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Supergirl RP blog. Alex Danvers, Kara Danvers, Astra In Ze, Alura In Ze, Lena Luthor, Lillian Luthor, Sam Arias. I WILL NOT rp with Mon El blogs.

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prompts list :)

fluff/general

“how much did you drink?”

“aw, you’re so cute.”

“what did you do?”

“i asked if you were having a party. i didn’t tell you to have a party.”

“this is the opposite of what i told you to do.”

“well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“wait, no, don’t take kissing away from me.”

“okay, where are all my jumpers?”

“oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?”

“yeah, okay, but i’m cooler.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“how did you get in here?”

“for starters, that’s impossible.”

“how did you fail a survey?”

“yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe i would.”

“that’s not even fair.”

“you promised me a cookie!”

“did i ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“ew, that is so sappy, i might vomit.”

“i’m not playing truth or dare.”

“you’re not very intimidating.”

“i love you.”

“well the probability of that is 0, but you go ahead.”

“that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer.”

“maybe not.”

“why the hell is there glitter everywhere?”

“well, i’m pretty irresistible.”

“how much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?”

“detention? again?”

angst

“why don’t you just go?”

“no, it’s not like that.”

“if you cared about me, you wouldn’t do this.”

“it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“what’s the point?”

“fuck you.”

“you should’ve said that yesterday.”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i swear, if you say another word, i’ll leave.”

“change in mind or change in heart?”

“it’s over, it’s done, just leave it be.”

“why do you keep bringing it up?”

“we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

“you say you’ll stop, but then you keep doing it!”

“maybe in another world.”

“why are you like this?”

“stop making empty promises!”

“what about us?”

“don’t say that.”

“i’m done. we’re done.”’

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[el-mayara]

Send prompts to my new blog, @el—mayara!

[pulitzerpanther]

el-mayara‌:

“I’ve been reading books of old, the legends and the myths/the testaments they told, the moon and its eclipse….” Alex closes her eyes for just a moment, fingers tightening around Cat’s as she sings the next line. “And Supergirl unrolls a suit before she lifts, but I’m not the kind of person that it fits….”

Cat knows that she’s insecure. Knows that sometimes it’s hard not to drown in it, to keep her head above water and not get dragged down into the depths of her own head. But saying it like this, singing it softly as Cat’s body folds against hers, is different somehow, and Alex’s voice trembles slightly even as she keeps going. “Just something I can turn to, somebody I can miss/I want something just like this.”

“Not to interrupt my only serenade,” Cat is usually never one to interrupt a performance–especially a dramatic one–there’s something to be said about letting art run its course (well…unless that art was a Nickelback concert; she has her standards) but her free hand raises to gently press fingers against lips. To feel the breath break against nails in a musical stet, if there ever was one. Alex’s skin feels like ivory but she’s always been far more comfortable with the white of a pen than anything else, even now. Especially now, perhaps, as something settles deep in muted hues of green below Alex’s chin, pulling back enough to see her. To raise up from their twined limbs to hover above a musical note in the air between them, “Which that little word ‘only’ is obviously debatable, but you know I’m never one for letting things slide. No, you don’t,” It’s murmured, fingertips lovingly skimming a lower lip. A hum, “Need the suit. You wouldn’t have needed your guns. Maybe the leather–that can stay–hmm, and despite our love story being far more of an expansive epic than you’re painting it out to be in this little musical moment of yours, even though you’re obviously smitten with me,” Lips twitch upwards before it quiets, “Out of everything you could’ve chosen to sing, why this one? Do you?” Her hum falls, gentler, “Know how I see us. How I see you.”

[el-mayara]

“I do,” Alex says after a moment, her voice far less steady than she’d like it to be. “I.....that’s why I chose that. You’ve....you’ve never expected me to be....more. You look at me and it’s....it’s enough.”

She smiles as best she can, smile shaky and tears falling that she absolutely refuses to acknowledge. “You don’t need me to be Supergirl. And that’s......everything, Cat.”

