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wistfulwatcher · 2 months
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Wow, this is a follower milestone I absolutely never expected to reach! I am beyond flattered that so many of you have followed me over the years, and especially that so many of your have stuck with me through the many, many, many, fandom changes.
In celebration of this milestone, I am taking gif and drabble requests! Please send me one of the words below, and an additional prompt(s) appropriate to the category.
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It's also been far too long since I've done a follow forever, so I'd like to give a special thank you to the mutuals I can't imagine tumblr without:
Some of you have been with me for over ten years, which makes me stupidly emotional tbh! Since there's a mention limit I have to be extra choosey, but even if I don't tag you directly please know that I truly value each and every mutual's presence on my dash ❤️
THE BESTIES AND IRLS: @dykedolly, @laurabenanti, @cobalts-beau, @samcat18, @its-a-pack-thing-babe, @ladysarabii
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and an extra special shout-out to my longest mutual @redfield5x5 ❤️ I am just as thrilled to see you on my dash today as I was 10+ years ago!
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thegirl20 · 3 years
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Witcher Femslash February - Chaos
Way back in January, @xxtorchxx​ got in touch with me to see if I would like to write a fic about an amazing manip she’d created. Of course I said yes and then immediately got writers’ block. 
Working my way through @bamf-jaskier‘s list of femslash february ficlets has been my attempt at making myself write again so that I could fulfil my promise. 
So it only feels fitting that the final one should be the fic I should have written in January. 😊
Here’s the pic: 
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And the fic is below the cut.
Once upon a time, it would have been unthinkable for Tissaia to be sitting in Yennefer's house, sipping wine and laughing over stories about the mishaps of shared acquaintances. It would have been absurd for them to be in each other's company without the situation deteriorating into a battle of words; a war of nerves.
But these days, it's not unusual at all.
Everything changed at Sodden Hill. The battle was hard won, and left both of them injured. It was during the aftermath that they started to grow closer. Tissaia's recovery had been long and beleaguered with setbacks. The healers had barely begun to rid her body of dimeritium when infection took hold and had her teetering between life and death once more.
Yennefer had been by her side as soon as she was allowed out of bed, her own injuries still healing. 'Allowed' being subjective, of course. The healers grew tired of chasing her back to her own room soon enough and just let her stay as Tissaia went through her own battle. Even if she couldn't fight alongside her, this time, Yennefer was determined that she would not be alone. She'd held her hand through interminable nights, counting her breaths, holding her own when it seemed the next one wasn't coming fast enough. She'd talked to her through her delirium, smiling through tears at the absurdities spilling from the usually sensible lips.
She had finally turned a corner when a particularly awful fever finally broke one night. She turned to Yennefer with eyes clearer than she'd seen them since the morning of the battle, and smiled. And Yennefer's heart found its rhythm once more.
Even once it was certain that Tissaia would recover, Yennefer never strayed far from Aretuza for a long time. It was many weeks after her own healing was complete that she finally struck out again, into the world. But she made sure to visit often, and urged Tissaia to do the same.
That is why it's not a surprise when Tissaia shows up at the house Yennefer keeps in Velen, with a very fine bottle of wine from Aretuza's cellar and a smile.
"I thought we could enjoy it in your garden," Tissaia says, once Yennefer has picked up a couple of glasses. "I'm not sure we'll keep this warmth for much longer."
"An excellent idea," Yennefer says, gesturing for Tissaia to walk in front of her out into the late summer evening.
They sit at the small table set on a terrace and Yennefer pours the wine. Tissaia picks up her glass and swirls the russet liquid around, inhaling its scent before taking a sip. She hums her approval.
"I knew this would be a good one."
Taking her own sip, Yennefer agrees. "It is quite exquisite."
She settles further into her chair and watches as Tissaia lifts her face to the sun, closing her eyes. Yennefer enjoys these moments more than any other, seeing Tissaia so relaxed and informal.
"So, what's been happening at Aretuza, then?" Yennefer asks. "Anything scandalous to share with me?"
