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coralsillustrations · 4 years
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I love drawing them like this...
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nightmare-xy · 4 years
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Fall
Doing this by the prompt of Supercorptober2020 by @kmsdraws
Let’s see how many art I could make throughout the month. Um... maybe not that many.
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sheltereredturtle · 3 years
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Day 31: Spooky👻 Supercorptober2020!
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mrsluthordanvers · 4 years
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Day 1: Fall
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“There you are.” Kara mumbles sleepily as she pulls the balcony door open and slips outside. “I was wondering where you disappeared to.”
Lena turns to smile over her shoulder as warm arms wrap around her waist, snuggling in tight.
“Good morning sleepy head.”
“Good morning.” Kara whispers as she hooks her chin over Lena’s shoulder, sighing with content as they look out over the city together. “You seem happy this morning.”
“Do I not normally seem happy?” Lena asks fighting back a smile.
“You do.” Kara breathes as she kisses the slope of Lena’s shoulder. “There’s just something different today.”
Lena hums but doesn’t reply as she leans back into Kara’s embrace and takes a sip of tea.
“The air’s changing.” Lena admits quietly, breaking the silence.
“The air’s changing?” Kara clarifies, her brow furrowing.
“Yes.” Lena takes a deep breath as she closes her eyes. “Can’t you feel it?”
Kara pulls back to look at Lena’s profile. Her hair haloed in the morning light, pulling out the red-brown hues in her hair. Her face smooth and serene as she turns slightly into the weak sun, highlighting her sharp jaw. Kara stares at her a beat longer, memorizing the moment before she hooks her chin back over her shoulder and closes her eyes.
It takes her a moment to reach out with her senses. Focusing on the woman in her arms. How her hands rise and fall slightly with every breath Lena takes until her own breathing is slowing to match. Another deep breath in, and Kara notices it. The air is crisper somehow, suddenly devoid of National City’s usual mugginess. The scent has changed too. There’s something different about it that Kara can’t quite put a finger on.
Slowly, each carefully built wall starts to come down until Kara can feel the heat radiating between their bodies. A shudder from the trees in the street below kicks up a small gust of wind that makes the hair on her arms stand on end. There’s a coolness to it that wasn’t there before that isn’t entirely unpleasant. It makes her want to burrow further into Lena, so she does. Her arms tightening as she tucks her nose into the space just behind Lena’s jaw, inhaling the scent of her shampoo.
“Can you feel it now?” Lena asks without opening her eyes.
Kara nods against her neck, wishing she had her cape to wrap around them so they can stay like this a little longer.
“I love fall.” Lena whispers, her voice a little breathy.
“It’s when National City feels the most like home.” Lena admits, her voice bordering on nostalgic.
The sound of it pulls Kara from her hiding place to watch Lena. Her eyelashes fluttering as she imagines another time, another place.
“Metropolis?” Kara ask quietly, not wanting to break the moment. Entirely unprepared for the way Lena’s eyes blink open as she turns towards her. Eyes soft with moisture, and so green they make Kara’s knees buckle.
“No.” Lena shakes her head with a sad smile. “Ireland.”
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imthenatynat · 4 years
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Day 7 Yellow
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kmsdraws · 4 years
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SUPERCORPTOBER 2020 IS HERE!
Artists, writers and creators of Supercorp content, here are your prompts for Supercorptober 2020. Create as little or as much as you want throughout October using the daily prompts and don't forget to use the hashtag. Have fun! ❤💙
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kendrene · 4 years
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Inspired by and blamed on @narraboths
Fall is Kara’s favorite Earth season.
On Krypton things were different, the weather engineered. Trees spliced and genetically enhanced so that they remained green all year round, flowers blooming regardless of the temperature.
She still remembers her first fall in her new home with fondness, how open-mouthed she had been when the leaves started to fall, a rain of fire onto the ground. She still collects a few each season – the brighter reds, oranges and yellows she can find – and it makes her particularly happy when the people she’s closest with pick up on the hobby, and bring her a selection of their own.
“It’s like a treasure hunt,” she explains to Lena on a rainy afternoon, the clouds so low and bloated they look like they will fall on the ground any minute. “You go out there and you’ll never know what sort of leaf you’ll come home with.”
