Hi hello Easter! I would pose: Have you ever actually remembered one of those 3am âIâll remember it in the morningâ ideas? If it sparks joy!
hi & hello to @vox-ex as well because you two sent this one practically at the same time!
29: Have you ever actually remembered one of those 3am âIâll remember it in the morningâ ideas?
iâm not sure i can answer this correctly because if i didnât remember then how would i know? but i actually do have an anecdote of a comparable situation. picture this: itâs your namesake holiday and youâve somehow managed to perfectly time the progress on your latest chapter, to the point where you have just ONE last (short-ish, simple-ish) scene to wrap up (Kara masturbating) and then you can publish to ao3! except to get there youâve been spending every free moment writing like a maniac, and your head really doesnât deal well with that for extended periods of time, so it lobs you a surprise migraine with all the fixins (the women in my family enjoy the classic kind so we 1. go half blind, 2. have olfactory hallucinations, 3. lose sensation in our hands and tongues and 4. sometimes develop aphasia), which, while all of these symptoms are extremely temporary, is really deeply inconvenient, especially when trying to finish writing that one scene, especially when theyâre usually followed up by a headache so bad it makes you want to die. so youâre curled up at the foot of your bed, late afternoon, curtains drawn against the piercing spring sunlight, hurts to move, hurts to think, but you keep repeating the same couple of paragraphs in your sore, addled mind DESPERATELY trying not to forget the phrasing you just invented and GUESS WHAT. you end up having to do that for a straight forty-five minutes until the painkiller finally takes enough of the edge off & you're able to reach for your phone & peer with one eye at the screen while punching in the words and friend. that paragraph turns out to be 5x as long & SO MUCH BETTER than it originally started as.
iâve joked to my wife that she should tie me to the bed sometime when iâm working on my second draft so i have no choice but to use this method again. i think it would unlock true brilliance.
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tagged by @vox-ex and @luciantlux for this meme so im gonna do it instead of write fic pls thx
favorite cold drink: this isn't the only favorite cold drink i have but these questions do not have one winner. anyway i love a gatorade cool blue i cannot help it i think it's the best one
favourite hot drink: i don't drink coffee or tea unless socially but in the fall/winter time i enjoy myself an apple cider so perhaps that
favourite sweet: im a basic bitch and love chocolate; right now i am really into sponge candy
favourite actor: idk if i have a favorite considering how criminally bad i am at watching things but also im more into characters than the actors themselves but i thoroughly enjoy watching sandra bullock on my screen so let's go with her
favourite singer: whoever the kpop girl is who sings for rumi in kpdh
favourite movie at the moment: lmao i am such a basic girl atm but kpdh and we're gonna watch a singalong this weekend
favourite song at the moment: gabriela by katseye (but also the entire kpdh soundtrack i am getting ready for the singalong movie ok)
favourite video game at the moment: lol i am playing screw sort 3d on my phone does that count?
favourite season: im a fall/spring gal even though it's so fucking hard to dress for these seasons because they transition in and out of hot and cold. although i will say that i will pick a whole entire season of crisp morning air
favourite flower: sunflowers (i am basic upon basic) but i really like cone flowers as well they look like UFOs and i love that for them
favourite scent: fresh laundry and there's this one perfume that makes the rounds in the trains sometimes or on the streets from women who wear it because it has a sweet lingering scent but not cloyingly sweet and it's nice to get a waft of it every now and again
uh not sure who else has done these but i will give it a try to no pressure tags these folks: @casualkoalatea @rustingcat @lovesastateofmind1 @kimmania-sg @obliviouskara and ofc anybody else who wants to play along
Hi there!! Curious about 38, 33 (you pick the fic), and/or 3 if you are up for sharing :)
Hi! Thank you so much for the ask (and sorry for my slow reply!)
3. What was the last thing you looked up for a fic?
Towns along Argentinaâs east coast, I think? Iâve only been dabbling recently so havenât gone down any really deep research rabbit holes of late.
33. What is your favorite line from *insert fic name here*?
Since you left the fic choice open and I havenât revisited anything Iâve actually shared for a while, Iâm going to cheat and offer a line from something unpublished (and unfinished/very short, because I am indecisive and this limits how many lines I have to choose from):
âThe earpiece shatters with surprising ease beneath the point of Lenaâs shoe â one quick crunch of delicate electronics, and itâs over (and over, and over, and over again in the most vivid of her nightmares).â
38. Fic idea you're most excited to get to?
I have a rift era fic exploring non nocere and Lenaâs various relationships that Iâd really like to write more of, and a Sam-centric re-imagining of the early days of Reign that I think could be a lot of fun if I can make it work.