"I fear not," Tissaia opens her eyes and smiles. "The new batch of girls are, thankfully, better than the last ones. There are one or two showing real promise already."
An age old spike of jealousy pokes at Yennefer's stomach and she frowns at her own irrationality. Tissaia's hand covers her own where it rests on the table between them and she turns to meet amused eyes.
"None of them are anywhere close to your ability, Yennefer. Don't concern yourself with that."
Embarrassed to have been caught in her feelings, Yennefer shifts in her seat and lifts her nose in the air. "Well, good. Can't have you finding a new favourite, can we?"
"No, indeed," Tissaia agrees, as Yennefer takes a sip of wine. "Sabrina would be most disappointed to be demoted."
The joke is so unexpected that Yennefer chokes on her wine. She doesn't quite manage to get a hand to her mouth to cover the cough, and she ends up with wine dripping from her chin, onto her chest and her dress. Before she knows what's happening, Tissaia is up out of her seat, dabbing at her face and her neck, then her chest.
"For goodness' sake, Yennefer," she tuts. "What a mess you've made of yourself."
"Me?" Yennefer croaks.
From nowhere, a picture appears in her mind.
Tissaia bends to press her lips to Yennefer's throat, her tongue snaking out to catch the droplets of wine still lingering there, before moving around and down, onto her chest and-
The vision slams shut so suddenly Yennefer jumps. It's only then she realises that the fantasy was not her own, but belonged to Tissaia. Blood rushes to Yennefer's cheeks at the very thought, and her eyes snap up to meet troubled blue ones. This has happened, on occasion, since Sodden; Tissaia has had momentary lapses in control, resulting in her thoughts being more accessible than usual. But not this kind of thought.
Yennefer puts a hand on Tissaia's wrist, where she's still holding the napkin against her chest. She decides not to embarrass the other woman.
"If you want to kill me, Tissaia, there are easier ways than suddenly developing a sense of humour." She coughs again, though her throat is cleared.
There's a slight crease between Tissaia's eyebrows, she clearly knows Yennefer has seen something. But her mouth twitches into a smile and she nods. She presses the napkin into Yennefer's hand and backs away.
"I'll have you know my sense of humour is very well developed," Tissaia says, sitting herself down again. "Perhaps it's only now that you're older that you appreciate my wit."
"Perhaps that's it," Yennefer agrees, wiping herself down. "Though I'd appreciate it if you gave me a little more warning the next time you are about to make a joke so that I can ensure I'm not drinking at the time."
"Agreed," Tissaia holds up her glass and Yennefer clinks her own against it in a silent acknowledgement of what has passed between them and an agreement never to mention it again.
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The problem is, Yennefer can think of little else.
After Tissaia leaves that evening, Yennefer lies in bed, staring at the ceiling. She replays the vision over and over, embellishing it in her own mind, taking it further each time. She pictures Tissaia's mouth trailing down her chest, between her breasts, burying her face in them. She imagines small, powerful hands on her body, touching her everywhere. When she envisages what Tissaia would look like between her legs, framed by her thighs, she can't hold off any longer, and she has to touch herself to relieve the aching need that's been growing since the picture first appeared in her mind.
She gets herself off. It's not pretty, or slow, but it does the job. Once that's dealt with, she returns to her previous activity of lying awake with too many thoughts in her head.
It's a lot to come to terms with. While she has harboured confusing and contradictory feelings about Tissaia for most of her life, she had assumed Tissaia saw her as no more than a former student. Latterly, perhaps a friend.
After all, it had been Vilgefortz who had come to find her before Sodden, not Tissaia. Tissaia's own plea had followed a sound trouncing at the Conclave; confirmation that the endeavour would not be supported en masse. Tissaia begging her to come along had been a last resort. It did not speak of high regard nor special favour.
This vision of them together is more than likely just a result of a sexual fantasy, she decides. Yennefer is no stranger to those; both having them and being the object of them. Rarely, though, do the two combine. While she often pities men for falling over themselves just for a chance to be taken to her bed, the thought that Tissaia wants her in that way is thrilling.
