#Kara Thread

[morethanweseem]

"Well, technically, you're not a king."

@voluntadfuerte from here

"Well, technically, I am since my father past away. Or is it not how it works on Earth?" His father's death was definitely hard on him, still at times. but he wasn't going to let Kara get away with her comment.

"Even when you do inherit an office, which is stupid by the way, it's not automatic. There's bureaucracy and government. Like other Daxam survivors aren't like sworn to you." That would be insane. He was Mon-El. He liked chicken wings and beer. She did too, but she wasn't a queen.

[morethanweseem]

Wavering on the couch as the last of the fire left her, she slouched back, panting. Trembling hands slid up to push the helmet away, dropping the chunk of metal onto the couch beside her. Turning her head to look at Winn, she feigned a smile, ignoring his words about not getting rid of her powers.

"Did you say pot stickers?" She pushed a hand through her hair. Putting both hands on the helmet, she shoved it off of the couch. It clunked heavily on the rug covered floor, showing its weight.

"Kara." Winn set the food on the counter before he took another step forward. He knew better than to scare her or even walk up and touch her. The best he could do was hope that his presence was calming enough that when she was ready she could turn to him. "The longer you wait the colder the pot stickers are going to get." He hoped that would help, if not he was running out of ideas. "We can eat food and watch trash TV and you can feel normal that you. You don't have to burn out your powers."

[thatonebirdwrites]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51626497/chapters/170039260

I finally finished this chapter. There's only three left of this fic, and then this behemoth is DONE. Whew. I wish I wasn't so sick so this could go a bit faster...

EXCERPT:

KARA-Z

The explosion rips through the cavern, the pillar of metal and energy torn apart. Parts of its exterior still clutched in her hands, Kara is thrown backward, into the wall. She crashes through it and falls into a different, quieter chamber. The ground shakes beneath her. Groans and cracks echo in the caverns, and stalactites crash to the ground. With her superspeed, she smashes her way from the crumbling chambers, dashes down the falling corridor, and sights a crevice in the rock above her. With a burst of speed, she flies into it, her suit ripped by jagged rocks.

Up and up she speeds, until she smashes through a rock wall and zips into the ocean. Salt water presses around her, but she swims for the surface, her limbs a blur, her eyes stinging. Her lungs ache for breath.

She shoots into the air. Water cascades off her suit and body. Higher and higher she flies until ice crystals form. She spins and ice and water fly off her body as it dries. Below her the ocean churns with energy.

A discordant sound rings through the air, the violet light crackling and spitting at its broken edges. In the distance, farther out to sea, she sees a pillar of violet. She speeds through the air, circling the Earth in its upper atmosphere, and she counts seven pillars. Most thin and perhaps  easily destroyed, but the one that pours out the highest concentrations of energy — the light thick like a Sequoia tree — emits from a massive stone in Ireland. 

Lena, Kara-Z thinks. She slams into the ground near the pillar, the ground cracking at her feet. Energy wafts off the stone, and it sickens her. Her emotions flare, her vision swims with dots, and she backs away, gasping for air as if caught underwater. She stumbles and pushes her way through a rocky field, sloshes through a creek, until she drops to the ground at the edge of the massive energy field. Her fingers dig into the dirt, and anger pulses through her body. She can’t think, her anger, the squeals of energy, the rippling violet sky — it all scrambles her senses, her thoughts disorderly, but one sound peaks through the turmoil.

A clear consonant harmony, one full of love and gentleness wraps itself boldly around her spirit. It tugs her to the west, and with a disorienting jerk, she’s catapulted from her body and to a glowing circle of magic by National City’s harbor. Lena glows with gold energy, Nia at her side with hints of blue in her hands, and a shimmering gold-violet overlaps Kara’s body, like a not quite snug glove.

All her focus turns to Lena, her love, the one light shining through her pain and discombobulation.

Lena, her eyes still closed, finishes her chant, and gold energy pulses so bright it blinds. Waves course through Kara, and saturates the ground and air. A tentative hope pulses in time with the harmonious ring of Lena’s magic, and above them, the sky burns a bright blue, the edges of the horizon jagged shards of violet. She reaches out to brush her fingers against Lena’s cheek.

Lena opens her eyes and turns to her, her expression inscrutable, but her eyes sear with an intensity that burns away the vestiges of Kara’s disorientation.

“Lena,” Kara says her name as a prayer. She doesn’t know how long she has before this moment ends, before she’s catapulted away, before the anger returns and devours her thoughts. “Lena, I destroyed a pillar. More exist, but their energy converge on Ireland. The fourth treasure of those Tuatha people. I can’t breach its field.” She thinks of the other pillars of violet light, how they are fainter but all interconnected. Words to describe the map in her head won’t form, and she clenches her fists frustrated.

Lena reaches toward her, and her fingers brush against Kara’s shoulder and pass through the shadow-y form that shimmers out-of-sync with Kara’s own body. A gorgeous wrinkle between Lena’s eyebrows forms. Kara wants to smooth it away with her thumb. Her shadow doesn’t move with her, and coldness slaps Kara. She turns to see a mirror image of herself, half inside her own body. 

