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FOREWORD INCOMING !!   accepting memes always!!    👀 if attractive   !!   from @araknida

" hear what out, you have good taste, you should find me attractive. beautiful women belong together. "

𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒   𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘   𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐎𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒.   How   easy   it   is   to   go   from   an   arched   back   and   a   rumbling   purr   to   a   flash   of   claws   and   a   feral   hiss   at   the   drop   of   a   hat.   She   was   no   stranger   to   an   investigative   journalist   poking   their   nose   where   it   didn't   belong,   but   this   one   had   been   particularly   stubborn.   The   brunette   was   showing   up   at   crime   scenes   faster   than   Metropolis   PD,   had   questioned   some   of   the   Cat's   fences   inside   city   limits,   and   had   come   uncomfortably   close   to   at   least   one   of   her   boltholes.

It   was   just   time   to   return   the   favor. 

Security   at   the   Daily   Planet   was   laughable.   The   security   guard   was   half   asleep   at   the   front   desk,   no   complex   locks   or   security   checks,   and   most   lights   off   for   the   night   except   the   handful   of   journalists   burning   midnight   oil.   They   didn't   even   look   up   as   she   slipped   into   the   cubicle   and   began   thumbing   through   the   papers   on   desk,   all   while   eying   the   closed   laptop.   Gloved   fingers   slipped   the   laptop   and   the   papers   into   the   metal   waste   basket,   drawers   opened   and   emptied   into   the   same.   A   little   lighter   fluid   was   poured   in   for   luck,   before   she   struck   a   pack   of   matches. 

❛❛   Forget   somethin',   sweetheart?   ❜❜

She's   grinning   underneath   her   domino   mask   as   she   dropped   the   lit   matches   into   the   basket,   flame   swallowing   up   everything   inside.

Sender: @araknida !! Prompt: ❛ do you have a death wish or something? ❜

a girls trip was very much needed after the day / week / month / year lucy had. and she was so excited to just . . . disconnect for the week. no work, no responsibilities just sunshine and sand and water as far as the eye could see. there was only one rule. there was no testosterone on this trip. no boys— or no men, whatever. same thing. they weren't bringing any of the guys in their lives, and they weren't supposed to talk to them either. that was going to be very hard for her, not to talk to tim. but this was for the best. they weren't together, she didn't have to talk to him. this was fine, everything was fine. and come on, it was a girls trip. just because they weren't bringing the boys didn't mean they weren't going to talk about the boys, because gossiping was one of the foundations of girlhood.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗬 ⵑ

hot breath fans against soft lips swollen from fervent kisses, the weight of her straddling slender hips stirring up kryptonian blood into a needful frenzy beneath farmer - tanned skin kissed by smallville sun. large hands sit at the curve of maggie’s waist, lifts his chin up to behold her, backlit by evening sun pouring in from the window of clark’s dorm room window & outlining her in glorious golden light. he laughs, almost unbelieving he gets to love her in this way.

❛❛   𝐀𝐌   𝐈   𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐏   𝐎𝐑   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆?   ❜❜    She's   gonna   need   more   than   just   this   margarita,   if   she's   gotta   talk   about   spiders.   But   another   sip   and   she's   carrying   on.   ❛❛   I've   always   had   a   preference   for   the   lady   Spiders,   they're   more   .   .   .   spirited.   Margaret   isn't   any   different.   She'd   be   cuter   if   she   minded   her   own   business,   of   course.   ❜❜

Kara trudged inside the warm, minimal apartment with a heavy head, data crystals creating a soft purple hue against the walls. The advanced Kryptonian nanotech that formed her suit adjusted with a few cross-body ripples, adjusting to indoor gear within a few seconds. And there she was — curled up on the sofa with a half dozen political theory glyph-sheets spread around, fast asleep. What a cutie. Maggie was going to argue that toxic Science Council into knots one day soon. A true hero.

She collapsed onto the bottom half of the sofa with a heavy enough thud to wake sleeping beauty up from her slumber, sleepy brain falling onto Mags' lap. ❛❛ Rise and shine, ❜❜ she grinned, blowing a lazy kiss. Kara untied her hair & stretched, sighing heavy enough to activate Astra with some energy-efficient suggestions. She silently demanded he stop. ❛❛ I'm slaughtered. Academically. Play with my hair, ❜❜ she commanded, turning onto her front with a nose pressed against Mags' thigh as if it was the most comfortable pillow in the world. ❛❛ And please order pizza. ❜❜