She ignores the part of her mind that is telling her that to have Tissaia so close, and not have her heart, would be devastating. She sighs. It's not like she's unaccustomed to heartache.
And this? This might be worth it.
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A week passes, and Tissaia has not contacted her. Yennefer is almost out of her mind with questions and desires. Sleep eludes her and she has no appetite for any of the sumptuous meals she orders or conjures. Simply put, she is on hold. She is at the mercy of a fantasy that's not even her own.
By the eighth day, she decides she will have to be the one to make the first move this time. She must go to Tissaia. Not only that, but she must offer Tissaia what it is she clearly wants. Then they will both be able to slake a thirst, and Yennefer might be able to return to some semblance of her normal life.
Give that this may be the only time in her life she gets to be with Tissaia, Yennefer decides that a bit of a show is in order. She conjures up the gown she had worn when they met in Rinde. It has always made her feel powerful, in control.
And Tissaia seemed to enjoy looking at her in it.
As she sits before her mirror, painting her lips, Yennefer recalls that day. Tissaia's voice appearing from nowhere, her smile in the mirror, her hands on Yennefer's shoulders. Even the memory of that very innocent touch now makes her shiver with want.
She applies a dab of her signature scent behind her ears and on the pulse points in her wrists. She checks her reflection in the mirror and smiles. Yes, this will do nicely.
Standing up, she tells herself that the flutter in her stomach is excitement, rather than nerves. But just before she conjures a portal, she takes a swig of strong liquor from a hip flask she keeps in her drawer. With a final nod at herself in the mirror, she calls the portal directly into Tissaia's study, and steps through it.
If Tissaia's startled by her appearing from nowhere, she shows no sign of it. In fact, her face shows relief for the briefest of moments, before her brows gather in confusion as she takes in Yennefer's outfit. She's standing by her desk, reading a document which she sets down and turns to fully appraise Yennefer.
"I- I wasn't expecting you," Tissaia says, still looking at the outfit. "Did you mean to come here? Are you going somewhere?"
Seeing Tissaia off-balance like this should make Yennefer want to pounce, to grab the control and hold on to it. But it just makes her want to take Tissaia in her arms and kiss the confusion from her beautiful face. But that's not what tonight is for so she straightens her shoulders, letting a confident smile slide onto her lips.
"Can I not drop by unannounced to see my favourite Rectoress?" she says, perusing the objects on Tissaia's shelves, trying to calm her stomach.
"Of course you can," Tissaia says, hesitantly. "I just-" A pause. "You seem overdressed, that's all."
Yennefer grins, but hides it as she turns to look over her shoulder. "You'd prefer me to be wearing less?"
Tissaia shakes her head, turning away. "I don't-"
She'll have to speed this up if Tissaia's not to balk. She lifts her head and saunters over to stand by Tissaia at her desk. "Come on, Tissaia." She takes Tissaia's chin in her hand and gently turns her face back around. "We both know that you like looking at me." She lets the tip of her tongue touch her top lip. "And we both know you'd like to do a lot more than look."
Realisation blooms in Tissaia's eyes, and it's like the sun going down. Colour rises in her cheeks and it sends a fire rippling over Yennefer's skin. "How dare you," she begins, her voice low and dangerous.
Yennefer presses a finger to Tissaia's lips. "Shhhh." She shakes her head, eyes on Tissaia's mouth. "Just for tonight, I can be whatever you want me to be." She reaches out and runs her forefinger over the buttons on Tissaia's chest. "We could be-oooofff."
The wind is knocked from Yennefer's lungs as she is thrown across the room by a telekinetic blast, crashing into the wall and sliding to the floor. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to clear her head where it's ringing from the impact and the magic. When she opens them, Tissaia's shoes are by her head. She looks up and can't help but cringe at the absolute fury radiating from the Rectoress.
"Do you think this is funny, girl?" Tissaia demands. "Taking my moment of weakness and exploiting it for your own amusement?"
"Wh-what?" Yennefer sits up, rubbing at her shoulder. "No! Of course not. That's not what-"
"I had assumed you would be an adult about my-" She turns and walks away a few paces. "About what you saw." She shakes her head. "Clearly I expected too much of you."