Red Daughter. Anger, fear, and worry collide in a nexus of complexity that freezes her movements. Her clone who had saved her life, given her the power to stop Lex, but who had also killed her and threatened all she loved.

[morethanweseem]

Hesitating, Kara pulled off her glasses and scanned the room. The men in the masks were carrying some kind of big weapon, judging by the hole they'd made in the wall of the building it was some kind of little bazooka. With three of them looming through the room, it would be difficult to get anyone out without setting off a disastrous chain of events. "We have to stop them first."

Open Starter || Steve Rogers

"We need to get these people out." Steve spoke as he kept his body pressed up against the wall, formulating a plan to evacuate the area without anyone else getting hurt. "That includes you, it isn't safe for you to stay here."

[oflotusandjasmine]

closed starter — safiye & ayla

"I've always loved playing with your hair." Dark eyes glanced towards the mirror, and she smiled at her niece's reflection. Her movements were slow, gentle, as she brushed out Ayla's dark locks. "And how you indulge me in my doing so," she joked warmly, placing her hand on her shoulder so she could rub her thumb against it. As she resumed brushing her hair, her features slowly became more somber. "Is... everything alright, Ayla? How are you liking your match?"

location: ayla's quarters, the kara estate

when: april 1813

who: @whispercd

[xaveryxmoore]

Continued from (x)

"Alright, I'm sorry, I didn't realize I dropped it," Shit, he really was an idiot wasn't he? he neded to be more careful with the journals, God know what could happene if it feel on the wrong hands," Thank you for finding it, it's very important to me," he pauses as she goes on, what a great way to make himself seem shady.

"Oh no, it's not that, I'm huh--writting a book. Those are some ideas, and I don't want anyone to steal them from me, ya know?" he lied, the writter cover up would come in handy ,he could play the role, like a Stephen King book where the writer is isolated trying to come up with the next big hit, only isntead of a haunted hotel he had--one weird ass town full of supernaturals...

@ravensrevcnge

[morethanweseem]

@patrickoharaandco

Kara was so excited. A summer in Metropolis, the most time Kal had ever invited her to spend with him. He was always so busy being a hero and a journalist. He'd invited her to be an intern at the paper for the summer. She wasn't sure if that was going to be fun, but she was excited to tell him stories of before, of Krypton. And maybe she'd get to help him as 'Superman'. Somehow.

When she got to his apartment, she was almost bouncing with excitement. "Ka -- Clark!" She knocked on the door, calling out for him. But the person who answered the door wasn't Clark. It was a man she'd only seen on the TV. Lex Luthor. "Oh. I'm sorry. I thought--" She looked around the hallway, unsure.

[gcdfvcked]

cont'd from here for @superlustersnew52 !

"look at you two making a good team already," lena noted, smiling as she watched the two blondes undressing each other. it wasn't a surprise given how well she and the other lena worked together, professionally and otherwise, but it was still amusing. it would make sense for both karas to want the same thing, too, and after making out with each other a bit, that want seemed to be centered around the pair of nice, big cocks they'd know were hidden away in the brunettes' slacks. "kara, if you want to keep kissing kara, don't let me interrupt," lena teased, already unzipping herself as she stepped up to the pair. "i might want to get in the way just a little, though…" she smirked lightly as she freed the heavy length of her cock to rest it on kara's face, then urged the other back down, encouraging the two blondes to make out with the sensitive tip of her cock together. only then did lena indulge in a handful of one kara's breast, then the other kara, groaning in approval as she groped and massaged, teasing stiffening peaks. "mhm… i think this superslut's tits would definitely bounce more when she's bouncing on our cocks…"

"same for this one's ass," lena chuckled, giving the other blonde's cheeks a light spank. "you might need to adjust your uniform for this thicker peach of yours, kara." with the two blondes already topless, lena took it on herself to start tugging down kara's pants. true to her comment, it wasn't easy going, but with some effort she soon got kara's ass naked and free, uniform pants joining the supersuit pile beside them. a groan of approval quickly followed as she gripped and spread kara's cheeks to show off her holes for herself. "honestly, i never thought it would be possible for supergirl's ass to look even more fuckable…" one thing at a time, though. lena stepped on the other side of the pair, no less shy about freeing her own cock from her slacks. she smirked in turn as she tipped her thick shaft between the two karas' busy twin mouths, cock tip-to-tip with the other lena's—the scientist in her appreciated a little symmetry, after all. "you're both still just as hungry for your daddies' cocks as one kara was before, aren't you? want to show us?"

[morethanweseem]

"Mon." She cut him off. Ducking her head, she reached out and took his hand in hers. She'd been so hurt and so heartbroken when he had to go. And now he was here. "How about we go back to my place. To talk." She didn't feel like pouring her heart out in front of anyone else but she needed him to know. That she still loved him, that she was so happy he was here.

