pari

as pure as the stars.

[inmoonsblood]

FROM PARI, nineteen, college student, south asian, irregular activity & multifandom ⊹ ˙ .

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[inmoonsblood]

pretty sad for a girl so in love kara zor el x bat!vigilante!reader

you and kara, told through olivia rodrigo's, you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love.

✸ 1 - drop dead : you've had a crush on kara zor-el for a few months, and you fully believe nothing will come out of it, until it's after the first mission the both of you have together and kara invites you for a drink on a red sun planet.

✸ 2 - stupid song : a week after kara kisses you and takes you home, you spiral thinking about her because all of it feels insane. luckily, kara arrives just in time to curb all your worries.

on going series <3

[inmoonsblood]

stupid song : kara zor el

1.5k words, kara zor-el x fem!reader , making out, heavily suggestive so 16+ please, there's some random flashbacks to smut , vigilante!reader, implied bat!reader, reader is high, a lot of internal monologue ramblings, reader is not sure what to define this relationship as and neither am i, mentions of weed & sex.

synopsis: a week after kara kisses you and takes you home, you spiral thinking about her because all of it feels insane. luckily, kara arrives just in time to curb all your worries.

notes: part 2 of the you seem so pretty for a girl so in love series! i had a lot of fun reading this but also lowkey makes so sense . just keep in mind whenever the reader is spiralling you're supposed to be hungover!

part one / series masterlist

Gotham has always been a dreary city. 

The sun doesn’t shine for more than half a year, it stinks and- it rains so much and there is always a lingering feeling that someone is about to jump you no matter what time it is. Recently, however, it seems as though someone has draped a blue screen over it with how blue it looks. 

Your friends, to their credit, take in the mood you’re in and try. They drag you to a party, hoping that alcohol and weed is able to lift your spirits.

All the girls at the party are so cool, you feel a bit silly but you can’t help seeing Kara in all of them. Kara with her smug grin, and her honest confessions, and the way she kissed you at that red sun planet a week ago. 

There’s a blunt that’s being passed in the bathroom, maybe the fourth of the fifth one, you’re not sure. All you know is that you kissed your best friend’s cheek goodbye once the weed had taken over. Maybe it’s a bit stupid, walking around Gotham at the ass crack of dawn high off your ass, but something feels so alive. 

You’ve never felt more free before right now, even as your thoughts go back to last week, and not very sane thoughts.

The way Kara whispered in your ear as her fingers curled in you, the way she kissed down your shaking thighs, the way her eyes squeezed shut when your mouth teased her—Breathe. 

You need to breathe. 

Your mind wanders again as your eyes open and you grin at the lamp post—how much did you smoke again? What does Kara say when she speaks of you? To Clark? To her friends? Even to Krypto? You wonder if it’s good. If she talks about you with the same light in her eyes that she has when she’s talking to you. Maybe she does, maybe she has the same smile that she has with you when she’s talking to everyone. 

Maybe Kara kisses every girl like that, against the door of the bathroom and then against the door of her ship. Maybe she kisses down their necks while her fingers trail up their thighs and maybe she holds them up and calls them beautiful as they come apart for her and—

God why is it so hot? 

You tug off the shawl  you had wrapped around yourself as you finally decide to stumble home. Somewhere, you’re vaguely aware that someone is watching you—the Bat trained you, of course you can feel eyes behind your back—but unfortunately, you’re too high to care; not to mention if they wanted to do something they could have, so you don’t really care.

Instead, you open the door to your apartment, absentmindedly walking in, straight to your bedroom. You plop down on the bed, falling asleep, still in your dress and your high heels. On the kitchen counter, there’s dinner that was sent to you, but you did not eat it. Outside your house, the cape flutters, and you’re not sure if the lips brushing your forehead and the hands taking your heels off are real or a dream. 

꩜

You wake up the next morning feeling frustrated. 

There’s an ache in between your legs, and you groan because of the hungover headache that you can feel starting to form. You hear something in your kitchen and you immediately perk up.

Your heels are gone when you do, and that alerts you, making you reach out for the batarang. Just as you grab it, you see someone come inside your room and immediately the weapon flies from your hand. 

It’s Kara. She catches it.

You groan as you fall back to the bed, defences lowered seeing as though it’s just her—embarrassingly the reason you woke up frustrated. It’s the dream, really, because Kara was kissing you again and you were on the bed and she had that smug grin and her low voice and god you need a second. 

“Fun night?” she asks, walking up to you. 

“Shut up.”

