. she already resembles a golden retriever enough as is). 

She also exceeds the general age-group (13-18′ish)... 

She does not necessarily react well to prettily colored gems / crystals... 

She has superspeed, so her henshin/transformation sequence would be a blink-and-you-miss-it kinda situation... 

She’s severely over-powered, several elements (heat vision=fire, ice breath= ice (d’uh), flight=wind?, strength=earth?...) and then some - her fights against big bads should be short. 

But then would she be still vulnerable to magic, if being a Senshi is by definition a kind of magic(al girl)?

She has no Sailor Team - unless we’d recruit Sailor Naltor and Sailor ...Mars, oh. Oh! No! I am referring to M’gann! Nobody needs to see J’onn in a mini-skirt XD

So.... nay? *sighs disappointedly* 

...this does remind me, however, that so many years ago I shipped Usagi with Rei. So, another blonde titular heroine and her raven haired best friend... Huh. I guess, some things never change?

But, really, anyone ever wrote a (Supercorp) crossover fic like that? Even a parody?

...how would one even go about making this Supercorp...? Is Lena her Tuxedo Mask? Or, Tuxedo... Kieran?*  ... ....omg, please! Lena in suits is already a thing!!!!! And thanks to The Continental we even now got Katie with a mask... (That last part may be the only part that somewhat makes sense in this whole pointless rant XD )

[* Tuxedo Kieran is both a play on the Japanese Tuxedo Kamen (lit. “mask”) and Lena’s second / middle name meaning, “dark one”, making the character as ambiguous as, well a mask would imply, I suppose? Or just as literal as ‘yepp, they are wearing a mask’ bc it also means “dark/black haired”.]

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last christmas (i gave you my heart)

Written for Day 4 - Food & Drink of 12 Days of Supercorp @supercorpbb

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Fifteen years on Earth and Kara still failed to understand human customs sometimes.

In her defence, some of them made very little sense.

Like, road traffic regulations? A mystery. (And even though Kara had a license –  had, in fact, fought very hard to get it in the first place and then keep it in many, many other occasions – she was secretly more than relieved that Supergirl didn’t have to abide by red lights.)

But, as much as she’d hated to learn them by heart, at least traffic followed rules. Actual, written, publicly available rules that, for the most part, evaded ambiguity.

The same could not be said for dating. And therein, unfortunately, lay the problem.

See, Kara’s intentions with the dinner invitation had been as pure as could be. (Which, considering it was Lena they were talking about, might translate to “not quite 100% pure” because, like, have you seen Lena? You didn’t invite someone like that over without secretly dreaming about maybe kissing her a little, platonically.)

So anyway, she’d invited Lena for dinner. And it happened to be Christmas, like, the evening they decided on. Because for one, Kara’d meant for Lena to meet Eliza for ages, and also the thought of Lena celebrating Christmas alone in her spacious and endlessly empty apartment made Kara’s stomach cramp into a nauseous lump.

Once issued, Kara hadn’t paid the invitation much thought beyond the routine “Does this dress make my boobs look flat and why do I care” worries that accompanied every meeting with Lena. Oh, and maybe she had been counting the days a little, but like, that was just what people did for Christmas. That was why advent calendars existed (an earthly custom Kara’d always been delighted about).

But in any case, preparations had run smoothly. It was only when the doorbell rang, at 6 pm on the dot just like Kara’d expected, that trouble started looming ahead.

Because Eliza reacted with a “This must be your girlfriend.”

Because Alex rolled her eyes and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like “you really should have told me.”

Most of all because Lena greeted Kara with a kiss on her cheek.

(To clarify: the kiss wasn’t the problem. In fact, it was so very much not the problem that it almost became the problem again, because Kara’s body responded so violently to the soft press of Lena’s lips to her skin that she all but forgot about the brief confusion as to why things were happening as they were happening. A grave mistake on her part, as it turned out.)

And then dinner was served. Kara felt vaguely aware that she was smiling maybe a tad too widely through the entrée and first toast (“to expanding our family” from Eliza, if Kara remembered correctly – she’d been distracted by Lena’s soft blush at the words), but since she couldn’t have stopped if she’d tried, she figured it was okay.

Besides, Eliza was beaming too, Lena’s lips were permanently curved into a little smirk that was one of Kara’s favourite expressions on her, and Alex…

Well, Alex was frowning, for the most part.

