Kara Zor El - Blog Posts
through the snow you walk me home ❄️💕✨
as an experienced victim of the angstfest that is being in love with your best friend, i present to you *drumroll please*
the full four pages of my short supercorp angst comic✨
hope y’all like it :)
been working on a lil supercorp comic and i’m too impatient to wait till all of the pages are done. so here are the first two!!
edit: i‘ve posted the last two pages if you want to check them out :)
excuse the inconsistent art style, i’m going through a style crisis
They were put in charge of babysitting
Just a normal man, taking a normal family photo, with his normal family
All you can eat buffet (that food bill gonna be crazy)
Yes please can anyone recommend any wear she speaks a lot of kryptoian
LET KARA SPEAK KRYPTONIAN DAMN IT
I need a fic where Kara in the presence of friends who knows she's supergirl, Kara just doesn't care and just casual slips kryptonian into her sentences, like come on guys, it's her first language and we have the kryptonian info page, like let's use it guys.
Like I need her to go
"oh, yeah, I need to go get my article ready before snapper fahtul gehd, I'll see you guys later, ehrosh :bem!"
Or just forgets the English word to something and just uses kryptonian
"For Rao's what's the English word for frig, it's like confused but not, ugh, shisir ghao!
I need fics of her just slipping into kryptonian, I beg! I don't see it enough in fics
clark being someone that hovers is so wholesome
Voices by Local-Asshole
Lena isn't a fan of socializing, since they often lead to her psychopathic brother or the fact that she's blind. Then she meets Kara her first year of high school, but as their friendship overcomes many obstacles throughout the years, Lena's family life continues to drive a wedge between them. But that's not the worst part. Because Lena is also finding herself falling in love.
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart) by
hrwinter
Lena breaks her ankle, and Kara insists on carrying her everywhere (to meetings, to galas, to conferences, to press releases.) Lena spirals.
Anyone have Supergirl centric fanfic recs that isn’t based on the show? Like comics based? Pls pls pls
One of my favourite versions of Superman
Kal and Kara being goofy cousins is the most adorable thing ever.
Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!
—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!
this was so hard omg
but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t*
he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it.
he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them.
you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*
—I ship you with Supergirl!
this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god.
supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it
a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !!
and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh!
you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.
Honestly, rn I’m in a state of shock, denial, rage, and bliss simultaneously.
So I googled Elvis on the DC wiki
It was mostly empty, but I noticed that there was a version called "President Presley" from Earth-1098
Researching Earth-1098 reveals that this is a hypertime variant or something? And I thought this it was like a variant of Kingdom Come universe because it first showed up in the second issue of "the Kingdom" but it's not? Cuz the costume designs don't match at all?
Anyways, after some google-justu and some (un)educated guesses, I've come to the conclusion that 1098 takes place in 2013 - 16
Cuz Supergirl generally arrives at least 20 years after Kal El (he's generally an fully grown man when she arrives) and when I look at the images of 1098 S-Girl I think she looks around the same age as Power Girl(?) maybe? I dunno but power girl is like 30 years old when compared to Supergirl. anyways S-Girl (alt name used 1098 Kara) says that Wonder Woman and the Justice society raised her. Also Batgirl seems to be around the same age as Bruce Wayne (or at least old enough to confide in him about this stuff), and as we all know, Bruce is a 30 something year old playboy. Therefore that means that Batgirl is in her 20s-30s as well. I guess. And when you compare that to the young adult/teen counterparts from the main continuity, this leads me to believe that earth 1098 takes place at minimum 15 years after 1998. Though tbh I think that it's more likely to be closer to 18/20 years as that feels better in my head. Anyways.
With this timeframe I have concluded that Elvis either beat Obama in the 2008 election, or he Beat Donald Trump in the 2016 election. Or maybe he ran Republican. Not much is known about the Kings political beliefs, but what is known (thru very confident google results) is that he was a Democrat back in the days before the parties basically swapped(I think? I dunno political history), and would probably run as a Republican. But not like a modern Republican, more like a "liberal conservative" question mark? Either way I doubt he could be much worse than the orange ogre. At least he can sing. That's a better quality for a president than being an ignorant buffoon, right?
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I dunno what to fill this empty space with
He's hideous. We shoulda gotten Elvis.
Supergirl es un superhéroe ficticio que aparece en los cómics estadounidenses publicados por DC Comics. El personaje fue creado por el escritor Otto Binder y diseñado por el artista Al Plastino. Supergirl apareció por primera vez en una historia publicada en Action Comics # 252 (mayo de 1959 ) titulada "La Supergirl de Krypton".Kara Zor-El es la prima biológica de Kal-El (Superman) . Durante la década de 1980 y la revolución de la era moderna de los cómics , los editores de Superman creían que la historia del personaje se había vuelto demasiado complicada y deseaban restablecer a Superman como "El último hijo de Krypton". Supergirl fue así murió durante el 1985 serie limitada Crisis en las tierras infinitas y retconned de la existencia. En las décadas posteriores a Crisis , varios personajes no relacionados con Superman usaron el alias de Supergirl. MATERIALES: Trabajo realizado en papel tamaño A4 y lápiz mecánico de 0.5 mm, 0.7 mm; 0,9 y 2 mm.