Kara snickers and sits down next to you, laying down as she tugs you to her side. You need to cover your blush—because is this a thing now? Are you two a thing now? Oh my god—but you don’t resist it. Instead you let your head fall to her shoulder as you exhale.

“Jesus,” you mutter.

“Yeah, you were giggling at a lamppost yesterday,” Kara replies, flicking your nose. “And moving around a lot in your sleep. Had a nice dream?”

You feel your face warm up again—because no way are you telling her about your dream. Instead, you latch onto the lamppost comment, because wait. It clicks in your mind as you get up, slightly hovering above Kara now. “You were the one staring at me when I was walking home!”

Much to your dismay, Kara laughs again, tugging you back down so she can kiss your nose this time. “You didn’t even notice,” she teases, “I’ve been here since last night.”

And then, inexplicably, something in her gaze softens. “Your dinner was on the counter, I reheated it for you.”

Oh. “You didn’t have to,” you mutter, “I would have reached home fine.”

“Wanted to,” she mutters, lifting you so you both are sitting. Kara tugs you in her lap. “Missed you, pretty.”

Oh.

“Missed you too,” you reply back, your arms coming up to her neck. You probably don’t look pretty—you don’t feel it for sure, not with the hangover and the ruined makeup you fell asleep in—but something about the way she said it makes you not argue and just be. 

Just exist in this moment, just like Kara is. 

Kara grins at you, her hand trailing up your thigh and your heart picks up again. You hate that she knows because her grin turns smug and she presses you to her, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Go freshen up, stinky,” she teases you, “you look like hell.”

You roll your eyes. “Well you said I looked pretty.” 

“You’re always pretty to me,” her eyes turn so soft that you don’t know what to do, and all you can do is get up and walk to the bathroom and Kara slaps your ass and you laugh as you flip her off, but the second the door closes you take a deep breath in.

A week of Kara not being there. A week of you perking up any time Bruce mentioned her, any time a report of Supergirl slipped into your desk—curtsey of your sister, who noticed how down you seemed because of course she did—a week of feeling insane, like you’ve fallen for someone you just met and hooked up with once and now she’s here.

Stayed over. Tucked you in at night. Reheated your skipped meal. Waiting for you outside. 

How are you supposed to be normal after this? How can you pretend you don’t want her, that this isn’t the most you’ve felt about someone in so long? You can’t—that’s the problem, because every second you’ve spent after that god forsaken mission has been consumed with thoughts of her, dreams of her, images of her. Thoughts of Kara and Krypto as you see a dog that runs around at the park, barking at everyone, having to hold your head high and not show any physical reaction because how can you explain this?

You dream of her at night, you stare outside the window and whine to your best friend who can’t know the full story, so she just nods sadly and gets you drunk because that’s her way of loving you. Just like Kara’s is being present—something you two spoke about at that bar. Something you know of. 

Still, it terrifies you; so much, so soon. 

“Trouble, you good?” Kara’s voice calls out to you and your mouth twists into a grin at the nickname. She deemed you that before, during the mission and then at her ship while she kissed you, and honestly you don’t care enough to know why as long as it’s her saying it. 

“Yeah, give me a second!” You yell back, starting the shower as you peel your dress. 

The insanity will go away. Maybe. Hopefully. Right now, all that matters is that Kara’s here and she seems to want you as much as you want her. Worrying about it right now won’t fix anything, you can worry about it later, when she’s not here, when your time together isn’t this precious. 

So you open the door slightly, looking at Kara who is scrolling on her phone, lying down on your bed like she owns it. “Wanna join me, supercutie?” 

Kara’s laugh is immediate and the next second the door is locked and you’re being kissed against your shower tiles. 

Yeah, thinking can definitely wait. 

[inmoonsblood]

hi! erm so

based on this request i'm writing a series for kara based off olivia's new album you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love. part 1 is drop dead, and it'll follow the songs chronologically! if you would like to be tagged you can either reply to this post or send in an ask

drop dead is mostly unspecified reader, however the rest of the series will have bat!reader, i hope you guys love it as much as i do <3

i have two questions mainly, for the second part of the album (sad one) would you guys like ex!kara x ex!reader or a flashback into reader's ex relationships as she tells kara about it?

<3

ex!kara

flashbacks!