But the leaves, albeit important, are not the reason she’s so in love with fall. Neither are the cups of hot cocoa she indulges in without remorse, or the temperatures, which drop ever so gently toward winter.
It’s not the scarves she wraps around her neck when it’s chilly in the morning, a different color for each day of the week, and while she loves Halloween with the endless horror movie marathons Lena “forces” her to watch, that’s not her top favorite thing either.
Those films sometimes keep her up at night – a weird thing to admit for someone used to fighting intergalactic menaces on the regular – but Kara subjects herself to the nightmares willingly. Anything for an excuse to burrow her face in the crook of Lena’s neck and let someone else be the brave one protecting her.
Admittedly, Noonan’s special lattes are a close second, along with the fact she insists on dressing up as Supergirl for the DEO Halloween party – just to drive Alex nuts when she decides, backed by Nia, to go trick or treating the way every self-loving adult should.
(one year they talked Lena into dressing as the Green Lantern and it was awesome.)
But no.
These things obviously make the top ten, because duh, but the super, bestest, most-awesome, most-amazeballs, cowabunga thing is Lena herself.
Fall-Lena, to be precise.
Fall-Lena is a rare animal indeed, her behavior strange and contrary to every other creature that hibernates. Fall-Lena remains dormant for most of the year – three seasons give or take – but as soon as the days shorten and the air acquires the specific bite Kara associates with September and pumpkin spice lattes, Fall-Lena shily pokes her head out.
It takes her a few days to fully manifest, bleary-eyed and blinking as she is at the world she left behind a year earlier, but when she does fully emerge from wherever she retreats to when in hiding, the change is swift. Near instantaneous.
Kara’s trained herself to spot the signs. They’re subtle shifts during the week, thicker stockings and a heavier coat to go over Fall-Lena’s severe attire. An umbrella stand appearing in her office. Gloves to cover her hands in the early morning.
But on the weekends, when they’re home alone… oh, the weekends are a different matter altogether.
On weekends Fall-Lena dons the softest jumpers known to man, lets her hair down, a dark waterfall Kara loves to tangle her hands into. On weekends she’s warm smiles and ruddy cheeks, mugs of hot tea and old books Kara bought for her at the flea market. And, if Kara isn’t careful, Fall-Lena will jump at every chance she gets to stick her bloody cold hands down her back.
Although, to be fair, Kara seldom tries to stop her. She loves the feeling of her fingers on bare skin too much to.
“I wish Fall-Lena would be a thing all-year round.” She mentions idly over breakfast, mowing through half of her stack of pancakes before realizing Lena’s stopped eating entirely and is staring across the table with a frown.
“Fall-Lena?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow. Her eyes are dark and intent, but curious not angry.
Kara realizes she’s never shared her theory with its subject and spends the next ten minutes stuttering through it as she brings her up to speed.
“Oh.” Is all Lena says when she is done talking. “I didn’t realize I do that.” She bites her lower lip in the way that always makes Kara want to put aside whatever she is doing – even if it pertains to world-saving – and kiss her. “Maybe you could help me keep Fall-Lena around all the time?”
It takes them a whole year of trying, of Lena learning to shut down her work phone first thing when she gets home Friday night. Of Jess (Rao bless her) refusing to answer her frantic calls on Sunday morning the way she’s always done. Of Lena breaking down and crying in the beginning, afraid that she’s letting Kara down when she doesn’t manage to relax and put worries aside even though she tries.
They spiral down together, like leaves falling to the ground, but together they’re back on their tree again come spring.
Until, one year later, Fall-Lena becomes Lena-All-Year-Round.
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Supercorptober2020 Day 13: Lucky
Song: Gamble - Lucy Rose
I will take all The blame this time 'Cause it was my fault And you were kind
And you said to me Can't we work it out? Won't you talk to me? What's this all about?
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s-nebul0sa · 3 years
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Warm
It is already getting late when Lena finally arrives home. She has had a long week at work with a lot to wrap up. And it doesn’t help that today has not agreed with her so far and doesn’t seem keen to start doing so now. She woke up with a headache and sore throat. They only made it harder to focus and dragged out her workday even more.
By the time she reaches the front door, her legs feel weak. Her head is pounding so much, she has trouble to guide the key inside the lock. She all but stumbles over the threshold, dumping her purse on the floor next to the door. Without bothering to take off her coat or shoes, she drags her feet to get to the living room. There, she slumps down on the couch and closes her eyes.
