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Luthor squad BTS from mlevi_art’s IG

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KARA & LENA ⤷ First and last hug

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What if we start this all over but this time Katie plays the nerdy friend who helps Kara from the beginning?

Bonus: and she usually looks like this.

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Let me add uh, a little bit of spice to that.

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Just a Super and a Luthor being married happily ever after.

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“You have to hold on, alright?” Lena breathes her plea into the dusty silence. “We just got you back, and I-“

She chokes on it, the thought she’s been running from all these months.

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It should’ve been routine, a monster-of-the-week sort of thing. But the kyrinian rampaging along the shoreline is not only a full-grown adult, but hungry, and angry, and fully charged from the transformer it just drained.

It takes the full team and they take a beating- Kara most of all. She’s constantly in close, grappling, trading blows, struggling to corral it, to keep their fight from spilling onto the nearby beach where Alex and Kelly are working to clear the civilians.

There’s a roar and Lena’s gaze snaps up from where she has just set Brainy back on his feet. The kyrinian arches backward against Kara’s grip mid-air, flashes of energy crackling and sparking across its purple-scaled skin, the light building and roiling around their locked forms.

KRA-KOOOOM

Lena’s visor darkens automatically, saving her vision from the searing flare, but she still catches a flash of blue and red disappearing somewhere in the cluster of buildings on the distant end of the harbor.

Another roar pulls Lena’s attention back to the fight. A flick of her hand extends her gauntlets and Lena re-engages, following J’onns lead as he leaps back into the sky.

They make progress- the kyrinian is flagging, clearly having expended a critical amount of energy in the last blast- but Lena’s heart clenches with every second Kara doesn’t return to the fight, with every unanswered call of her name, Alex’s voice cracking in Lena’s ear.

The first chance she gets- the kyrinian grounded, Nia’s energy net holding it in place while J’onn focuses on subduing it mentally- Lena’s in the air again, Kara’s projected trajectory flashing across her helmet screen. She relays her intent to the team, hears Alex’s breathless “we’ll be right behind you” across the comms.

Spray kicking up in her wake, Lena crosses the harbor faster than she should, displays flashing red. She ignores the warnings, gaze focused beyond, searching, searching-

There.

A jagged hole in a buckled roof, the whole building askew.

Lena narrowly threads through the opening, damaged thrusters whining as she pushes the last ounce of barely-controlled speed out of them.

It’s a guided fall and she lands hard, wobbly, eyes adjusting in the sudden dark to lock on the still form in the center of the room: Kara, limbs askew, haloed in dusty light, looking every bit a fallen angel.

“Kara!”

Lena scrambles through the wreckage littering the warehouse floor, alerts pinging in her ear as the suit begins to shut down.

Lena slows as she gets close, taking in the beams crossing Kara’s form. She fights the blurry edges of a concussion to check the angles, calculate, and then uses the last of the suit’s reserves to shift the beams pinning Kara against the rough concrete.

Steel clangs to the floor and Lena braces herself over Kara, eyeing the rest of the structure for signs she had miscalculated and hastened a full collapse.

When it seems safe, Lena drops to her knees inside the halo of light, carefully moving aside smaller bits of debris, her breath catching as she fully reveals Kara: covered in dust, cape in tatters, face bruised and bleeding.

Kara coughs and it dissolves into a gasping, straining inhale that sends a spike of fear through Lena.

Gently- urgently- she guides Kara upright, cradling her head, resting Kara’s weight against her legs.

As they settle, Lena feels Kara’s hand bump against her arm, trailing up to rest on Lena’s shoulder.

A hopeful half-sob escapes Lena’s lips.

“Kara- Kara can you hear me?”

“Lena?” Kara’s voice is a whisper, nearly lost between the rasp of labored breaths.

“Yes,” Lena pulls Kara closer, mindful of the shredded steel and shards of wood surrounding them. “I’m here.”

Kara doesn’t respond and icy dread sluices through Lena’s chest. She frees a hand to tuck bloodied strands of blonde hair behind Kara’s ear. “Help is coming, you just need to stay awake a little longer, alright?”

Her eyelids flutter, but Kara remains silent, the only response the groaning of the building debris settling around them.

Lena casts her gaze to the sheared opening where light spills through, willing J’onn or Alex to appear. They’re coming- she knows they’re coming- but time seems to have shifted.

Has it been moments?

Minutes?

The pounding in her head keeps time to her heart, a driving pulse that adds heaviness to the precious weight in her arms with each strike.

Another cough shakes Kara’s form and Lena has never felt more powerless as she spots new flecks of red on pale skin. She adjusts her grip, careful to keep Kara upright, focused on each tenuous inhale, willing each breath to be followed by another.

