#questionablemcrals

If Artemis had had a cat, hissing wouldn’t be an entirely unusual sound to hear, but she didn’t, so immediately the archer grabbed a knife from her bag before seeing that it was Damien.

“… Oh. Do you mind telling me why the hell you’re hissing at me?”

Damian was many things, in life.  Violently (and annoyingly) protective of his family was one of them.  And then someone in the family began to date... Damian became increasingly protective of that person.

Nyssa: [ leans on ]

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Teeth nipped at Kara’s neck. Hard, enough to bruise a human. Hands roamed over warm skin, like fire beneath golden glow. Arousal and warmth in her own stomach, butterflies. More skin, more love and tender touches. More lips and soft gasps and moans-- she wanted more, more and more. Greedy, needing, wanting, aching.

Kara’s words stilled her mapping of the skin of Kara’s neck, the pulse points and the freckle behind Kara’s ear. The fingers tracing at the edge of Kara’s collar, slipping the cardigan away to reveal more warmth and goosebumps. It stopped, and Lena’s blood froze in her veins.

“I will eventually. My brother and my father ruined all their relationships. Why would you be different? Because you have something to hide? That didn’t work for Lex.”

 There was an edge to her voice, anger. Not directed at Kara but at herself, at her name and the tainted blood in her own body.

Too close, too close emotionally and physically. Too close to spilling the truth. “Kara, before this goes any further, I have to tell you something.” 

She pressed a kiss to the place she had just bitten. Begging for forgiveness through sex, how very Luthor. Sex was a weapon or a bargaining tool, according to her father  Or else it was simply a way to forget and ignore the pain, according to her brother. Never was it an act of love or intimacy. No matter how much she wished it be about love and affection, it never would be. Not for her. Not without work that required a very patient partner that she would never deserve nor obtain.

So she forced herself to pull away, to pull Kara’s cardigan back into place. Stared in the middle-distance to keep from looking at Kara’s face. Took time to adjust her own blouse and grab onto Kara’s hands. “I know. About you, and how amazing you are. How beautiful and strange and wondrous.” 

Fingers danced against her love’s cheekbone. “Lex spent time in Smallville. He grew up with a man that he loved, Clark Kent. Loved him obsessively, but then was too intrigued by his secret. He failed to see the humanity in Clark and it drove them apart. Lex would often get drunk and call me and yell about how strange his friend was. Rant and rave about carvings in caves and his car roof being peeled off.

“You came in here with Clark and I knew right away. But I promised myself that I wouldn’t push. That I wouldn’t become my brother, that I wouldn’t pry. I didn’t want to hurt you. But I will, eventually. I’ll find some way, on accident, to tear at your soul and rip out your heart. 

“I’m a Luthor, Kara. And Luthors and Supers never end well. There is no stuff of legends, only pain and hatred.” Lena was going to fall and stumble and sink into darkness, and even with strength and flight, how much patience would Kara have to help Lena rise out of the darkness? She had to make herself worthy of Supergirl. And beyond that she had to make herself worth of Kara Danvers. 

Hi darling, I absolutely do! I think you are looking for the category called “network page”, “family page”, “friends page”. I’m sure there are other words for this but generally these are what they are called. Some tags to check out are:

network page

family page (a lot of irrelevant posts in this tag to what you are looking for!)

Theme Hunter tag

Some themes that have a lot of room for writing I could see in the tags:

mint box by @fatalst

Page #14 -  Directory by @hunterthemes

character pages by fatalst  (several pages, really cool stuff!)

Padma Lakshmi (46) - Tamil Indian

Raveena Tandon (44) - Marathi Indian

Tabu (47) - Hyderabadi Indian

Sakina Jaffrey (56) - Punjabi and Kayastha indian

Madhuri Dixit (51) - Marathi Indian

“Y’teach mythology?” A small grunt of approval. The hissing, warning static in his mind lessened as he stopped thinking about the gaps, the blank chasm that was his mind. Somewhere from the depths, he could feel a ghost of paper and ink under his fingers. 

He didn’t dare push deeper a the memory-- even if he wanted to. Even if he wanted to give up this normal life. He knew the consequences. The static filling his mind, making him black out. This is your punishment. It will stop when you return. Well, whatever bastard had put that in place obviously wasn’t anyone he wanted in his life.

So he didn’t push, he didn’t let it bother him. The parade of people asking him to come home and work on getting his memory back. What if one of them had been the one to do it to him? 

"I'm getting a team together. We still need a theif- or a spy. Someone athletic, adept at getting past security systems. You fit that description, don't you?" 

Of course Nate had done his research. He knew who Black Widow was. Or enough of who she was to know she'd suit his purposes.