Voting ended onJul 31

either way . i hope you guys enjoy it because i have had stupid song on repeat for the entire day as i write. updates will be extremely inconsistent and might take a while but i am determined to finish this!!

any thoughts, feel free to send it in :3

[mcrdvcks]

hello, i'm back with a thought about kara because of this tweet i saw.

warnings/tags: implied fem!reader, no use of y/n, implied smut but nothing graphic

——— ˗ˏˋ ✮ ˎˊ˗ ———

Kara’s hand stayed loose on top of your head afterward, just resting there while you kissed slowly back up her stomach. She was still breathing hard, cheeks flushed, blonde hair a mess against the pillow, and when you lifted your head to look at her, she blinked at you like she’d forgotten how to speak for a second.

“Don’t look so proud of yourself,” she muttered, though her voice came out too soft to make it convincing.

You smiled, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb. “I’m allowed to be proud. You got loud.”

Kara’s eyes narrowed, but there was no real bite in it. She sat up on her elbows, tugged you closer by the front of your shirt, and caught your chin between her fingers before you could tease her again. Her gaze flicked down to your mouth, dark and warm, and then she leaned in, slow enough to make your stomach dip. “You missed a spot,” she said.

Before you could ask where, her tongue dragged over your lower lip, tasting herself there with a pleased little hum that went straight through you. She didn’t make it rushed or dramatic; she just held your chin and cleaned you up like she had every right to, her mouth brushing yours between lazy strokes until you were the one getting quiet.

“Kara,” you breathed, half warning, half plea.

“Mhm?” She smiled against your mouth, entirely too smug now, then gave the tip of your nose a quick little boop with her finger.

You stared at her. “Did you seriously just do that?”

“Yeah,” she said, brushing your cheek with ridiculous tenderness, like she hadn’t just made your knees weak for the second time in ten minutes. “You looked cute.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“I know.” Kara kissed your forehead, lingering there with a softness that made the room feel warmer. When she pulled back, her thumb stroked once along your jaw, and her mouth curved again. “C'mere, I’m not done with you.”

[inmoonsblood]

Could you do a kara x f!reader based on Drop Dead or Stupid Song by olivia rodrigo?

drop dead ; kara zor el

1.7k words , kara zor-el x fem!reader , making out , vigilante!reader (i wrote it with bat!reader in mind but nothing's mentioned), first kiss , drunk kissing , reader has a crush on kara , reader is a HUGE nerd

synopsis : you've had a crush on kara zor-el for a few months, and you fully believe nothing will come out of it, until it's after the first mission the both of you have together and kara invites you for a drink on a red sun planet.

notes : drunk people . kissing !! i actually am very fond of this one, tysm anon for the req and i hope i did it justice <3 i would actually love to write for stupid song too, but no promises. anyways, same rules as always, i hope you enjoyed this <3

part two / series masterlist

The bar closes at two in the morning.

A fact that you’re well aware of, if only because of the patrons warning you and a very drunk Kara about this an hour in advance. Sadly, time starts to slip away from the grasp of consciousness as the space whiskey finally sets in, deep into your bones and you’re laughing alongside the Supergirl that got you here in the first place.

On a red sun planet. Far away from your home. 

It doesn’t matter, though, because Kara’s shooting down another drink and somehow you’ve landed up with your legs on her lap, sitting too close. You don’t want to move—even though you probably should because this is your first time fighting alongside her and it feels like a bad impression waiting to stick on your bones, but Kara doesn’t seem to want you to move either with the way she’s gripping onto your calves. As you shoot down another drink, Kara’s hands start to trail up and up, near your thighs, not sexual, just massaging them. 

You would be lying if you said you weren’t a little starstruck with Superman’s cousin, especially after everything you’ve read up on her in her file—yes she has her own file that documents her known adventures. It’s a little cool. Cool enough that the quiet admiration turned into a tiny crush that resulted in you collecting newspaper clippings about Supergirl’s recent adventures on Earth, that your siblings would always tease you about until you learned to hide them: just in case they ended up meeting her too, just in case you two were paired up for a mission and she walked you home at the dead of night. 

Yet, when you actually meet Kara, she’s everything you imagined and so much better (more too, but that was expected; people are always more than what you expect). You would also be lying if you said that you weren’t nervous about going on a mission with your literal crush, but surprisingly it goes well. Extremely well. Well enough that she offers to buy you drinks on a red sun planet where she can also get drunk. 

All the nervous energy has disappeared by the third shot that burns your throat, replaced by dropping subtle hints that you’re into Kara (that include staring at her lips, moving closer to her, propping your legs on her lap, and so many more things you’ve done but can’t remember).

By your sixth shot, Kara realises that the bar is about to close and she nudges your thigh as you make a face at her. Because this feels so good, you two are laughing and talking about growing up and living up to family expectations and what it means to the both of you—but simultaneously discussing how the colour Orange is stupid and the fruit should be named something else and tangerines shouldn’t exist or while the number Eight might be a bisexual woman, the number Seven is a straight man. 