This is the nightmare, the shadow Lena has not been able to shake, haunting her long past the initial betrayal, the hurt, her own missteps in the aftermath.

It’s not the first time she has seen Supergirl in dire scenarios: poisoned by Kryptonite, unconscious under sun lamps, laid out at the base of a skyscraper. And each time Lena worried and worked and did what she could to bring Supergirl back.

But even as those memories twang an invisible serrated wire within her heart, there is a certain amount of blessed distance.

She’s been careful- not to dwell on it too long. Not to examine too closely that paper-thin barrier between the memories of a hero (and the inherent, inevitable toll) and the shattering revelation of who, exactly, that hero is (has always been). Careful not to allow the old memories to absorb that new layer, that heart-wrenching context.

But this- somewhere deep and unacknowledged she has always known. This is the fear, what has driven so much of her work, her efforts over the last year. A desperation to protect, to never have to experience-

Kara. Bloodied, broken, fallen.

And herself, powerless to save her.

“You have to hold on, alright?” Lena breathes her plea into the dusty silence. “We just got you back, and I-“

She chokes on it, the thought she’s been running from all these months.

Instead she presses her forehead to Kara’s and thinks what she can’t speak aloud.

I can’t lose you again.

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It’s that time of the year again! Here’s my piece for Supercorp Zine vol. 4! 

This year I dipped my toes in a royalty au and had a blast developing all sorts of headcanons about the Kryptonian kingdom and its symbolism from heraldry to the color duality! I used Nightwing and Flamebird as a central theme, making them both phoenix-like birds rather than some sort of dragons. I hope you enjoy!

If you’re sad you missed out on the zine or you just want to see the other pieces featured in it, head on over to the zine’s tumblr @supercorpzine and/or twitter, where they will sharing the works as artists themselves do! You can also find previous years’ entries there, tagged accordingly.

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JODIE COMER as VILLANELLE  ⤷ killing eve ✗ 1x05

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we are the s a m e.

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Oh, Rao 😶🥵🥵

smile! _________________________________

View full NSFW post on Twitter or Pillowfort

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A bit of Supergirl suit design I made some time ago. Was trying to figure out something nice for a comic.

Dunno where I was going with the glowy eyes tho.

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dying

source: farfaraweysite

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and in the midst of so much mess, they are each other's tranquility.

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HEROÍNA DE AÇO- FANFIC SUPERCORP

Cap 1

꧁ 𝑷𝒓𝒐́𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒐 ꧂

Quando ela abre a porta do banheiro, a vê deitada de bruços na cama, nua. Um dos braços está acima da cabeça, o outro dobrado e debaixo do peito, com um dos seios pressionado sob. Os cabelos estão uma verdadeira confusão de nós e cachos negros como ébano- cobrindo metade de suas costas alvas e com várias pintinhas que ela recorda-se de passar muito tempo beijando e traçando uma linha imaginaria em cada uma.

Com passos calmos e silenciosos, ela se aproxima da cama. Puxando o lençol que está quase todo jogado no chão e o jogo sobre o corpo alvo descansando no colchão- testemunha de um momento intenso de amor entre ambas por muitas horas - ela tira uma das mechas grossas caída sobre a face da mulher, e com a ponta dos dedos ela acaricia o contorno de seus lábios e o desenho de seu nariz perfeitinho.

Um aperto se instala em seu coração, de maneira dolorosa e angustiante que a fez ter uma falta de ar. Ela aperta a mão em punho, e afasta-se repentinamente.

Em sua mente tudo que se passa é o medo, ela já amou uma vez e perdeu, não suportaria perdê-la também, e muito menos conseguiria viver longe dela apartir de agora.

Sirenes do lado de fora é que a trazem de volta para a realidade, o som se amplificando em seus ouvidos super sensíveis alertando-a de algum perigo.

Pegando o pequeno aparelho em cima do criado mudo, logo seu traje se materializou sob seu corpo. Ela andou pelo quarto a procura de uma caneta e papel, escrevi rapidamente um singelo bilhete antes de partir.

Parada sobre o parapeito da varanda que dava para seu quarto, a heroína olhou por sobre o ombro. Admirando a imagem feminina adormecida novamente, que provável havia se incomodado com os barulhos que ela fizera anteriormente pelo quarto, o que resultou na mudança da sua posição na cama, com o lençol na cintura e os cabelos para um único lado, seios expostos e uma carranca na testa.

Linda.

Essa foi a última imagem que ela guardou da morena antes de partir, sobrevoando a cidade atrás dos sons das viaturas.

꧁ ☯︎𖠌☮︎ ꧂

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*don’t make me choose between your heartbeat and your voice*