My vote would be for either 16 or 47 with Kara and Lena. You know Iâm always up for some heavy feels and well written angst.
I'm trying to cheer you up+youâre not making any sense
Sometimes, when the world gets too loud and her heart feels too raw and thereâs a bitter taste in her mouth (a taste sheâs not quite able to overpower with any sweet, not ice cream, not Elizaâs chocolate pecan pie, not even the sticky buns she loves so much from Noonanâs), Kara slumps into herself, wrapped in her favorite blanket, and finds herself staring blankly her ceiling for hours.
It doesnât happen often, not really. Alex likes to call it âKaraâs Day Offâ and Eliza has always assured her itâs normal, necessary even. Karaâs sure that if she was brave enough, if she could find the words to describe what she was feeling, Kelly would have some very reasonable explanation.Â
You know, Kara imagines Kelly saying, Kryptonian and human psychology, as far Iâve seen, arenât so different.Â
She shifts in bed, turning from her back onto her side, and stares out the window. A part of her thrums with irritationâat what, sheâs not quite sureâand she tugs her hand out of her blanket cocoon, staring at it with narrowed eyes.Â
Odd, that her hand is capable of so much. Strange, that she can do so much with it and feel so utterly...useless. Small.
Insignificant.Â
Sometimes, when her bones ache from the stress of carrying her entire world on her shouldersâkeeping Krypton alive with each laborious breath, each painstaking stepâand the pressure on her chest makes her feel like sheâs back in that pod, floating aimlessly in space, Kara wonders if she was the right one.
The right one to survive, the right one to carry this load, the right one to live when so many others never even got a warning their life was in danger.Â
As her thoughts grow darker, she burrows further into her fort of blankets, wincing at every sound, the notion of responding to any of the calls or texts sheâs ignored feeling grating.Â
Sheâs on edge, sheâs feeling too much, rubbed raw and aching with every single beat of her heart, closing her eyes and dropping her hand onto her bed as sheâs utterly overwhelmed.
Thatâs how Lena finds her, hours laterâsun long set, Karaâs focus shifting from the last rays of golden sunshine peeking through clouds to the twinkle of the city lights as night falls.Â
âHi, love,â Lena says softly, approaching the bed but not touching Kara. Itâs fair, she supposes. When Lena had left for work in the morning, Kara had just said she didnât feel well, planned to stay home, wouldnât meet Lena for their lunch.Â
(Lena hasnât dealt with this before, not yet, despite the fact theyâve been together for six months. Karaâs been on a veritable high lately, elated that Lena feels the same way about her as Kara feels for Lena, ecstatic that Lena had been willing to give them a chance.Â
And before, when they were just friends, Kara had never turned to Lena for help, had never wanted Lena to see her like thisâembarrassed even now at her own weakness.)Â
Kara hums in greeting, but she doesnât speak, she doesnât turn. Sheâs not quite sure how to explain that words are hard when sheâs like this. That itâs too much, that she feels like sheâs drowning, that using her voice saps energy she just doesnât have.Â
Thereâs silence for so long that Kara thinks Lena has left, but then she feels the bed dip, feels Lenaâs warmth, can smell her girlfriendâs perfume, the last vestiges of whatever experiment sheâd been working on in the labs today, the faint aroma of her dinner with a board member lingering on her clothes.Â
Several seconds pass, and Kara feels Lena shift, still not touching herâstill obviously unsure if Kara would want that.Â
âWhat do you call an old snowman?â Lena asks after a beat, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she knows how grating noise is on Karaâs ears at the moment. She waits, just a few moments, then offers the punchline. âWater.âÂ
Kara tears her eyes away from the lights of the city, turns to her other side, now facing Lena. Sheâs laying on her back, hands settled on her stomach, legs crossed at the ankle. Sheâs not looking at Kara at all, but at the ceiling.Â
âWhat?â Kara says, voice hoarse from disuse.Â
âWhy are ghosts such bad liars?â Lena asks in response, turning her head to look at Kara. Her eyes crinkle at the corners, her lips curl into a soft smile. âYou can see right through them,â she finishes, eyes roving carefully over Karaâs face.