"Tissaia," Yennefer tries again. "That's not-" She uses the wall to steady herself as she gets to her feet.
Spinning to face Yennefer once more, Tissaia narrows her eyes. "I will not be one of your conquests, Yennefer," Tissaia says. Her eyes are hard, but Yennefer can see the pain swimming behind the anger.
"I was kind of hoping to become one of yours!" Yennefer mutters, regretting it immediately when she sees the flash of anguish on Tissaia's face.
"You would stand there and mock me?" Tissaia says, her voice hardly above a whisper. "After all we have been through together?"
"No, Tissaia, please let me-"
"Go." Tissaia says, turning away. "Get out of my sight.
"I'm not leaving it like this," Yennefer says, unsteadily marching towards Tissaia. She touches her shoulder, but her hand is batted away. "Tissaia, you need to let me-"
"I don't need to let you do anything," Tissaia says. She turns around, and the anger is gone, leaving only sadness so deep it cracks Yennefer's heart in two. Before she can do anything, though, Tissaia holds up a hand and Yennefer feels a wind behind her, she turns to find a portal spinning there, sucking her backwards. The last thing she sees before she is pulled into it is a tear running down Tissaia's face. "Goodbye Yennefer."
"No! Wait!"
For the second time in five minutes, Yennefer is deposited on her backside. She looks around, disorientated. She has no clue where she is, but it's definitely unpleasant. A bog of some sort. With a sigh, she gets to her feet, determined to set things right.
She calls her own portal, but when she sets the destination as Tissaia's study, the portal collapses. Tissaia has clearly put up wards to prevent her entering. "Fuck." Yennefer curses under her breath. "Of course."
She changes tack, directing her portal to just outside Aretuza's walls. When she steps through, the wind is howling and it's pouring with rain. She's drenched through in seconds, but she pays the weather no heed, taking off at a run through the great gates of the school and in the main door. Thankfully nobody challenges her, even though she must look like a drowned rat. She makes her way through the winding corridors and stairways; so familiar she could navigate them blindfolded.
She reaches Tissaia's apartments, and doesn't bother to knock, only hoping that the wards were limited to portals and that the door will let her through. The handle turns easily and she barges in.
Tissaia is seated at her desk, her head in her hands. She looks up at the noisy entrance and Yennefer's heart breaks all over again at the tear stains on her cheeks.
"What on-" Tissaia stands. "Are you stupid?"
"Probably," Yennefer says, not slowing her pace until she's standing directly in front of Tissaia. "But not stupid enough to walk away without making you see-"
"See what?" Tissaia snaps. She takes in Yennefer's appearance, although it's far less admiring than it was earlier. "You're dripping all over my rug."
Yennefer ignores her, taking her face in her hands, well aware she could be taking her own life in her hands with it. "I'm an idiot, yes. But so are you."
Tissaia gasps. "I am not-"
"Yes, you are," Yennefer says, her confidence growing a little since Tissaia hasn't incinerated her on sight. She sighs, shaking her head. "I've gone about this all wrong, and I'm sorry for that, but I need you to see-" She can feel tears leaking from her eyes in response to the ones shining in Tissaia's. "I need you to understand what I feel for you."
"I think you made that perfectly clear earlier," Tissaia says, but her voice is wavering.
"No, I didn't. I thought that was all you wanted from me. I thought that was the only way I'd be able to be with you. But that's not all I want. Not even close."
Tissaia's hands come up to grip her wrists lightly. "Wh-what do you want?"
Yennefer tilts her head and smiles, the answer is the same as last time, but means so much more.
"Everything."
She pulls Tissaia in, wiping at her tears with her thumbs, and touches their foreheads together, opening her mind and letting Tissaia in completely.
"Don't you feel it? The serenity? I felt it at Sodden. I felt, for the first time in my life, that I was completely in control." She closes her eyes. "And it's because of this. Because of us. We balance each other. My chaos, it...settles, when I'm with you. When we're apart, something is missing and my I'm always restless, always looking for some outlet."