[pulitzerpanther]

@el-mayara continued from here

“Oh, so you’ve learned enough English to turn metaphors.” It’s grumbled–without its usual cut around the sharp, perfectly polished white of teeth when she’s dwarfed by the shadows of Astra’s arms. Curves and valleys of steel bent around her in warmth that barely quivers the clench of a tucked jaw. Fingers aching in a tremble before they curl into bunching material about shoulders, nose slotting against her neck. 

“Armor is cumbersome.” She murmurs, breath quieter as eyelashes flutter once–twice–before burying themselves against the dirt of her cheeks, as well–burying herself here, for just a moment, those shoulders sagging just a little lower. And oh, her breath spiking just a little sharper. And, oh, her knees curling up into her chest, just to come a little closer to be comfortable, she might argue, if she wasn’t well aware Astra knows far better. Her eyes are a little wet and something might fall, but it’s certainly not tears. Maybe it’s a little bit of a metaphor’s weight, gone. “I prefer Chanel.”  

[el-mayara]

“I know.” Astra closes her eyes, holding Cat tighter against her chest. “You’re strong, little lioness, but nobody can wear their armor all the time. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

She threads her fingers into Cat’s hair, scratching her scalp the way she used to for Kara whenever Kara had a bad dream. “You don’t have to be strong right now.”

[chanceofpunching]

@el-mayara​ continued from here

“Of course I do.” It’s immediate–resolute. There’s no hesitancy or waver in the response, the fingers tipped around lead clenching in nothing but air before they fall down to her hip and hang in the air there, instead, somewhere in between them. Somewhere a little further away than the hand that squeezes her aunt’s shoulder before that hand’s falling, as well, smile spreading. “Astra–” That small, stuttering breath settles out between them, spreading shoulders with nothing but certainty, even if her voice sounds quieter. It’s harder to embody what the crest has come to mean on Earth when what it used to mean to Kara is standing in front of her. “ a͡ɪɑv. There’s…more to family–more to us and what you’ve done to me, and for me–than the past year. I’m not saying all of it is okay, what’s happened, but…you’re here.” Kara points out. “You’re here, and you’re…doing the right thing, now, and I remember you. I know your heart. And I know we can get past all of this. I’d like to get to know you…now, and I’d like you to get to know me. And that’s…kind of hard to do when you’re running away because you’re assuming I don’t want you here. When I really, really do.”

[el-mayara]

Astra bites the inside of her cheek, swallowing back the words that leap to the tip of her tongue. Kara has no idea what happened in the depths of Fort Rozz; no idea what Astra had to become just to claw her way to another day of survival. Even Kara, with her capacity for seeing the good in everyone she meets, could not love that woman.

Kara has no idea how afraid Astra is of that very thing.

“I am not who you remember, little one,” she says quietly. “I have...changed in ways that I fear you cannot forgive. You want to know who I am now, but....you may not love that woman.” She closes her eyes, and it’s been a very long time since Astra allowed herself to miss Alura but she does now with an intensity that’s almost painful. “I could not blame you if you didn’t.”

[pulitzerpanther]

@el-mayara

"Don't say beloved out loud, Astra, this isn't Anne of Green Gables. No, you informed me that you don't want to. Direct quote. Who knew,* The page rustles as it's turned once more, eyebrow arching from a profile view, although Cat doesn't seem intent to look up from the flattened white spread on legs. "That the General had a lazy side." Oh, the smile is curling, now, tongue running over canines like teeth are ready to sink right on in to this little news cycle. "Or that you were so overwhelmingly soft." A tease, clearly, shrugging underneath the familiar weight of Astra's head.

"But if you want retribution at some later date--when you least see it coming--that's your choice. You know I love payback." 

There's no need to threaten someone who should be well aware of Cat's capability to follow through.

And...perhaps Astra isn't the only one a little softer, these days, even if Cat is loathe to admit it. If she was truly kicking her off, Astra would be off. There might be a hint of...comfort in it. 

Whatever.

"Am I more comfortable than me utterly embarrassing you when the opportunity strikes? Soul searching, soul searching, what will she choose?"

