gonna be moving alura to my multi @hcretics ! hoping its gonna help me write more frequently ♡
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@aluraze
gonna be moving alura to my multi @hcretics ! hoping its gonna help me write more frequently ♡
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Alura flinches, a faint twitch of her shoulders, her head turned away from Astra so that her sister can’t see the way that hurts. It’s not as if she deserves any less after what she put her sister through, and she curls her hands tight on her knees. The corner of her mouth twitches in what might be an attempt at a smile, and she murmurs, ‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that’. She looks down at her hands, her knuckles white, and takes a shaky breath. ‘You know I... considering all my failures, I’m certain I’m the one of us that wasn’t supposed to exist’.
@volatile-muses
@inkdreamt | mothers day starter
‘Kara? Would you...’ Alura trails off, a little uncertain about her request. She’s aware that no matter how much she loves her daughter, she missed so much of Kara’s life that maybe this isn’t a day Kara would want to spend with her. She clears her throat slightly, and murmurs, ‘would you... like to spend today together?’
Laura Benanti as Quinn Tyler in Younger 7x03
@danviers | mother’s day starter
Alura looks up from the flowers in surprise, meeting Alex’s gaze with a raised brow. ‘What are these for?’ She touches a petal carefully, not wanting to damage the flowers with this new strength she’s still getting accustomed to, and gives the woman a warm, genuine smile. ‘Not that I don’t appreciate them’.
@klairsegel | mother’s day starter
‘Sometimes I... can’t believe we’re actually here, together’. Alura trails her fingers down Klair’s spine slowly, settling a hand on her lower back and leaning in to kiss her cheek. ‘That we can celebrate mothers day together’. She rests her head in her hand, smiling sleepily. ‘I think Kara’s coming over for lunch. We have the morning to ourselves’.
would anyone like a lil mother's day thingy from alura? ✨
grieftouched:
[ Meme ] : Natasha & Alura . | @aluraze Ask : i don’t know who i am anymore. i am no one if i’m not self-destructing. - for natasha
Natasha paused for a moment as she turned back around to look at Alura. Natasha knew the hardship of mortals, she had witness the lost of a young soul, gone too soon from situations they could not control, or another soul that lost their life as they could no longer survive on their bed. She had felt the burden of these souls, hovering around for years, centuries, and it was something that still remained to this day. “You are still someone,” Natasha started as she turned back around, holding two cups of tea.
Even Aliens, no matter their appearance, were souls that she wanted to protect. Just because she was known as a goddess of necromancy didn’t mean she was only for the undead. She guided souls; alive or dead. “This self-destructing nature, your soul is burdened, your mind turned against you,” Natasha tilted her head as she placed the cup in front of her. “You are someone, someone who has fought so long, struggled so deeply, that you’ve forgotten to see your own worth. I see your soul, it burns like a sun. But a sun cannot see their own glow. You’ll see one day, and until then, I’ll help you. I do not want to see your soul destroyed,” Natasha urged her to the tea, to help calm her. She sat down in the other chair, sipping at the tea.
‘I...’ Alura’s spent most of her life knowing the power of words, and she’s always been good with them. Always known what to say in court, always known just how to weaponise them to help her case. But she’s speechless now, staring at this woman – this goddess – and having no idea what to say. What does she say to that? She’s felt like her soul is irreversibly damaged and blackened by her failures, by her inability to save her planet and her people. By failing to be there for her own daughter, who she can’t quite look in the eye for fear of the accusation she might see there.
She doesn’t know how to respond to someone saying her soul is like the sun. She swallows tightly, picking up the tea in faintly trembling hands. She has to concentrate, well aware that she could shatter the cup with the way she’s feeling, and she takes a few deep breaths. ‘I... thank you. I... I don’t know if I really am any of those things, or if I deserve your help after everything I’ve done, but... thank you’.
starsdestined:
“Hey.” Lucy breathes softly as she comes up and hugs Alura from behind.
@aluraze
Her lips curve in a smile, hands lowering to cover Lucy’s at her waist, giving a gentle squeeze as she leans back against her. ‘Hello’, she murmurs, turning her head slightly in an attempt to look at the woman over her shoulder, ‘I’ve missed you’. She’s been away on Argo for some time, trying not to let herself get distracted from her duties by how much she misses Lucy, and she turns in her arms to wrap her own around the woman’s shoulders. ‘So much’.
Kryptonite burns. It’s something Kara had told her, but she’d been so clearly distressed by the memory that Alura hadn’t wanted to push for details. Even if she had, she’s not sure if any description could’ve prepared her for just how much it hurts. She’s lying flat on her stomach in the DEO, vaguely aware of all the movement around her, her vision blurring as the pain runs through her body from the deep wounds along her back. Still, she manages to blink until Cat comes into focus sitting next to her bed. The woman looks more disheveled than Alura’s ever seen her, and the shoulder of her shirt is torn open, a thin line of red running along pale skin that makes Alura’s heart clench.