“Lena?” Kara’s voice says. Lena can hear her footsteps get closer. “I knew I heard you. How was work?”
Kara’s footsteps stop a bit away and Lena forces her eyes open.
Kara sounds concerned as she nears Lena. She stops on the other side of the coffee table and regards Lena, who pries open her eyes with some effort.
“A fucking disaster.” Lena closes her eyes again. Cold shivers travel through her body, from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes and back.
“Are you okay?” Kara asks, concern clear in her voice.
Lena wants to defensively say, “Yes.” But she doesn’t. This is Kara. She can be honest with Kara. Kara won’t judge.
“No.” It is as if that admission breaks a dam and Lena has to fight to hold back tears. But that is something she is good at, so with a few rough swallows and by sheer force of will, she keeps them at bay and breathes through the urge to cry.
“Is there anything I can do?” Kara’s voice is now a lot closer. When Lena looks, she’s right next to her, kneeling by the couch.
“I don’t know,” Lena admits. She just wants to feel better but she has no idea how to. She rarely gets sick and whenever she does, she would just work through it and deny she even felt bad in the first place. But now that she is allowed to feel bad, and has admitted it, it feels somehow impossible to ignore anymore.
“Do you want something to eat?” Kara suggests.
Lena shakes her head. A grave mistake because it only makes the pounding worse. Instinctively, she closes her eyes in hopes of the pain fading again. And after a moment, it does. Slightly.
“Some tea?”
“Maybe. I guess something to drink won’t hurt,” Lena agrees. She doesn’t know whether she actually wants something to drink, but it seems less in disagreement with her stomach than food at the moment.
“Okay, I will make some,” Kara says. “But let me first help you get comfortable. At least take off your shoes.”
Lena hums in agreement and Kara starts helping Lena take off her shoes before she can make a move to do so herself. Next, Kara helps Lena take off her coat and covers her in a blanket. A few minutes later, she places two steaming mugs on the coffee table.
“Is it okay if I sit with you?” she asks.
“Please,” Lena almost begs. If she were feeling any better, she’d think she sounds pathetic. But she doesn’t feel any better. So she doesn’t think anything of it.
Kara carefully lifts Lena’s head and takes a seat, putting Lena’s head in her lap. Slowly, she cards her hands through Lena’s hair and Lena can feel herself start to relax. Slowly, the tension in her muscles fades as Kara’s body heat and the blanket engulf her in comfortable warmth.
With her free hand, Kara strokes soft circles on Lena’s temple. In Kara’s hands, Lena is safe and able to just be. Safe and warm.
Before she knows it, Lena can feel herself slip into sleep. She wakes up briefly when Kara carries her to bed and wraps herself around Lena, cuddling her close.
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coralsillustrations · 3 years
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Matching onesies for Kara and Lori 💕
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cuaviaaceves1 · 4 years
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“I’ll always catch you”
Hello everyone! Decided to have some fun with the cool prompt list by @kmsdraws. 
It's gonna be very messy, and might end up not loving everything I do, but it's a nice pace and a big lovable idea.
First day it’s Fall. And I ended up taking it way too literal, maybe. 
But, hey!! It’s quite in character, right?
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sheltereredturtle · 3 years
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Day 28: Book 📖 Supercorptober2020!
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spaceman-earthgirl · 3 years
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Supercorptober Day 26: Diamond
Lena accidentally finds a list of proposal ideas on Kara's phone.
Or Lena knows Kara's going to propose, she just doesn't know exactly how or when.
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Lena hadn’t meant to see it, and she’s sure Kara hadn’t meant for her to see it either, but Kara had asked Lena to check her calender to make sure they’ve got the right time for the party at CatCo tonight and being the ever-helpful girlfriend, Lena does it.
‘Proposal Ideas’ is what Lena finds when she unlocks Kara’s phone, a list under the heading in the notes app that Kara had left open.
• Candlelit dinner
• Stargazing
• Picnic
• Beach in Midvale
• Flowers
• “You’re my best friend. You’re the love of my life”
• Get ring from Alex!!
• L-Corp
• Not in public.
• Puppy??
• Hide the ring in her book
“Is it at seven?”