It's difficult for him to hold eye contact when he feels the way that he does, honestly. Unfortunately, there was too much getting in the way of a romantically inclined reunion. . . Right? That is what he tells himself repeatedly. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to get his hopes up only to have them crushed. "There's pizza, definitely not as good, but there is pizza." He tells her. "Kara - - -."

[honeybuckin]

she   thought   for   a   moment.   pretty   brown   eyes   staring   up   in   the   sky   for   an   answer.   however,   before   she   could   even   say   something,   he   brought   up   other   men.   a   big   no-no   in   her   dating   life.   “ you   shouldn't   be   focused   on   other   men   ...   i'm   not   asking   them   to   show   more   interest   in   me. ”   she   sasses   in   this   delicate   tone.   “ what   you   could   do,   though   ...   get   a   girl   some   flowers   or   doves   or   —   i   don't   know?   tell   me   how   you   really   feel. ”   |   @godsforlorn   [ . . . ]   continued   from.

[edgecfeden]

cont'd from here for @superlustersnew52 !

there were plenty of positions kara enjoyed tying diana up in, the golden lasso keeping her bound fucktoy honest while she used her, but few could match this one, she'd found. diana was completely naked, hands tied above her head, her body fully available for the kryponian's pleasure. kara had her cape and half her suit on from keeping up her own appearances as this meager earth's supergirl, but she was naked from the waist down as she circled the tied-up amazon like a wolf stalking prey. with the massive length of her cock hanging heavy between her thighs, she knew diana likely wouldn't be able to tear her gaze from the object of her obsession.

kara smirked as she smacked the brunette's ass just to watch it shake, listening to diana's unbidden begging. "and yet, you still won't give up that cute tiara," kara purred, only half teasing. "we both know wonder whore is already a broken slut for kryptonian cock, constantly craving a taste… i don't know why you still pretend to be this other wonder woman character, always going out and saving the day." the blonde stepped in front of diana, cupping her chin with an arch of her brow. "you love being my filthy little wonder whore, don't you, diana? you know that's your real self."

[safirefire]

im still in the middle of Medical Apartheid and Cobalt Red just came off hold but then I remembered that All This Twisted Glory (This Woven Kingdom #3) comes out next week on Feb 6th and now I’m re-reading the first two because I loved them so much they really hit my need for a fantasy with an interesting plot plus a good romance and it’s by the same author who wrote Shatter Me so if you liked that series I highly recommend it because the main character is so Juliette coded and the writing is so beautiful with funny and quippy dialogue but their speech pattern is Victorian so it’s like a Cinderella/regency romance in a Persian inspired setting with djinn and magic so anyway this is about to be a Tahereh Mafi account for the next two weeks

but also I feel a little bit like

[loveisxpromise]

@amarvelousmencgerie cont from here x.

The Doctor's brown eyes followed her gaze to her hands, then back to meet her eyes. "Yes, it does." He nodded slowly, his voice soft. It was his fault that there was no one left. He was the only one who could end the Time War that ravaged the Universe between his people and the Daleks.

"I'm the Doctor," He said after a few moments of silence. "And I'm going to get us out of this."

[orphanedshadow]

Continued from X:

orphanedshadow asked:

I know you can not eat, but I have always wondered why you do not bite people. Some of them really need it, and you could escape so easily once you were done.

@helltechnicality

" why on earth would i bite someone? not only is it terribly unhygienic but animalistic. to get to such a point would mean i have devolved beyond thought and reason. there are plenty methods for fighting that do not require me to take a bite out of someone. " that and he knew intimately what it was like to be gnawed upon and would not subject someone else to that.

"Apart from it being incredibly satisfying and effective? As well as unexpected enough to provide you with an opening? There are more reasons to bite than not to."

His argument did get a little bit of an eye-roll, it seemed so...mundane. "Why would hygiene matter to a ghost? The purpose of that entire exercise is to keep oneself from becoming ill. You can not die, nor become ill, ipso facto, there is no reason to be concerned with the various ailments that can come about from biting someone."

[morethanweseem]

Tag drop. Have a gifL

[storminmyveins-archived]

𝐺𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 @unitcd ft. Conrad Fisher

𝐻𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝘩𝑒'𝑠 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡. Dressed comfortable ; t-shirt and shorts it's meant to be a fun day at the Boardwalk so there's no reason to really over-do it. And yet he still feels like he's not doing enough.

Conrad is waiting for her outside of the entrance like they agreed and he's early ; it gives him time to pace, time to take a few breaths and get it together. He's dated before, but with Kara it's different.

The connection is electric. That is the best way to describe it.

Con made sure he had enough money for tickets, tokens and food. Casually he wonders if he shouldn't have made this a double date thing, bring Jere along but he didn't want his brother to come along and tell any embarrassing stories. That's for later, much later. Never would be better. The stories, not the including Jeremiah part.

He doesn't want to come off as impatient, but nerves have him looking at his watch and he's rocking on his feet, and then putting his hands in his pocket.