And in hindsight, that really should have been clue number two.

(Or three, considering that there were a million other second clues happening simultaneously. Like Eliza asking an endless string of questions, starting at “Where did you meet” and ranging up to “Who did ask whom out?” Like Lena finding Kara’s gaze and holding it while answering “depends on who you ask, I suppose” before Kara could ask if Eliza was talking about lunch or what. Like Lena’s foot brushing against hers under the table and then, instead of moving away, just staying there, lightly resting against Kara’s. Kara would like to plead that particular circumstance as an excuse for not catching on sooner.)

It took until dessert.

Dessert until Eliza’s bottomless well of seemingly arbitrary questions was exhausted and her eyes, which had been going back and forth between Kara and Lena with sparkling intrigue, settled on a sort of satisfied shine.

Dessert until Lena’s hand had moved from the table to the backrest of Kara’s chair and down to the small of Kara’s back, where it now rested with a casualness that made neurons in Kara’s brain short-circuit.

Dessert until Alex had finally had enough to drink to stop glaring and – much to Kara’s surprise and absolute horror – start sharing anecdotes about how “Kara’s always liked Lena” and how she “should have known this was coming”.

And, like, Kara’d been in a haze ever since Lena’s lips had connected with her cheek, but even she noticed that this was going somewhere in the direction of downhill. Fast.

Before she could protest, however, before she could sit up straight and avoid Lena’s eyes as she denied the truth in these stories, denied she’d ever thought about Lena like that, denied she’d ever woken up with the shadow of Lena’s name still on her tongue, Lena spoke up.

“I have to admit,” she said, her tone so calm that a treacherous hope somewhere in the back of Kara’s head sets fire to all her lies, “that unlike Alex, I was surprised to receive Kara’s invitation the other day. It’s quite the first step, as first steps go, but I am glad for it. It probably would have taken us years to get to this level of intimacy if we’d chosen the conventional way. In fact, who knows if we’d ever moved beyond the friend zone. I, for one, would have never dared to confess my feelings if I hadn’t been 100% sure that they were reciprocated. So,” she lifted her glass, and pinned Kara down with a stare that seemed to say everything at once, “here’s to the courage to grand gestures.”

And while Eliza and Alex toasted back, Kara’s world shattered.

(But like, in a good way.)

***

Sixteen years on Earth and Kara still fails to understand human customs sometimes.

Dating, for example. A mystery. Especially because there are no written rules to it, no actual guidelines that can be read up on if you for example aren’t sure whether celebrating Christmas together counts as a love confession.

(And even if a rule book does exist, dating seems to be a horribly ambiguous matter, in which you coucanld never be sure how the people around you understand or misunderstand your intentions. Or misunderstand them in a way that was already understanding them again. Or even understanding them so well that they can actively pretend misunderstanding them, only so you can understand them yourself.)

In other news, Lena invited Kara to dinner today. It is their first year anniversary.

It also happens to be Christmas.

[murdershegoat]

don’t want to leave it all behind

ok i’ve never really written in this style before but i wanted this in the world without writing a whole fic bc my brain hurts and i havent written anything in ages, so here you go:

kara doesn’t know what there is left for her to do. she misses lena with every fiber of who she is. she misses the way lena’s trust made her feel accomplished. the way that lena’s smile made her feel like she was ten feet tall. she misses the smell of lena’s perfume, the way her eyes sparkle in the sunlight high up in lcorp tower.

she misses lena. a lot. so she makes a list on how to make things right.

HOW TO MAKE THINGS BETTER WITH LENA LUTHOR

buy her a puppy??????

spin the earth around like clark did to go back in time and kill lex properly the first time.

apologise again

send flowers a lot

take on all the l-corp articles and visit her lots in her office for interviews

be honest and try to talk to her

confess your love NO

she decides on the catco plan. easy enough. all she has to do is sweet talk william.

two interviews the first week of The Plan. sure, follow up questions are usually sent via email but lena is an important contact and they need to maintain that easy access

is what kara tells andrea when she gets yelled at.

three interviews the week after that. lena starts looking less stern when kara shows up at her door.

and then only one time in week three. lena offers her a whiskey. progress.

a month in, and lena starts raising her eyebrow again, in that mirthful, playful way. the way that makes kara’s stomach flip.

she can tell lena wants to say something to her in week five. their interview has ended and kara is standing up to leave. maybe kara’s just projecting, but she swears there’s a look on lena’s face, like this isn’t enough. like she needs more.