Lena startles. “Yes,” she calls back, not evening checking to make sure she’s right because her mind is reeling. It’s not entirely out of the blue that Kara wants to propose, they’ve talked about marriage before, talked about their future, and not just in hypotheticals either, but ‘when we…’, but this is different, this is seeing it and knowing that Kara is going to ask her to marry her.
She might cry.
She thinks about it for the rest of the night, thinks about it as they talk to their friends and dance and laugh and hold hands. She thinks about it as they settle in bed together later that evening, trading lazy kisses before they fall asleep.
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imthenatynat · 4 years
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Day 6 Warm
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urwelcomeforthis · 4 years
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Family was a troubled word for them both.
To Kara with age it had become less so – she had found and created her own, was found and one was created.
For Lena family was cold and hollow until Kara came into her life.
The concept of family had evolved in the years they had known each other. First family came in the form of friends. Alex, Nia, Kelly and Brainy – Kara brought her a whole new kind of family and for years it was more than Lena could have ever pictured.
But one game night she let herself imagine a little bit more. A different kind of family, one that was a bit more personal.
A bit more just she and Kara.
It took her months to work up the courage to do anything about it. Months to eventually invite Kara to dinner, to reach out and hold her hand after. She was rewarded for her bravery with a blushing kiss to her cheek, and a few weeks later a superhero in her bed.
And so what “family” was changed for Lena again.
They grew together, happily most of the time. There were long nights spent pacing the floor worried about danger for them both. Fraught arguments about the realities of Lena’s job and the world her money made her a part of. Two women used to getting their way saving the world had to learn how to compromise – and it could have broken them, but they always chose each other in the end.
Lena learned to get used to rushed exits and hard choices and not always being put first (even though Kara tried – oh did she try), and Kara learned to turn a blind eye on some business realities she found less than black and white. (Lena learned to try to operate in less grey spaces where she could.)
It worked for them, and their family solidified. Lena found herself with an annoyingly present big sister in Alex and a sharp-eyed loving mother in Eliza. It was more than she could ever have hoped for and she was content.
Until one day, that is, that she began to hope for even more. Jess brought her new baby to the office for a visit and Lena found her mind running wild.
She found herself imagining a world where Kara Danvers – bubbly, kind, stubborn, strong-willed, perfect Kara Danvers – was a mother, holding a baby with blonde hair and green eyes.
It was possible now – bone marrow and some incredible science and a lot of money made it so – and Lena crafted a plan.
She prepared dinner and data. Spreadsheets and studies on cross-species children. She prepared to argue her case.
What she hadn’t entirely prepared for was her fiancé sobbing in her arms as she mumbled a snot filled “yes” over and over again.
(She was even less prepared to have to hold Kara back from flying to the Tower and waking Alex up to have her bone marrow drawn in that very moment, ready to get started immediately.)
Both were prepared for immediate success, but it wasn’t in the cards. It could have torn them apart, the emotional journey they were forced to go on. It was the hardest thing they had ever been through. They experienced loss but didn’t stop trying.
They got married one balmy June night in Midvale, unaware that at that very moment their family was (finally) and already growing.
It was how Lena found herself, 8 months later, staring down at perfect blue eyes and a dark mass of wet hair as the baby was laid on her chest. The pain she experienced faded to the background as her entire concept of family shifted once again, focused entirely on the life they had created in her arms and the strong arms of her wife that held them both close.
Family could be created and found. Family was friends and lovers, a girlfriend and a wife. Family was nosy sisters and caring mothers. Lena Luthor was the woman who owned the world, but it turned out family was all she had ever needed.
Family as it turns out, was everything.
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janusa · 3 years
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on the way home | Ch. 11/11: Spooky.
What would Kara answer if she were asked if she loves Lena? Yes . That’s obvious.
However, if someone asked her if she's in love with her? Well, that’s a tricky question. A few weeks ago Kara would have said no without thinking it twice but now… she’s not so sure anymore.
Lena is in front of the full-length mirror of her room, smoothing down her black dress on the hips and Kara is blatantly staring. Lena’s hips are worthy of being admired as are her legs and Kara really likes how she looks in those executive form-fitting dresses but she can’t help wondering how Lena’s thighs would look in something less proper .
“Why did you bring cocktail dresses to Midvale?” Kara asks, she’s still a little confused about that part.
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