[el-mayara]

“You should be one to talk about soft, kitten.” Astra’s grin is toothier than a great white’s as she oh-so-subtly wiggles her finger against Cat’s ribs. “What is that expression of yours about cooking utensils?”

She knows Cat doesn’t make idle threats, but Astra didn’t earn the honor of being Krypton’s youngest General by avoiding risk. “I should quite like to see the day when you can embarrass me. Consider yourself challenged.”

She hums and closes her eyes, listening to the familiar thud of her friend’s heartbeat as Cat’s scent wreaths around her. “In the meantime, I think I should quite like a nap.”

[pulitzerpanther]

“I don’t want to get up. You are very comfortable.” (El-mayara for Astra who’s curled up around Cat like a, well, cat and likes the snuggles. But shhhh.)

@el-mayara

"Too comfortable, clearly." Cat drawls...despite the fact that she doesn't shift to shove Astra off of her shoulder. Yet. "I could have used your testimony in my second divorce, where he claimed tenable grounds that my body, itself, was a hostile environment and created a hazardous home space. Then again," Cat's fingers half-heartedly wave in gesture, clearly focused on the clipped stack of paper resting on her knee that she's managed to keep Astra's warmth from encroaching upon and stealing it like some tall...Amazonian spider monkey. "I also framed his direct quote and brought it to an HR meeting as a company directive for exactly how I wanted our corporate structure to feel." And yet, there might be a worming smile underneath glasses, flipping the page. "I'm not a pair of sweatpants, Astra. I have to work. If you want comfortable, go cuddle a…" The smile spreads. "Danvers. I'm sure either one of them will be overjoyed at the prospect."

[el-mayara]

Astra doesn’t take orders. She hasn’t for a long time, both out of necessity and privilege. It’s second nature to ignore Cat’s comment, curling closer to her friend and nuzzling her face against Cat’s shoulder. “That would involve moving,” she hums, “and as fond as I am of my niece and my beloved, I believe I informed you that moving is out of the question.”

She smiles lazily, stretching and wiggling position to grin up at Cat. “Are you going to do something about it?”

[el-mayara]

Hey y’all,

To make a long story short, I’m deleting my main blog and because this is linked to that account it’ll get deleted too. I don’t think I can archive this or anything, so everything on here will be gone but I’ll still be writing. I’ll try to make a list of current threads I have so nothing gets dropped.

[el-mayara]

Hey y’all,

To make a long story short, I’m deleting my main blog and because this is linked to that account it’ll get deleted too. I don’t think I can archive this or anything, so everything on here will be gone but I’ll still be writing. I’ll try to make a list of current threads I have so nothing gets dropped.

[el-mayara]

Hey y’all,

To make a long story short, I’m deleting my main blog and because this is linked to that account it’ll get deleted too. I don’t think I can archive this or anything, so everything on here will be gone but I’ll still be writing. I’ll try to make a list of current threads I have so nothing gets dropped.

[meme-cafe]

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Bonus points if you include a topic. ( IE. shipping, roleplaying, ect. )

[pulitzerpanther]

@el-mayara continued from here

“And yet the world doesn’t work on karma, despite what the Dalai Lama tried to insist last year at McLeod Ganj. Horrible people might be nuanced and full of far more gray than the world likes to think–my mother…has had her rocky patches in life, it’s true–but, no, you’re right. It’s inexcusable. And horrible people will keep on existing, and saying even more…horrible things.” Her hand waves, but her eyes don’t move from Astra. “And the world will turn. And we’ll move on. And some days, people think the same thing you think about my mother about me.” It’s hummed–factual–because her mother, herself, has informed Kitty Grant that she’s lucky karma was not a two-way street, sweetie, take the good where you’ll get it because karma would certainly never give her daughter any passes.