You don’t want to leave. Kara has created this bubble around the two of you, and you’ve never felt this warm in such a long time. 

“Come on, pretty,” Kara says with an airy laugh, words slurred slightly—still, definitely holding up better than you—”I wanna go pee, come with me.” She too, it seems, doesn’t want to leave your side.

Girl code, it seems, is universal, because you’re not letting her go to the bathroom alone when you’re both drunk. It’s less that you’re worried something’s going to happen and more of just a social instinct (and you kinda want to discuss that with her too, because what does Kara think about the way you two are socialised? Oh my god, you have so much that you want to know about her—away from Supergirl. Away from being a certain archetype. Just Kara). 

You stumble slightly once you reach the bathroom, leaning against the wall as Kara goes to take a piss. Your eyes are closed—and you cannot open them—until you hear the flush of a stall behind you and the tap being turned on. You open your eyes to Kara washing her hands. She immediately smiles when her eyes meet your half lidded ones and her grin makes you grin too, wide and uncaring. 

You reach out to her, and Kara takes your hand after she wipes it on her pants. The song from the bar—now a slow one to encourage people to leave—is bleeding through the walls of the club and for some reason it feels weirdly magical and romantic, like this is a dream that you’ve imagined. 

Kara walks closer to you, her hands trailing to your waist when you sway and that makes you laugh out loud, head clunking against the wall with a dull thud! that makes Kara look at you in concern and pull you away from the wall. This makes you stumble into her, leading to your hands resting on her shoulders, and close. So close.

You’re laughing again, this time, a finger slowly tracing the lines of her face right now, like you can memorise the amusement in her eyes to recreate in your dreams.  “Are you a dream right now?” You say with a giggle as your other arm hangs off her shoulder now. “Because,” your words are so slurred oh my god, “you definitely feel like one?”

“Wanna put money on it?” Kara asks, all charming and glamorous (wow is this what having a crush does to you?) despite her slurred words, as she pulls you closer now, both of you almost pressed up against each other.

“No, I’ve spent too much of yours tonight. You’re not earning it back from me.”

At your words, Kara snorts. “Well, by that logic you know I'm not a dream.”

You kind of want to argue because that makes no sense, but the slow song playing in the background makes any arguments die down in your throat and you suddenly sway the both of you on purpose—the super strong Supergirl is just human underneath the red sun, after all, might as well take advantage of it. Besides, it makes Kara laugh.

One particularly harsh swing catches her off guard as she tries to match your momentum, causing the both of you to stumble, and as she tries to make sure the both of you don’t faceplant on the floor—and not because she doesn’t want to be laying down with you, but because the floor is kinda disgusting—somehow, you end up pressed up against the bathroom wall, with Kara almost caging you in. 

What in the fucking Hallmark movie? 

Kara doesn’t seem to care—or mind your flustered expression—she just has her hands return to your waist, with her actually pressing you up to the wall this time. Her drunken smile is gone, and she’s staring at you with a weird concentration in her eyes like this is her trying to memorise you. Like you’re not the only one with a weird infatuation that has reached a boiling point. 

You really can’t think, though, because she looks so gorgeous like this. Her blue eyes are trying to capture every inch of your face as though she’s never going to be this up close with you again—which is ridiculous, if it was up to your drunken self you two would always be this close—and her thumb is brushing against your waist. You could just look back into her eyes and grin, play it off cool, totally try to stick to the platonic and safe side of this woman you’ve met literally once before in your life but it’s something about her that makes you drop another—and final—hint. 

You look at her lips, where she can clearly see it. Where she can’t hide behind the excuse of ‘she didn’t know’ if this were to ever come up in the future. It’s a final play, a silent way of asking Kara to make the move because you’ve put all your cards on the table.  

You’re both drunk. You both met on a mission earlier. You both spent the last four hours talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You really want Kara Zor-El, Supergirl, to kiss you right now. 

And the second your eyes flicker back to hers, she closes the gap. 

A few months ago, when you first started looking into Supergirl, you had a dream of Kara kissing you. Of her sliding a hand into your hair and tugging your head to deepen it, of her other hand pressing you against a wall as you two makeout. The dream kiss was so good that it woke you up feeling empty in a way you had never before, but right now?

The real kiss is so much better. 