She feels Tissaia's breath against her lips a second before they are covered, enveloped in soft warmth. One of them makes a high, needy sound, and Yennefer thinks it might be her. Tissaia's hands move from her wrists down her arms, to her waist, deepening the embrace. As they kiss, Tissaia's mind slowly opens and Yennefer sees so much love and care that it threatens to overwhelm her.
Gently, she pushes Tissaia back, ending their kiss, but pressing their foreheads back together, gulping in air. When she can speak again, she laughs. "So...it's not just me, then?"
"No," Tissaia says, returning her smile. "Not just you." She traces her fingers down Yennefer's cheek. "Although I do have questions about your earlier antics." She plucks at the now limp and soaking bodice. "And your attire."
"I'm sorry," Yennefer murmurs, brushing Tissaia's lips with her own. "Forgive me?"
"Oh, darling." Tissaia makes a show of rolling her eyes, but there's no disguising the smile she's wearing. She tips Yennefer's face down with a finger on her chin and kisses her again. "Don't I always?"
Yennefer grins into their next kiss, allowing Tissaia's open mind to welcome her in once again, as she does the same in return.
She's kissed many people in her lifetime, but it's never felt like this. It's never felt like being seen, being known, completely.
But this? This feels like forever.
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fictorium · 4 years
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Hey sugar lips... you still taking prompts? #46
Sure am honey pie!
#46 “What happens if I do this?
Kara waited until Eliza had dozed off in front of a rerun of The Lion in Winter, Alex and Kelly having already retreated upstairs before the movie started. Their fake yawns had been so transparent that Kara had to smile. The house in Midvale was as still and peaceful as it ever had been, but for Kara it was just that little bit lonely too.
Stepping out on the porch she found her way to the old swing and settled in. She didn’t need the blanket for warmth, but reached for it anyway. From there she had a perfect view of the night sky, one expanding further and deeper than Eliza’s much-loved telescope, which sat waiting for its next search.
Kara watched the stars for a while, looking for patterns that she knew weren’t visible from this planet. Every so often she could convince herself the stars of Orion’s Belt had realigned to form constellations relating to Rao, but it was just a trick her mind liked to play on her.
“Kara?”
She hadn’t heard Eliza wake or come looking for her. Kara gave her a sheepish smile.
“Sorry I left before the movie ended. I just wanted some alone time I guess.”
Eliza came to sit beside her. “I’d say you’ve had a little too much of that lately. Alex told me about your… falling out with Lena. And I know James left, just like Winn did, and Mon-El before that.”
“People leave,” Kara said, dropping her head on Eliza’s shoulder. “Or they send you away. Sometimes you lose them and sometimes you find a way to get them back. I still have friends, good ones. And Alex, of course.”
“You don’t have to put on a brave front for me, Kara. It’s okay to miss someone. One special someone most of all. I know things haven’t been the same… since she sold CatCo. That was a big betrayal for you.”
“It wasn’t so bad. Andrea is difficult but—“
“Honey, I don’t mean that sale.”
“Oh. Oh. I didn’t… I mean I don’t… Ms Grant has probably forgotten all about me by now. Last I heard she was in Gotham. Or Metropolis. Either way, she’s busy.”
Eliza gave Kara a reassuring pat on the cheek. “You forget that I’ve seen you together. I’ve seen how you look at her, and not just that silly crush you had while she was on television. You didn’t see how she watched you as you gave that speech and saved everyone from Myriad. People don’t forget someone like that.”
Kara felt the tears welling up as they had so many times before. “Then why didn’t she come back? She said she wasn’t going anywhere and then she was gone.”
“I think,” Eliza replied, shrugging Kara from her shoulder and turning to face her fully. “I think that’s something you have to ask her. Do you know where she is right now? You could call. Or better yet…”
Without thinking, Kara closed her eyes and let her hearing roam. Within seconds she had traced that familiar heartbeat, just a little out of step with the ones around it. Cat Grant was always unique.