So she hadn’t quite managed to keep her completely unharmed, after all. Cat’s image fades again, and Alura curls her fingers into a fist until she can concentrate enough to focus on Cat’s face again. She attempts a small smile, but in the end it’s more like a grimace. ‘I’ll be fine’, she breathes, the words more of a pained wheeze than anything, ‘really. They’ll... clean it out and get me onto the sun beds, and it’ll be like nothing happened’. That’s not strictly true, but even now, she wants to reassure Cat. ‘And don’t... tell me it wasn’t... necessary. That thing would’ve killed you’.
@pulitzerpanther
flyingupward:
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❝ A JUDGE, huh ? ❞ she knows it’s a coincidence, knows that she’s from an entirely different planet, maybe even a different galaxy for all she knows. still, it hits a little too close to home. ❝ it’s… complicated, but i guess the short version is that an alien made my father believe he was some kind of… HEIGHTENED being, the type of being that someone who believed in him would do anything for… no matter the consequences. ❞
Alura’s brow furrows, and she lifts her hand automatically to offer a touch of support to the woman, before she realises that it might not be welcome. She drops her hand quickly, and murmurs, ‘I’m so sorry. I’ve... encountered beings like that before. The type to prey on others’. Her voice takes on a worried note, leaning forwards a little to meet the woman’s eyes. ‘But you’re free of him now, aren’t you? I... I mean in the immediate sense. I know that...’ her mouth turns down at the corner, the weight of her own losses settling on her shoulders. ‘I know some wounds seem like they’ll never heal’.
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
‘ is it complete? ’
‘ who are you? ’
‘ who is this? ’
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
‘ what would i do without you? ’
‘ do you feel alright? ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ why do you hate me? ’
‘ do you want something to eat? ’
‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’
‘ did you read it yet? ’
‘ can you help me? ’
‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’
‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’
‘ you awake? ’
‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’
‘ how dare you? ’
‘ can i have a word? ’
‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’
‘ can you stop interupting me? ’
‘ why are you here? ’
‘ what happened? ’
‘ haven’t you said enough? ’
‘ why are you still ___? ’
‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’
‘ what did you dream of? ’
‘ why are you yelling? ’
‘ how could you say that? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’
‘ are you talking to me? ’
‘ why won’t he date me? ’
‘ why did you hit him? ’
‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’
‘ are you serious? ’
‘ who did this? ’
‘ will i regret this? ’
‘ do you promise? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ am i dead? ’
‘ can you stop moving? ’
‘ is he looking at me? ’
‘ does it hurt? ’
‘ how did that happen? ’
‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’
‘ are you in love with me yet? ’
‘ is it that important? ’
‘ want some? ’
‘ was that an accident? ’
‘ what’s the deal with you? ’
‘ who do you think you are? ’
‘ can i ask you something? ’
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’
‘ how could you? ’
‘ is this all you can do? ’
‘ why is this here? ’
‘ how did you get in here? ’
‘ is it freezing to you? ’
‘ what are you making tdday? ’
‘ are you lost? ’
‘ has it been that long? ’
‘ how could you? ’
everstride:
“ for how long? ” tone is dry, expression explicit the same. “ no offence. but you have absolutely no idea what i’ve been through – what i’ll continue to go through. ” head shakes, eyes rolling as she snorts, releasing a heavy sigh. “ i appreciate you letting me stay, but i’ll be out of your hands by friday. ” keep moving and don’t look back. that’s how it had to be for awhile, right? not until she was safe and sounds without having to look over her shoulder or second guess every single sound her ears pick up.
birdie digs through her pockets, taking out a cigarette. “ you got a light round here? ”
‘No’, Alura murmurs softly, ‘I don’t know what you’ve been through. I won’t claim to know that, or pretend to know how you’re feeling. But I can guarantee that no one will reach you, here. And if anyone tries, I’ll hear them coming long before you do’.
At the woman’s question, she reaches out, plucking the cigarette from her fingers and lifting it to eye level. It only takes a brief moment, a quick utilisation of her heat vision, and the tip bursts into flame, smouldering gently as she passes it back with a small smile. ‘You’re not the only one with secrets’.
you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.
flyingupward:
❝ really, there’s um… NO OFFENSE intended, but people around here, my family especially, we haven’t exactly had the best luck with aliens. i’m sure you have good intentions, it’ll just take a while. ❞
@aluraze
Alura inclines her head slightly. ‘I’ve always believed in earning trust and respect, rather than expecting it. And... where I’m from, I used to be a judge. I saw some of the worst the universe has to offer, so I can understand your wariness’. She hesitates, and then adds slowly, ‘if it’s not prying too much, perhaps you could tell me a little of what you and your family experienced? I would hate to accidentally trigger any bad memories’.
everstride:
generated starter call, currently accepting. * for: @aluraze.
“ you think i’m being paranoid but the truth is i’m worth a lot more to her dead than alive. ”
‘You’re safe here’, she says softly, laying a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder, ‘I know that after what you’ve been through, it might not seem like it. But you are safe here. Nothing will happen to you under my roof’.
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