“And the only thing someone destroying my car would accomplish would be pissing me off.” Lips twitch up just a little before they fall ,”It’s a free country, she does have a right…literally speaking. Does it cost half my revenue in therapy? Oh, probably.” A hum, a little quieter as she comes closer, “Does it hurt? Hmm…” A shrug as Cat leans against the wall, “Maybe, just a little. Mothers have a way. But you are apologizing, because you did this out of righteous anger on my behalf. Without thinking for a minute, obviously, about what I would want. And what I don’t want. The number of which being your face in newsprint thanks to a little overprotective temper tantrum.” 

[el-mayara]

“Your news does not frighten me.” It’s still difficult to wrap her head around, this interconnected network of people in different sections of the planet whose job is to keep an eye on the local happenings. Krypton didn’t have television nor any sort of media; it had been the Council’s job to inform their people of any danger or impending events.

If they had had someone like Cat there, maybe things would have ended differently.

“It is high time someone put your mother in her place.” Astra’s hands flex at her side, and she glares at Cat, chin lifting. “I reiterate that I will not apologize. Let them say what they wish. I have heard far worse.” She turns away, a clear indication that the conversation is over. “I suggest you don’t pester me about this any further.”

[pulitzerpanther]

“I refuse to apologize. Your mother’s actions were uncalled for, and she can easily replace her vehicle.” (El-mayara for protective!Astra who may or may not have wrapped Katherine’s car around a power line pole. It’s fine.)

@el-mayara

“Oh, take an anger management class, Astra, this isn’t a Wafflehouse.” Eyes roll despite her calm voice, stalking a little closer. A panther nearing its prey, teeth baring in the curl of nails about hips, “Yes, I’m sure lashing out in anger at her does absolutely nothing to justify everything--all negative, obviously--she’s ever said about either of us. Did you ever,” Nostrils flare, “Stop to think about how totaling the car of someone who annoyed you is a horrible precedent to set. Oh, Astra wrapped grandma’s car around the tree--maybe Carter will think it’s fine to slash his bullies’ tires. Oh, someone said something bad about aliens? I guess Kara can just drop them off a bridge. Grow up. This isn’t how we deal with anger. We do not,” The t pops, nostrils flaring, “React with force. We prove people wrong. We overcome. Usually, we emotionally belittle. All excellent coping mechanisms. This? TMZ’s wetdream if they get a hold of it. You’re not apologizing to my mother because I care about her car. You’re apologizing because I refuse to let the people who respect you think this is an even minimally productive way to handle anger.”

And yet her chin tips upwards for just a moment, almost whimsical in remembrance. Fond. 

The look on her face was satisfying. And no one has ever bothered retaliating to Katherine Grant, before. 

Still.

Cat is the one who’s going to have to buy her mother a new car. Ugh, it’s probably going to be something just pretentious enough to rev at her book club’s little secret meetings.

“What did she do to cause this, anyways? I’ve only heard mother and we’re both aware that’s about as reliable as Bill Clinton’s testimony.” 

[el-mayara]

“What she said to you is unforgivable.” Astra’s breath comes hard through her mouth, heart pounding in a way that has nothing to do with physical exertion and everything to do with the memory of Alura’s tears as Irsa tsked, turning away with a disgusted expression that no mother should ever wear in front of her child.

“Stupid girl.”

“She had no right to speak to you that way.” Anger rumbles in her stomach, and Astra’s lips curl back to bare her teeth, a dragon preparing to spit stone-melting flame. “I refuse to apologize. She deserves it. She deserves worse.”

[shotsofscotch]

el-mayara‌:

“Then let’s start from the beginning.” Sam breathes out, trying to soften, because if she attacks Lena then Lena will never listen and she could lose her forever. This has to be done carefully, and she knows that, but it’s so hard not to just grab Lena by the shoulders and demand to know what the fuck is going on in her brain that mind-controlling people seems like a good idea. “What are you working on and why?”

Sam’s hands are shaking, and she’s faced a lot in her life but somehow even Reign was never quite as terrifying as the knowledge that she could lose her oldest friend. Her dearest friend. “This–Myriad, is it? What do you want to do?”

Watching Sam as she softened, as she calculated her next move, the corners of her lips curved into a subtle smirk. Her dedication was astounding and it was something that she would always remember. 