Kara doesn’t immediately lick into your mouth—no, she takes her time like she wants to drag everything out, like she’s trying to retain this memory by focusing on the extremely small details. But when it happens, when her tongue finally meets your lips, with Kara pulling away slightly so she can lick them properly? Your brain short circuits, because you want more. More of her, as much as she will give you, as long as this magic lasts but she doesn’t fucking let you and it is annoying until her hand cups your jaw and her tongue finally meets yours. 

The hand on your jaw traces alongside it, reaching up to your chin as Kara doesn’t let you break the kiss. Her other hand roams your waist, pressing you further into her like she never wants you to leave. You pull away to breathe for a second but Kara doesn’t let you fully have your second of oxygen, instead she chases your lips, this time actually pressing you up to the wall. 

Finally, the barkeep bangs on the washroom. “Closing for the night,” she yells, “if you’re left here you’re locked up!”

Kara pulls away, resting her forehead against yours as the both of you breathe heavily, still grabbing onto each other, still unwilling to let go. 

“Stay the night?” she asks you, voice hoarse from the drinks. “Don’t go back to Earth. Stay with me.”

Well, what else can you do but nod?

[inmoonsblood]

my girl - kara zor-el

1.1k words , kara zor-el x fem!reader , suggestive (16+) , implied vigilante!reader , established relationship , reader mentioned to be chatty and mouthy (like once) , reader wears a dress .

synopsis: kara finds out something very interesting about you and how you react when she says the words 'my girl' ; aka pari self indulging for a thousand words straights (not) because i need her so viciously.

notes: this is . fully self indulgent and also very gay because . i am very gay. erm, yes, this movie has revived me and my will to write but i have no idea how long it's going to last so please enjoy! as usual, expect grammar mistakes bc i do not have a beta reader and in true wattpad girl fashion english is not my first language.

The first time it happened, Kara honestly thought it was a fluke.   

Your breath hitched and your heartbeat picked up the second she called you “my girl” but you never said anything about it, so naturally, Kara assumed it was the hand on your waist and her lips on your neck.

She didn’t think much of it; honestly, all she could think of at that point was the way you leaned into her and your voice calling out her name—like it was the only thing you could say. So she went back to kissing along your neck, not really thinking about the specific words at all.

The second time it happened, the two of you were arguing about something stupid. Something along the lines about you getting hurt and Kara dropping her post on the mission to come and rescue you. And it isn’t that you’re not grateful—as you try to tell her in the middle of the screaming match—it’s just that she can’t keep leaving her post during an active mission for you. 

Kara yelled back, “Well I don’t care! If my girl is getting fucking shot at, I’m going to run to her—”

She cut herself off as she narrowed her eyes at you, because Kara is always perceptive, especially when it comes to you, and she heard the spike in your heartbeat again, and the way your eyes widened very slightly—almost unnoticeable to the human eye—and your breathing got shallower. 

But there’s still not a lot Kara could do about it that time because it was only for a second and then you were yelling at her about how you could take care of yourself again and she had to push that out of her mind. 

Really—the third time it happens is when Kara can actually take advantage of it and actually push the limits to see how far your little . . . quirk can go. And of course she does exactly that; why not see her baby get all flustered over her? 

Clark is hosting a stupid barbeque and for once Kara attends because it’s her stupid cousin’s birthday, and she can be nice (sometimes). Of course, she drags you with her, because she doesn’t want to be there, she just wants to be home with you. Of course, you look gorgeous in a long floral dress. Of course, Kara has to physically stop herself from touching you all the time because Clark is right there and she really doesn’t want to deal with his nagging.

Like all events that include Clark, this one includes a lot of socialising. A lot of introductions of herself as Kara Danvers, Clark’s cousin from Smallville. The only thing that makes it tolerable is the fact that you’re there, smiling and nodding along and every time someone asks who you are, Kara can grab your waist and tug you closer and introduce you as “my girl.”

This time, slight hitch in your breath, the pickup of your heartbeat and the way you try to suppress your blush is very evident and there’s very little distracting her from it. And yeah, Kara is having the time of her life watching you try to hide it from her, even though she’s literally got superhearing. Especially as you cough behind your arm as her thumb brushes against your waist, or when you quickly volunteer to help Lois any time you catch her staring at you.

It’s very close to the best thing ever: watching her normally composed and mouthy girl turn into a stumbling mess because of her, because of two words that she mutters like it’s habit—because that’s what it started off as. Of course, she’d call you her girl, that’s what you are (alongside with pretty girl, pretty baby, her gorgeous baby, her sweet girl and so so many more that Kara has not stopped taking advantage of).

It’s a little funny—very funny to Kara—how that’s all it takes (yes, Clark is side-eyeing her with his stupid ‘omg my cousin’s in love’ grin. No, she does not give a shit).