This version of Superman is called power man while he’s like 14
I had a great idea which I'm putting in my DC universe notes: Power Girl is meant to be Super Girl from another universe, right? Well, let's play with that and really make them distinct. Power Girl comes from an alternative universe where she's the older cousin. On her earth, she came to earth first and superman came second. That would really make her distinct from Supergirl, and it might give a good existential angle if Power Girl gets stuck on the main DC earth, and can't get back to her own world.
Finally, the family dynamic we need
Cousins annoying each other
Dreykov’s Daughter
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
(Part Two)
TW: Child death, emotional abuse, death, manipulation and gaslighting mentions of ripping out fingernails hair and a few other things
It had been no longer than 15 minutes before you pulled yourself back into consciousness.
Surrounding you was a clear glass cell, you noted your weapons had been taken, but you hadn’t been changed out of your clothes. Your hands trailed over your arms, feeling for the cleverly concealed widow bites you had on your wrists. You almost sighed in relief when you felt the familiar grooves of the small weapons under your fingers.
“The hell are you doing?”
An angry looking Alex with her arms crossed over her chest glared at you aggressively, quite the contrast to Kara who stood directly beside her with an obviously forced look of anger on her face. She had patched up the wound you left on her, much to your disappointment. Such a shame, they made her look so pretty, the wonderful little drops of red running down her chest. You’d see more of it soon regardless, and that was enough to hold you over.
“Checking for injuries or injections, if that’s okay with you.”
You bit back sarcastically, rolling your eyes.
“Shut up. Who are you and who sent you?”
The woman demanded harshly.
“Why don’t you come in? I can’t hear you through all this glass.”
You replied with a smirk.
“I’m going to-“
“Agent Danvers.”
You saw the man you had previously identified as Hank Hanshaw enter the room.
“That’s enough. I’ll deal with her.”
You scoffed.
“Respectfully sir, I have ripped out my own teeth, hair and fingernails. There is not much you can do to me.”
A wave of pride washed over you as you watched Kara recoil. You were sure even Alex flinched a bit. She grumbled something and left the room. Hank continued to approach you.
Suddenly you felt something in your head, as if something were probing your mind. You narrowed your eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Almost the first time you’d been caught off guard and it was by a mind reading alien. How lucky.
Your eyes drifted close against their will and your memories flashed before your eyes.
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“But father! She’s my friend, I don’t want to!”
A younger you sobbed with your hands on either side of your best friends head.
“Friends are a weakness. You knew the rules and you broke them, there’s a punishment. Do it.”
Your friend was bloodied and beaten to a pulp, as were you. What made the experience even worse was that the girl wasn’t even struggling anymore. She had just given up, as if begging you to end it.
“Look at her. She never would have made it anyway, you’re helping her.”
Your father coaxed, urging you on. Urging you to do what you were born to do. Urging you to kill.
Snap
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Your eyes shot back open. Hank had a pitiful look in his eyes. Your face felt wet, you pulled a hand up to touch it. You must have been crying. You looked around. Alex had left, but Kara was right where she was before.
“What did you do?”
Your voice sounded so frosty the alien was sure the air was about to freeze.
“Your father? Is that who sent you?”
Hank raised his eyebrow.
“Doesn’t look like a great guy.”
That was the last straw. You activated your widow bites and shocked the man. Kara rushed to hold you back.
“Don’t ever talk about my father that way! I’ll kill you!”
You yelled as Kara grabbed your arms.
“I’ll kill you!”
“Calm down! What is wrong with you?!”
Kara hissed. You whipped your head around to face her. What was wrong with you? What was wrong with you?! You’re just doing your job, you’re just defending your family, isn’t that what she does? Such a hypocrite! It's not fair! She gets praised for the exact things you’re shamed for! She’s killed people too! Innocent civilians, criminals, even some of her closest friends! Kill her. Don’t disappoint him. You know what happens. Kill her. Your brain yelled. This is your life. This is your job. You’re doing the right thing. People like her are sick, people like her are wrong. Remember your home. Remember your lessons. Remember who loves you.
You silence your thoughts and take a breath. Get under control. Using your widow bites was a mistake. You let your emotions get a hold of you. You take another breath then sit down and go back to silence.
Kara hesitantly let go of you then left the room to make sure Hank was okay.
You went over your memory in your head. Since that day you had lost all hesitation when it came to the daily fights you had to go through in the red room. You had moved up to the top of your class and were your fathers most trusted student. He told you everything and you listened and followed orders. In Particular, he would tell you about your sister. He told you about how it was a widow who had defected who caused her so much damage. All you could think when he told you those stories was ‘how dare she’. How come she got to decide who loved and died? What right did that girl have to kill your sister after all your father had done for her. He taught her, fed her, clothed her, taught her, made her strong. He loved her. Just like he loved all of the widows. Just like he loved you.