‘so.. how have you been?’ kara asks. 

lena smiles. it’s small, but it’s a smile. ‘on the record, or...?

‘just a question from a-’ she hesitates. ‘from a friend.’

lena stiffens, just the slightest bit. her shoulders straighten, almost imperceptibly and she clenches her jaw. ‘i’m good, thank you.’

the next time kara goes in, she feels like she’s back at square one. lena is stiff and much too formal. kara hates it. she decides maybe she needs a new plan. flowers?? a puppy????

she knows what alex would say if she asked her. she settles on honesty. 

the interview ends. lena stands to show kara out.

‘i have some more questions,’ kara says, pulling a different notebook out of her purse. ‘oh?’ ‘this is for a more informal piece i’m doing,’ kara says. ‘perhaps we could move to the couch?’

lena looks like she wants to say no. but instead, she gestures to the couch.

it almost feels like it used to during the many moments they shared together, sitting on that damn white couch. but then kara opens her eyes and lena is sitting as far away from her as the couch allows. there’s a tension between them that was never there before. a tension that feels like it’s suffocating kara and make it impossible to live or breathe or anything.

‘so is this for like a column or something?’ lena asks. ‘did you finally get your own vertical?’ ‘something like that,’ kara says, averting her eyes. but then she decides that she can’t live like this anymore. she needs lena in her life. and lena deserves someone who is brave enough to look at her while they speak. but before she can speak--

‘i know what you’re doing, kara.’ ‘you do?’ ‘no journalist needs several in person interviews every single week. half of these stories have been page eight drivel.’ ‘i just... i needed to see you. i needed to talk to you. and i thought, if it was this way, if it was for work, you might be more inclined to let me into your life again.’ ‘things can’t go back to normal--’ ‘i know. but. i need things to just be.’

‘do you want the truth?’

i want you, is what kara wants to say. ‘always,’ is what she settles on.

‘every time i look at you... i miss who you used to be.’ ‘that’s not fair,’ kara says, her eyes already welling with tears, ‘i’m the same person i always was. i haven’t changed.’

‘let me rephrase,’ lena says softly. ‘i miss who i thought you were. supergirl... supergirl was always too good for me. she’s a goddess. she’s goodness personified. she’s literally powered by sunshine. and i was never going to be good enough for her. but kara danvers? she might’ve also been too good for me, but at least with her i felt like i had a fighting chance. you made me want to be better. like... like you are sunshine and you power me. i was willing to put in the work to be good enough for you. and now... it just reminds me that kara danvers is someone else i could never be with.’

lots of thoughts spin around kara’s head as lena’s words echo in the room. ‘be with’?????? what sort of be with????????????/ lena thinks she’s not good enough?????? lena, the kindest, best person kara knows????????????????? 

a long minute passes and neither of them says anything. but then kara turns and she faces lena. and she says,

'i think i miss that person too. not because supergirl is too good for you, because that’s just.... not true... but... i miss the way you used to look at me. it didnt feel quite as disappointed.'

‘i’m working on it,’ lena says. ‘on feeling like i’m worth enough.’

‘i think about you... i think about you all the time, lena. i think about you and my heart aches in this way that... it feels like my chest can barely contain it. i need... i want you in my life.’ ‘i want that, too.’ ‘but...’  ‘but,’ lena says softly, sadly, ‘it just hurts right now.’

kara nods solemnly, her heart breaking all over again. ‘i’ll leave then--’ ‘NO-’ lena cuts her off. ‘talking and-and feeling. it hurts. but i don’t want you to go.’

it lies unsaid between them -- i can’t watch you walk away again.

‘so we can’t talk... but neither of us wants me to leave... what do we do?’lena bites her lip.

an hour and a half later, the last potsticker remains alone in its box.

lena pointedly takes it

(kara had pointedly left the last one for lena.)

‘do you want to do this again? maybe thursday night?’ kara asks, seeming a lot braver than she feels. it’s the first words either of them have said in almost two hours. ‘it’s a date,’ lena says, even braver again.

and it may be small, but it’s a start, a tiny step on the road to things being good again. 

she believes in the goodness of lena luthor, and she believes in love, and so far neither thing has let her down.

everything will be okay. 

it has to be.