As the night begins to finally wind down, with most of the guests either leaving or choosing to get wine drunk with Lois, it’s very easy for Kara to corner you at the kitchen as you’re putting some of the dishes away so that her cousin has one less task to deal with after everyone’s gone (and she won’t admit it, but seeing you do something for her family? That tugs on her heart strings and makes her smile want to kiss you stupid).

You’re near the cabinet when Kara suddenly appears behind you, hands caging you in with her chest pressed into your back. She kisses along your neck, starting at the base and making her way up to your ear. You’re already blushing, breathing gotten shallower, as you lean into her embrace, letting go of the plates so you don’t accidentally drop them. But then her hands move to your waist, gripping them and her mouth moves to your ear, and in that low voice of hers that she knows you love, she whispers:

“How’s my girl doing?”

And Kara can feel the way you freeze. With the way your breathing staggers and your heart rate picks up and she has to hide her absolutely jovial smirk with another kiss against your neck. 

“What?” she asks again, “cat got your tongue?” 

You can’t do anything, really. You’re caged in between the counter top and your way too smug girlfriend right now, with another super with super-hearing literally not that far away. You really don’t want to give anything away more than you already have, because this little secret of yours is out of the bag.

“Kara,” you say, tone a bit bashful as you try to stand up straight. She doesn’t let you, of course, pulling you back into her. 

“Yeah?” she mutters again, kisses on your neck resuming. 

“Clark—” You try to remind her that her cousin also has super hearing and you really don’t want him to catch you two getting frisky in his kitchen, but it seems like your girlfriend doesn’t really care right now.

“Not my name, baby,” she says as she bites your earlobe, slowly dragging her teeth down. “Or is my girl suddenly shy? Hmm?”

There it is again—those two words. Your absolute undoing. Kara isn’t sure if they’ll have an effect on you right now, with the neck kissing and the teasing, but she’s pleasantly surprised when you shudder and close your eyes, like out of everything else it’s those two words that get to you the most.

Clark calls her name out, and she takes a step back, still with the biggest shit eating grin on her face. Doesn’t matter if her cousin’s found you two out, doesn’t matter if she had to stop this show—because now she knows exactly what gets you, and god save you because Kara Zor-El is about to use that weakness. 

If only confirmed by her quick kiss and a promise for taking care of her girl later tonight at home.

Yeah, you’re cooked. 

[inmoonsblood]

how the kara zor el (movie vers.) fics are reviving the urge to write in me right now . um anyway! if u guys have any ideas pls drop them, i don't promise to get back but lowk, the gayness has to be combatted

(maybe i'll get to my half completed series sometime . maybe in this lifetime . pls i'm sorry)

[delulupunk]

Interest check for 150 followers event!!!

Hiya everyone! Thank you so much for your support this last month, it means so much to me!!! Therefore, I’ve decided to run a Valentine’s Day 1 week event!

This is just an interest check and to see how you’d prefer the event to be ran!

Valentine’s day special

Yes- You send requests I pick randomly (I will write all requests after event)

Yes- I create all the prompts you choose the characters

Yes- You create the prompts I choose the characters

No- Not interested

Voting ended onJan 14

Please reblog to help me get a good idea of how much interest there is!!

[jasonsjupiter]

hi lovelies!! it’s mina / @thekentfiles

so basically, i got hacked and now i can’t access my old account, which i’m so so mad about :(

this is now my new main account, so please come back n join, i’m gonna continue posting all my writings here, spread the word that i’ve changed blogs if you can and please PLEASE block my old account so no one falls for the same scam 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

tagging my mutuals: @pluvoia @crushcunt @urlitttlevenicebitch @pinksplace @blushhbambi @ahqkas @edawgz @kentblvd @forzalando @katsu28

[udiudijaye]

the amazing @clarknsun had her account deleted, go follow her again!

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ok! i'm unsure about how the oc audience on tumblr is, however i've done this silly thing where i've returned to the BANE of my existence (wattpad) to write about my silly ocs, so please! if that's your think you can find my book (and account) here!

