Jan 5, 2020
Nayun from Momoland
So, are we just not gonna talk about how Nayun survived a hiatus with MLD entertainment and didn’t get kicked out of the group? That’s what I call power right there.
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Nayun from Momoland
So, are we just not gonna talk about how Nayun survived a hiatus with MLD entertainment and didn’t get kicked out of the group? That’s what I call power right there.
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closed starter for one of my fave weirdos, @shespowerful
After running away from the League of Assassins, Sara had been bouncing around from one town to another, trying to find a place where they would never expect her to be. Starling City was out of the question, obviously---but she didn’t feel much for reuniting with her family anyway. Not with what she had become. National City didn’t disappoint so far. Rife with crime, but she had been biting the insides of her cheeks to ribbons to keep from intervening---at one point descriptions of her fighting style would surface, and the League would know. But as she passed by a dark alley -- always dark fucking alleys -- she saw someone just about to be murdered. And she could not let that happen.
“What the hell are you doing?” She kicked the fighter away, so that the man she’d been attacking fell like a bag of rattling, shambling bones to the floor. Sara left him to catch his breath as she cornered the fighter. “You almost murdered that guy!”
closed starter for @shespowerful the great!
Laurel let out a loud, frustrated grunt as she rushed through one more empty dark street of Star City. Tonight had been extremely exhausting. From too many petty criminals putting up a fight ( who the hell still fought back against a vigilante anyway? ) to Oliver blaming her for someone else’s messes — apparently, a woman dressed only in black beating up rapists screamed Black Canary to him. And the rest of the city. Which wasn’t good for her imagine. And if the brutal cases could be linked to the kills she had heard about at the precinct, Laurel really needed to find the one making her life a living hell ( and her night absolute torture ) and put an end to all this as soon as possible.
“I would advise you not to take one more step.” She announced as she spotted the silhouette she had been looking for — and had found thanks to Felicity’s indications. “You can’t keep going on like that, just beating up everyone, killing people even if you think they deserve it. This is not how it works.”
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Alex was hiding something from her. She wasn’t sure what, but it was painfully obvious, at least to Astra. There were too many times when Alex avoided her glance and her girlfriend was shying away from Astra’s touch too often for things to be ok. As hard as she thought, Astra couldn’t come up with a reason for it. After all, she hadn’t done anything. But it still felt like Alex wasn’t as into their relationship anymore. Left alone with these thoughts, they kept playing around and around in Astra’s mind. Finally, one night, she couldn’t take it any longer. “What did I do?” Astra asked suddenly, the words coming out forcefully. Her hands are shaking slightly as she waits for an answer.
SUPERGIRL STARTER FOR @shespowerful
Anya felt herself coming out of her stasis. Again. It seemed Lex Luthor was coming for a new round of tests. Or blood. Or any number of things. It was the only reason she was ever brought out of stasis, and the safety protocols left her weak and chained in whatever nearly primitive stasis pod the human had devised. But...it was primitive, so she had that going for her, at the very least. Because primitive meant she wasn’t in a deep stasis; it meant that she could hear and comprehend whatever it was she heard.
So when she blinked her eyes open this time to see the lamps that simulated Rao’s red sun were off. They were off and she could feel unusual strength flowing into her muscles. Flexing, the Kryptonian tested the thick bonds around her wrists, feeling them give, but not break. Grimacing slightly, she relaxed slightly, staring up at the ceiling as if it held the answer to her problems.
Then the voices permeated the fox around her head, and it took a moment to begin translating the language they were speaking. But it seemed they didn’t realize she was out of stasis. And they were definitely not Lex. Either one of them. They were both female and appeared to be arguing rather intensely about some...specimen 626.
Pausing again, the Kryptonian drew in a slow breath before flexing again, breaking the bonds around one wrist after several long seconds of straining. Then she paused for a long moment, looking down at her free arm, a metallic cuff still wrapped around her wrist. Snapping her elbow up, she slammed her elbow into the thick glass, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the surface.
But more importantly, it stopped the arguing she had heard as well.
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Normally Ira didn’t mind having a roommate. She and Rebekah got along great, in fact the other girl was probably her closest friend here. But sometimes it was difficult. Her own side of the room was very organized. If she hadn’t already been diagnosed with it, OCD kind of organized. Rebekah? Not so much. Usually it was fine. Ira could handle it. But it did make it hard to find her own things when she was searching for them and could only come up with Rebekah’s things. At the moment, she was trying to find one of her art history books. Those textbooks were usually so thick that it was strange that she couldn’t find it. Trying not to let herself get overwhelmed, she let out a shaky breath. “Rebekah, have you seen a book with the title Gateways to Art? It’s really large and has a Frida Kahlo picture on the cover? I was really hoping to start my reading early before we go to the dining hall.”
Shoutout to @shespowerful. Dylan quickly became one of my favorite writers on this site. Their grasp of their canon muses is second to none, making them able to create AUs that are a masterful blend of the traits that their muse displayed in canon and ones that would have appeared if they were exposed to these particular situations. I am forever in awe of their skill with a fade to black, they keep the emotions of before and after the encounter and it reads much like a masterful camera pan away.
@shespowerful Yup, I can say from experience that they’re great, 10/10 would follow.
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HOARSE “GOOD MORNING”S WHISPERED IN THE SOFT DAWN LIGHT, HANDS CLUMSILY FINDING EACH OTHER THROUGH THE HAZE OF SLEEP
The early morning light was something that never bothered the blonde in her own room where she had the windows covered with blackout curtains; that night she was staying with Lexa and as soon as the first rays of light entered the room she started to stir a bit. She was awake but no enough to really function or get out of bed. Instead, she found herself moving closer to her girlfriend her hand moving under the comforter until she eventually found Lexa’s and laced her fingers together. “Good morning...” She mumbled groggily in the other’s ear as she nuzzled her face against her neck and finally rested against the crook of it. Her eyes slipped closed again - she was content and more sleep sounded nice.