âYouâre not making any sense,â Kara mumbles, but she finds herself glad Lenaâs not asking her whatâs wrong. That sheâs not trying to push Kara to talk, that sheâs here and warm and looking at Kara like thereâs absolutely nothing wrong with her.Â
âIâm trying to cheer you up,â Lena explains, though the glint in Lenaâs eyes suggests that she knows better than to try to just âcheerâ someone out of this. âWhat about another one? Why do artists constantly feel cold?â She shifts, touching Kara for the first time, gently brushing her hair out of her face. âTheyâre surrounded by drafts.âÂ
âIâm sad,â Kara tells her, an explanation she realizes that Lena doesnât need. She wants to say more, but sheâs too deep in it right now, feeling too bare and vulnerable, and she figures the real explanationâa longer talk, maybeâhas to wait for another time. But for now, she hopes the Iâm sad manages to convey all the things sheâs yet unable to say.Â
Lena shifts again, this time to her side, the hand that brushed hair out of Karaâs face now rubbing a soothing pattern into her temple. The softness of itâthe gentle touch and the understanding eyesânearly brings Kara to tears. âItâs okay to be sad, love,â Lena says softly, and that does it.
Karaâs vision blurs, several tears roll down her cheeks.Â
As if this was what Lena had been waiting for, she pulls Kara into an embrace, one hand scratching gently at the base of Karaâs skull, the other rubbing circles into her back. âWill you stay?â Kara asks, voice muffled as she presses her face into Lenaâs neck, her own hands gripping onto Lenaâs collar, for once not thinking about accidentally ruining her girlfriendâs expensive clothes.Â
âThereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be,â Lena tells her, pressing a kiss into Karaâs hair.
(Sometimes, when her eyes burn and her arms feel too weak to continue fending off all her demons, when sheâs scared to face even her own dreams, she finds strength in those she loves.
And here now, clutching Lena to her and allowing the tears to come, Kara feels impossibly strong.)Â Â
Hi there!....I couldn't pass this up for sure, my pick would be number 8, âI donât know how you get yourself into these situations.â but really I'd love to see you do any of these :)
(holy crap how long has this ask been here I'm so sorry)
For @vox-ex, a probably VERY delayed response!
âI really donât understand how you get yourself into these situations,ââ Lena mutters around the knife clasped in her teeth as she uses both hands to tug at the waterlogged netting. Satisfied that itâs far enough away from Karaâs skin, she begins hacking at it.
âWhat was I supposed to do, just let them fish there?â Kara asks, standing semi-meekly in a puddle of seawater on Lena's italian marble floor.
Lena grunts as she manages to saw through one of the ropes. âNo, just⌠how?"
Kara flushes crimson. âI was dropping off a friend.â
âA friend,â Lena repeats flatly. âIn the middle of the Pacific?â
âYes.â
âDid this friend have gills, perchance?â
â... maybe.â
âKara,â Lena laughs, shaking her head. âWeâve talked about this.â
âI know, but I just⌠she needed help. And the DEO-â
â-isnât what you thought,â Lena murmurs, eyes sympathetic. âI know.â
âAnyways, I was like, so close, too- Iâd already gotten her where she needed to be, and I was on my way back-, then I heard a dolphin, and it was clearly hurting, so I went down, and he was tangled in a bunch of netting- illegal netting! And it wasnât just him, a few other dolphins were too.â
Lenaâs eyes flash. âDid you see the boats? What company they worked for?â
âOh, I saw the boats,â Kara grumbles. âMy friend Arthur took care of them, though.â
âArthurâŚ?â
âOh! Um⌠Aquaman?â
Lena snorts. âJesus. Of course, why would you not know Aquaman?â At Karaâs pout, she continues her careful sawing. âAlright, sorry, continue.â
âAnyways, Iâd already been up for a long time, and I was like, really pushing my powers to the limit on that trip out there. And then there were all the dolphins, and I was holding my breath a bunch and having to swim pretty deep- by the way, it like, royally sucks, being that deep underwater. There is no light, at all. And it sounds weird, and itâs-â She cuts off, shuddering slightly. âI dunno. The ocean is beautiful and amazing and must be protected, but it freaks me the heck out."
"That's fair, it's not my favorite either. So, the net?"
"Right! So turns out, I like, sapped my powers doing all the ocean rescuing, and I got my foot caught and I struggled a bunch and sorta kinda almost drownedâŚ"
"Kara!" Lena yells, slapping at Kara's legs through the netting.
"Hey, I am weak right now, woman! That means no hitting!"
"Sorry, I'll hit you when you feel better."
"... thanks, I guess? Anyways, obviously I'm fine, Ar-Aquaman saved me. Even brought me back here! He's a nice dude."