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if you feel far from god, who moved?

in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!

send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!

here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write — ✸

5th - a dying fire (tim drake)

7th - thin blankets (luke castellan)

9th - a storm (dick grayson)

10th - the old oak tree (luke castellan)

11th - the scar (bruce wayne)

13th - broken glass (leo valdez)

15th - a crying kiss (open)

16th - running water (jason todd)

18th - barbed wire (dick grayson)

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thin blankets (nepenthe ii)

pre tlt-tlo. luke castellan x child of a nemesis!reader. 1.6k words.

synopsis: children of the minor gods go through hell at camp. how long can one take until they break?

warnings: mentions of luke and reader making out and eventually doing other stuff, reader is said to be the eldest out of their siblings, kind of toxic situationship between luke and reader. major book easter eggs. not much of luke x reader, more of just the reader

note: technically, this is a continuation of nepenthe, which was set up to be a prologue. will i continue it? mostly, once i'm done with my prompt event postings and if i get enough time to do so! hope y'all like it :)

You stare at the blankets in cabin 11 with a clear disdain. New campers were added, more were claimed by Hermes—y’know, the original parent of the cabin—and as a consequence of that, all the unclaimed and the children of the minor gods got new blankets. But it seems like Mr. D cut out the budget because these new blankets don’t even feel like blankets, they’re just paper. 

You turn to your sister as she looks back at you in defeat. Why would you be surprised? This is how we’re treated. Get used to it. It feels like a slap on your face, your younger sister asking you to leave something that affects them. You won’t. How can you? Nemesis didn’t mother you for nothing, revenge nor justice lies dormant if it must achieve something, if someone yearns to honour it, and sometimes these yearnings scare you, because with the observations you’ve made? Maybe you could burn your home down to ashes if you truly wanted to, maybe that’s what this camp deserves and gods, only then will the half bloods live equal. Olympus is the problem—

You gasp. That did not sound like your fucking voice in your head. Looking around, a few kids are staring at you while others ignore you as usual and you think, maybe it was someone else. With the chaos? It could be. Taking a deep breath you walk away from cabin eleven, away from everyone there, away from camp and right into the woods (technically barred, but really, who’s going to look for the daughter of Nemesis? Even if you die, Ethan’s there to take your place as the eldest child—not that it really matters anyway, all the children of the minor gods fall under the jurisdiction of the Hermes cabin, so Luke Castellan is counted as your counsellor.

Speaking of Luke, your feet stop by a tree with a dagger embedded halfway into it as a consequence of your first spar with him. The expression on your face remains blank as you trace over the design, the dagger is a simple one taken from the inventory of camp and yet it’s been almost six months since it was put there. Now it’s a mere marker, nothing more, of where you and Luke meet during the night time to try to forget camp and the imbalance of it all.

It’s like you’ve ended up in a maze of unfortunate coincidences as a pair of arms lock around your waist and pull you closer to the body of your offender. Just as you’re about to grab the dagger and force it out of the tree for any semblance of a defence (because in the middle of everything you forgot your current weapon), a pair of lips kiss behind your ear before whispering there, “Caught you.” 

Immediately your body relaxes as you realise it’s just Luke. Well, you don’t know about Mr. D but that motherfucker is definitely going to hear it from you about all of this today. 

You shove him away from you and glare at him. “Castellan.”

“Spitfire.”

His smirk is as infuriating as it is attractive and gods, you want to kiss it off his face right now, but unfortunately it looks like the smirk exists because he managed to creep up on you and if you kiss him now it will definitely be followed by taunts and extra training for the next week or so because, “I’m serious. What if it wasn’t me? What if it was a monster?” So instead the next best alternative is to pick a fight with the man that has all the power to make your life a living hell.

“Don’t give me that, what’s up with the new blankets?”

The look Luke gives you is akin to one of confusion and that just fuels your rage. You laugh, stumbling back to sit at the roots of your tree. “In your own cabin, and yet you don’t know? They replaced our blankets—ours being the children of the minor gods—with the most wafer-y blankets to ever exist and took the ones with any semblance of thickness to your new siblings,” promptly you ignore the way Luke’s jaw clenches at the mention of siblings, “and the unclaimed.” Because what if they’re the children of Olympians? 

Luke’s silence worries you for a brief second but then he reaches out and tucks in a strand of your hair behind your ear before pulling you in for a kiss. He’s never nice about it, a reminder that you’re not his in any way—not a girlfriend, not someone he wants—but regardless, he likes you right now and you might as well milk it. The kiss brings the promise of your siblings getting the old blankets back somehow even though that’s not what you want, it’s what always comes with his kisses after an argument like this, where you tell him of something unjust that happened. Luke gets you the fairness in a way that increases the imbalance but he doesn’t care: he’ll treat you like a prize until his attraction fades, you don’t even want to consider the after.

When he pulls away, he cups your face and there’s something dark in the corner of his eyes. Something is off with Luke. This isn’t the normal trade off the two of you have, and briefly, within you, the bells of revenge echo. He would stand with you, something tells you, if you were to take revenge from camp. Fulfil your role and make your mother proud. Exact vengeance. 