You never made a friend again after that either. Not when you knew the consequences. Not after seeing the look in her eyes as you killed her. Not after you realized befriending anyone would give you to get to know them. To know what makes them happy, what makes them sad. Not when you would know all of that just to be forced to humanize them just for them to die at your hand or the hands of one of your classmates.
No matter, you would complete your mission and go back. Back to your father, back to your home.
Six Days Left.
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Hope you liked it! It’s a bit short but I ran out of ideas :(
Dreykov’s Daughter
(Part one)
Kara Danvers/Zor El x Red room reader
My first post guys :DD Lemme know if you want me to continue or any requests. I’ve never posted anything I’ve written before so I hope you guys enjoy :) I might post some of a book I’m writing as well
“Kara Zor-El.”
Your father spoke. “A client of ours wants her dead. I’m putting you on the job.” You nodded, you were the best widow of your generation and you knew it. Your father knew it. “She’s a kryptonian, an alien from another planet. Our weapons won’t hurt her, so you’re getting new ones.” He slid two daggers and a loaded gun across the desk you were both seated at.
“Is that all?” You asked curiously. “Do you need more?” Dreykov’s tone was condescending and there was nothing you hated more than disappointing him. When you disappointed him you were punished. Harshly. You quickly grabbed the weapons and shoved them in your belt. “No sir. Where will I be stationed?” You asked, wanting to get him out of this mood. “National City, Los Angeles.”
“I know you won’t disappoint me.”
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Kara was smiling as she returned to the DEO having just busted a renowned jewel thief when she ran into her sister. “Alex! Did you hear about that jewel thief I busted?”
“Yeah, great job Kar.” Alex was hovering over a few papers on the desk. Kara walked over.
“What’s that?” She hummed curiously. “Some sort of organization, not a lot of information.” It must have really been a tough case because Alex was doing that thing she always does when she’s stressed.
“Want me to try to check it out?” The blonde offered, “I have some free time.” Alex signed. “I would if there was anything to check out, but we don’t have one possible location! It’s like this place doesn’t even exist!” The kryptonians sister pinched her nose. “Well what’s it called? Maybe Lena knows something.”
“The red room.”
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You had spent weeks training the guard schedule of the DEO so you knew at exactly 4:02 am you would have a three minute window to get inside the heavily guarded building and into a vent to hide until further notice, which is exactly what you did. Currently you were hiding in said vent above a somewhat spacious quiet room that the alien used to communicate with a hologram of her mother, at least as far as you were aware. You blew a strand of h/c hair out of your face. It had been a few hours and you were starting to get clammy. You were used to having to wait during missions, but that doesn’t mean you liked it. You wished Kara would just come in already, you wished you could just get this mission over with so you could go home. Home? The red room wasn’t home, not really. It was all you knew. The only thing you knew, and you wouldn’t let the man who saved you down. Not now, not ever.
After what felt like hours, the blonde kryptonian entered the room, seemingly outraged at something if her storming around was any sign. Your hands curled around the handle of the knife you were provided, posing it in a way that would make it easy to plunge into her pretty little chest. Despite your elation, your face showed not a hint of emotion, just as you were trained to. You noticed Kara begin to yell at the hologram. How pitiful, you thought, to be so controlled by your own emotions. You silently opened the vent and dropped onto her shoulders, covering her mouth.
“Mmh!” She yelled against your hand and grappled to grab your legs. In response, you press the slightly green glowing dagger against her neck.
“Stay quiet, princess.”
You pushed the blade further into her neck, threatening to draw blood. She lifts her hands in surrender and you hesitantly uncover her mouth.
“Who are you?”
She says quietly and as calmly as she can. Climbing off of her shoulders and standing behind her, you answer.
“The last thing you’ll see.”
Suddenly, the blondes sister burst through the door.
“Kara it’s not-“
She stopped at the scene in front of her. You silently thanked yourself for making a mask. You cut Kara just above her collarbone before bolting through the door. Behind you you could hear Alex run to her sister. It wouldn’t be long before the whole DEO was on your ass, and that wouldn’t be good. Your father always said ‘failure is forgivable, to be captured is not.’ You ran straight into the chest of Hank Hanshaw who grabbed your arms and wrenched them behind your back, kicking you onto your stomach. You bite your lip to hold back a scream. No. You cannot fail. You can not fail. He won’t forgive you, your father won’t forgive you. You don’t dare show your fear. That’s rule number one of the red room. Alex quickly appeared and pressed a gun to your head, you heard the safety click off.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” She growled. She roughly grabbed your face and held it up so you would meet her eyes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You wheezed in response. She kicked your face. Feeling the blood enter your mouth, you spit it on her collar. That was the last thing you remembered before you were knocked out.
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