"If your friend rescued you and dropped you off, why are you still wrapped up in a fishing net?"
"..."
"Kara?"
"Okay, so he's not that nice: he said he thought it'd be funny."
Lena snorts, grinning victoriously as she finally cuts the last bit of the net free, moving to her feet just in time to catch Kara as she staggers forward. "Hey there, Supergirl, take it easy."
"'m tired," Kara murmurs, soaked to the bone and shivering in Lena's firm embrace. "And cold."
Lena tucks a lank lock of hair behind her ear and presses a kiss to her forehead. "Okay. How about the world's hottest bath to warm up and scrub the ocean off of you, and then bed?"
Kara hums in agreement, stumbling a bit as Lena half-carries her off to the en suite, leaving the very heavy fishing net on the kitchen floor to worry about later.
Lena starts the hot water running in her ridiculous, amazing pool/tub before they work together to strip Kara out of her suit (and with as clingy as the material is when it's not soaking wet, that's no mean feat). Finally free of her suit, Kara trips her way into the tub, and when Lena moves to pick up the shopping wet cape, she pouts and makes grabby hands at her. "Please?"
Lena shakes her head, chuckling at her utter inability to say no to Kara ever, before stripping out of her own clothes and lowering herself into the scalding hot water.
"Mmmm," Kara hums happily, wrapping Lena up with arms and legs. "Much better."
"I'm gonna boil alive in here," Lena laughs, dropping her head back onto Kara's shoulder. "This is how I die- turned into soup in my own bathtub."
Kara giggles, nosing at Lena's neck. "My favorite soup." Lena can feel the smile that spreads across Kara's face. "Makes sense, since you're already my favorite thing to ea-"
"No," Lena says firmly (though it's undercut by her smile), clapping a wet hand over Kara's mouth and sloshing some water over the side of the tub. Kara's eyes are squinty and twinkly as Lena feels a trail of wet heat across her palm. She recoils on instinct. "Did you just lick me?"
Kara shrugs with a devilish smile. "You usually respond better when I lick you."
"Oh god," Lena laughs. "You know, I got in here to help you feel better but I think all you wanted was to make terrible sex jokes."
"And for you to be naked," Kara corrects. "That part was very important to me, and it is definitely making me feel better."
"You're a scoundrel," Lena tells her, dropping a quick kiss to her lips before settling down again.Â
"I know. Don't tell anyone else, though. I have an image to maintain."
"Noted."
It's quiet for a bit as they just take break, soaking (or boiling) and enjoying each other's company before finally, Lena speaks.Â
"I can't believe Aquaman's real name is Arthur," she mutters. "Just... what a nerdy name."
Kara grins. "Wait 'till you hear about NightwingâŚ"
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18 and/or 20, itâs always fun to find out if there is something going on in the background :)
18. do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) tell us about them
actually most of the reason ch2 of give me mercy no more took forever to appear was because i initially was going to write (and did basically write 10k of) kara and lena as being trapped TOGETHER by lexâs evil plans instead of kara alone. i was having an absolute ball writing all sorts of imprisoned-and-forced-to-talk-to-each-other angst but it didnât end up making sense w lexâs motivations so i scrapped it, but i still think it would have been a cool exploration
20. tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism youâve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)
ooof well i love love love a good callback and a circular plot. i do try to drop clues in early chapters that will add to the eventual ending (i.e. the physical damage lena does to the cabin in her anger in ch1 of with the birds ends up becoming a metaphor for her and karaâs battered relationship right at the end). to me, endings are the most satisfying when they tie up all thematic elements and basically come full circle, so almost all my fics end with callbacks
20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?
I would prefer to write in google docs because itâs so easy, but I usually wind up starting at a blank screen for three weeks until I open a notebook and then all the words come spilling out. Itâs an exercise in stubbornness, truly
85. fairy tales or mythology?
Ooooh interesting. Both. Fairy tales are so fun and magical, but myths have deep roots and historical lore that will tell you a lot about a place, and I think both of those are really interesting and have a lot of value
23? I know I canât be the only one who holds onto ideas for far too long :)
23. Whatâs the story idea youâve had in your head for the longest?
Oh wow, well, that would be my original idea, which is roughly 9 years in the making, and I am working to outline into a trilogy with one short story that fits (sort of) between the second and third books.Â
The idea started as a little experiment of creating my own magical system, and then evolved into a whole world, and has continued to expand and flesh itself out inside my head.Â