“Yes, however, I’ve… found a way to alter it, to fit my needs.” Lena began to explain the full extent of her Project Non Nocere. “Humans, at their very core, should do no harm, to everyone around them, human or alien.” While a lot of her stances did come off as anti-alien, she wasn’t, she never had been. It was just imperative to her that the human race be as protected as the aliens. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, Sam. I just want to bring the world closer to being at peace.”

[el-mayara]

Sam turns away, pressing a trembling hand to her mouth. Hearing Lena speak so casually about mind control is incredibly unsettling, even if she is trying to help. “God, Lena.”

She breathes out, swiping at the beginnings of moisture in her eyes before turning back to Lena. “The Worldkillers were designed to be peacekeepers,” Sam says quietly. “They were meant to protect. But the way they—we.....did it was by killing anyone we deemed impure or unworthy.”

The memory of Reign’s fury scorches her bones, and she shivers. “The cult who created us had arguably pure intentions. But what we did was.....monstrous. I know you want to help, Lena. But it can’t be like this.”

[pulitzerpanther]

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@el-mayara for some positivity || Meme Status: Always Accepting

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//another person I could write a NOVEL for. 

You are such a gem of a human being, I don’t think you even know how great you are. I’m so happy you exist--so happy we became friends--and am so genuinely happy anytime I see a reply from you floatin’ out there in the notifs. You are such a passionate person and boy, it really shows in how you write. You have such a deep caring for the characters that you write that it’s always so compelling to interact with, because I can always feel them in your threads.

You bring such an emotional rawness to your characters that there’s been a couple of times that I’ve literally gripped my chest and quietly, pitifully, murmured ‘oh’ to myself in a public place, full of feels. You have a great sense for their motivations and backgrounds, and I love hearing your thoughts on everything from what’s making them tick to what you felt about canon.

I mean, you’re also one of the few people I would solely dig out my Kara for just because I love writing with you so much, and if that’s not a testament from my lazy ass, I don’t know what is. You’ve also made me ship something I really, really did not see coming. For the record. And I would die for it. I feel like that needs to be mentioned. 

You’re a great friend--you’re strong and kind, even if I know sometimes the world feels difficult. You’re so courageous--the very definition of courage, in my opinion, which I’d be happy to rant about you OOC if you’d like--that I think you’d make up a slice of a triforce with it. 

I’m also 100% confident you would be great to have at my back in a bar fight. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I just do. You’re on my bar-fight team, friend. 

I’m proud to say that I’m your friend--I’m happy to have the chance to write with you--and I so look forward to seeing what the future holds for you. Here’s to many more chances at trolling your inbox <3

[shotsofscotch]

el-mayara‌:

“Alex killed my aunt.”

Kara leans back and closes her eyes, remembers how her heart had banged against her chest as she’d knelt over Astra on that cold rooftop. How she’d heard Astra’s choked, gurgling breath ringing in her ears until it hadn’t anymore, until the woman’s body went limp and still beneath her hands and it felt like losing Krypton yet again after having it ripped away that same day. “She killed her and she lied about it. Well—not directly, but she let J’onn take the blame. And I was so angry, but I pretended I wasn’t because I didn’t want to hurt her. And then….I couldn’t hide it anymore and I nearly killed her because that anger got out of control.”

Kara opens her eyes and looks into Lena’s face, hoping that she at least listens to what’s being said right now. “I know that I hurt you. I’ve said that I’m sorry, and I am. Now it’s your choice what to do with that. I was angry with Alex, but I forgave her because she’s my sister and I love her and she thought that killing Astra was the right choice. As much as I hate to say it…..given the situation, maybe it was.”

She blows out a breath, thinks of the home she once had that sits among the stars and the home she has now that she chose. “I decided what to do with Alex’s apology. What are you going to decide, Lena? Because I am so tired of fighting you.”

Forgiveness wasn’t something that came naturally to her. She could forgive and she could move on, but she could never forget. She tended to hold grudges until she was blue in the face. Maybe that was why her list of enemies was ever-growing and her list of friends continued to dwindle.