The voice sounds similar to the one that had invaded your mind at the cabin, but this time it talks to your heart and almost every bone of your body agrees. And yet it feels wrong to take revenge on your home. After all, retribution and balance can only be achieved in its own time, and logically you have no power to bend the scales in your favour. 

The whole world goes silent in the next second, though, as Luke pushes you up against the tree and nips at your neck. This time, your camp shirt comes off with his, and all of a sudden power imbalances don’t matter for a brief second. The world quiets down until no one else but you and Luke exist, the cold of the forest is forgotten when his body touches yours, and for a moment, you would deal with the paper blankets if it meant Luke stayed with you, stayed this close to you.

✸.

Later that night, you find your blanket replaced with the previous one. Not just yours, but Ethan and your other siblings share the same news, but it’s only the children of Nemesis who get this. Something switches in Ethan too, but you cannot focus on that, instead you stagger out of the cabin again, finding Luke in the training area.

“Luke.”

“Come on, Spitfire. Is nothing I do enough for you?” He tells you when he sees the blanket in your hands. 

“This—this isn’t what I meant. Balance—”

“I can’t save everyone when I’m here, you know. The children of the minor gods will always keep getting blindsided.”

You bite your tongue. Luke could, very well, change some of that within camp limits if he wished to. Something as simple as more inclusion during training sessions, or even acknowledgement to the elder children’s experience would work. It wouldn’t undo it completely, but it would help. Despite this, you know Luke won’t, simply because it isn’t serving him any personal gain. The treatment for your siblings is less out of the goodness in his heart and more about the love you hold for them and his knowledge that as long as he’s good to them, you’ll keep coming back.

“Fine.” You take a step back when he approaches you. You don’t want a repeat of this morning right now. “But I’m giving my blanket to Lou-Ellen right now, she’s got a cold and it isn’t going away.” The truth is, you’re not even sure if the Apollo cabin honestly tried for this, the importance given to anyone who isn’t a child of an Olympian is negligible. You don’t think it’s intentional, but it doesn’t stop it from happening, and right now your only hope is Luke. 

Luke, who isn’t happy with your move. He grunts before going back to training, muttering under his breath, “you’ll see what I mean soon enough.”

With shaky hands, you go back to cabin 11 and give your blanket to Lou-Ellen, taking her paper blanket with you. She smiles and promises you of a favour she will do in return and you nod, walking out of the cabin again.

The special treatment of the Nemesis children will not go unnoticed much longer, and you have just sped up that process. 

Gripping the paper blanket, you walk to the makeshift altar your siblings and yourself made for your mother. Nemesis isn’t the nicest mother, nor is she the most empathetic, but one thing is clear she always pays her debts. Good or bad. You throw the blanket on it and make a promise.

The children of the minor gods need to unite if they have any chance at surviving at Camp Half Blood, and despite what Luke tells you, you will try your level best to give them a fighting chance. 

That night, you fall asleep without your blanket, but the next morning you wake up warm regardless. A blanket with the initials ‘L.C’ rests upon you, and unknowingly you snuggle into it, still half asleep. 

Luke gives you a small smile, muttering to himself how cute you are.

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YOURE ALIVE (also i loved the tim fic)

I'M ALIVE!!!!!!!!! ELLE MY LOVE MY HEART MY SOUL YOURE ALIVE

[inmoonsblood]

if you feel far from god, who moved?

in the light of a new rise in my motivation as well as the time to do something about it, i want to write more and i also have zero idea what to write about, so here's a list of prompts i took from pinterest! * they are not mine, credit goes to whoever they belong to!

send in characters for these prompts (example: luke castellan + 5, etc) + any other external requests you have!

here's a list of characters i write for & what i will/won't write — ✸

5th - a dying fire (tim drake)

7th - thin blankets (luke castellan)

9th - a storm (dick grayson)

10th - the old oak tree (luke castellan)

11th - the scar (bruce wayne)

13th - broken glass (leo valdez)

15th - a crying kiss (open)

16th - running water (jason todd)

18th - barbed wire (dick grayson)

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really pissed at everything rn :’) my laptop died on me and writing on my phone is a bit tough, so things will be delayed. i’m so sorry for anyone waiting, i’ll try my best for it not to be

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a dying fire officially sparked my passion to write for the christmas season, i'm in love !!! darling your account is so magical i'd love u be mutuals <33

would 100% love to <3 i'm so glad it did, can't wait to see what u write!