Lena shifted uncomfortably, ducking her head. The tears that had stayed in her eyes finally began to fall, eager to roll down her cheeks but she caught the droplets before they could touch her skin. 

But she heard every word that Kara spoke. Her anger was overplayed and becoming more problematic than anything. Yes, she was entitled to feel however she wanted to feel, but that wasn’t the point. 

“My instinct is to hold a grudge as long as there’s still life in my body,” Lena half chuckled, lifting her head and nervously wringing her fingers together. “I accept your numerous apologies and I do forgive you. All I ask is that you’re honest with me, Kara, that’s all I ever wanted.” She missed a few of those stray tears, her eyes looking anywhere but at Kara. She couldn’t even look at her without wanting to break down in tears. “I’m tired of fighting you too.”

[el-mayara]

It hurts to see the tears on Lena’s cheeks, but Kara makes no move to comfort her. She doesn’t have the strength to reach out and be rejected yet again. “Then why didn’t you just tell me that, Lena?”

Her heart aches, and she blows out an unsteady breath. “Why didn’t you talk to me instead of...all this?”

[shotsofscotch]

@el-mayara asked: “You saved me from my demon. Now I’m going to save you no matter what it takes.” (El-mayara for Sam because Sam would definitely be able to bring Lena back to reality)

“Whatever it takes?” She asked, blinking softly. She was used to people telling her that they would be there for her. Endlessly, actually. But Sam was one of the few people that had showed her valiant efforts time and time again. Her loyalty was astounding, even to Lena.

Drawing in a sharp breath, she threaded her fingers through her hair and nodded. “I don’t even know where to begin. I don’t.”

[el-mayara]

“Then let’s start from the beginning.” Sam breathes out, trying to soften, because if she attacks Lena then Lena will never listen and she could lose her forever. This has to be done carefully, and she knows that, but it’s so hard not to just grab Lena by the shoulders and demand to know what the fuck is going on in her brain that mind-controlling people seems like a good idea. “What are you working on and why?”

Sam’s hands are shaking, and she’s faced a lot in her life but somehow even Reign was never quite as terrifying as the knowledge that she could lose her oldest friend. Her dearest friend. “This--Myriad, is it? What do you want to do?”

[mrsrojasluthor]

@el-mayara asked: "I like your power. I want it.“ (el-mayara for Morgana Pendragon because I am a slut for the reincarnation trope)

It was something about the darkness in her eyes that made Andrea’s insides shiver tremendously. A chill ripped through her entire body and she tilted her head slightly. With the sorry excuse for a mask covering the skin around her eyes and the bridge of her nose, she was supposed to feel a sense of hidden identity. She was supposed to let the facade overwhelm her, but tonight, it was not.

“If you want it, come and take it.” Her voice was huskier, a little deeper than usual. It was her way of trying to disguise her voice. She hadn’t really thought all of this through, lurking in the shadows for Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be something where she crossed paths with anyone. Hell, she didn’t even want these powers anymore. They were becoming more and more of a nuisance.

With a subtle twist into the nearest corner, she disappeared in a puff of dark dust, leaving it to swirl into nothingness. Just like that, she was across the room, hiding again and taking in another vantage point of this strange woman.

“Who are you?”

[el-mayara]

“Oh, I’m hurt.” Morgana tilts her head to the side and pouts, turning in the direction of Acrata’s voice. “I thought we were friends.”

Lena hadn’t known who Acrata really was, but Morgana has a lifetime’s worth of experience spying and finding information from the oddest of places. It’s not hard to put it together if you know what to look for. It’s entirely possible that someone else comes out to play when Andrea wears the mask, just like Morgana is in control now. Lena is still there in the back of Morgana’s mind, struggling for agency, and it’s almost cute how hard she tries.

Almost.

“Well. Not my friend,” she amends, tipping her head in the other direction as her eyes flare gold, scanning the room. “But Lena’s friend. Then again, you did lie to her. Maybe you’re not her friend after all.”