“She’s at her family home, in Metropolis. Weird, she doesn’t usually spend time with her mother out there.”
“Well I’m going to make some tea, and take that book you got me to bed. I won’t listen for you coming upstairs.”
“Eliza?”
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
Kara stood and watched her foster mother go inside. Before she could talk herself out of it, Kara raised herself up on tip toes and closed her eyes, feeling the night breeze whispering across her skin. It was barely nine in Metropolis. She could be there and back in minutes if she pushed it.
Decision made, Kara raised her arms like in the old prayers to Rao, and rocketed into the night sky.
The house was all but in darkness when Kara landed on the roof. She’d circled a few times before approaching, listening to Cat’s heartbeat vary as she moved from room to room, restless. Kara could have used her x-ray vision to see exactly what was happening, but it felt like too much of an intrusion. Instead she waited on the roof, knowing that Cat was a creature of habit, and eventually she always sought out higher ground.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later Cat walked through the room directly beneath Kara in the tall brownstone, and came out onto a small stone balcony that overlooked the slightly tangled gardens.
“If you’re one of the Bats or the Spiders, I’m not in the mood,” Cat said without looking round. “And I happen to know Superman is on bottle feed duty tonight, so I doubt he’s the one lurking on my roof.”
“Hey,” Kara said, dropping down beside Cat. She hadn’t bothered to change into her suit. There was no point pretending she hadn’t heard Cat calling her Supergirl last time they were together. “How did you know anyone was there?”
“My mother had an impressive security system. Courtesy of yours truly, of course. You wouldn’t believe how many two-bit villains thought going after her would bother me in some way.”
Cat hadn’t looked at her yet, so Kara took up the spot next to her, leaning on the balcony, propped up on her elbows to mirror Cat’s position. The only difference was that Cat was nursing a heavy crystal tumbler in her left hand, the liquid in it almost gone. Kara could smell the rich, peaty Scotch along with the fading notes of Cat’s perfume, something with a woody undertone that Kara hadn’t realized she missed quite so much. It was as comforting as the scent from her sheets on her bed at Eliza’s, but at the same time it sparked that low heat in Kara’s belly that she’d gotten so good at ignoring.
“You look good,” Kara said, not least because it had the benefit of being true. Cat had let her hair grow, and she was wearing it straighter. It made her look younger, not that Kara would ever say such a thing out loud; Cat Grant was stunning for any age. The black dress was pretty plain by Cat’s usual standards - no interesting geometry or leather panels anywhere that Kara could see.
Cat’s response was just a quirk of her lips, a smile that never quite made it all the way into being.
“Cat? I’ve never known you to ignore a compliment. Is everything okay? How’s Carter?”
“Fine, fine,” Cat replied, finishing her drink. “Well, mostly fine. He’s almost sixteen now, and things have been… difficult these past few months. But he was with me for all this, of course. Now he and Adam have gone to Opal City, so at least it’s nice to see them getting along.”
“All this?” Kara repeated.
“The funeral. I assume that’s why you’re here. You heard about my mother and came to make sure we salted the earth after we buried her.” Cat’s words were as disgruntled as ever on the topic of her mother, but Kara could tell her heart wasn’t in it. Even if they hadn’t gotten along, Cat had still lost her mom.
“I… didn’t know,” Kara had to admit. “I was at home, in Midvale, and I realized… well, it doesn’t matter now. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do to help?”
Cat shook her head. “Not even Supergirl has power over death. I see you’ve taken to flying in civilian clothes. Risky.”
“I flew high, and it’s cloudy.”
“Still. I worry about you, Kara. Not about you losing a fight, or coming across a scary new alien. I worry about you being exposed, about you losing the things that make you… like this.”
“Your mom died and you’re worrying about me losing my privacy?” Kara didn’t understand, even though she was one of the few people who’d really seen the depth of Cat’s compassion and empathy. “You’re right, though. It’s been close a few times. The new administration wanted to know everything, wanted to take away everything that lets me feel normal. I’m used to it by now.”
“I threatened you, before. With exposing everything.”
Kara nodded. She had forgiven Cat a lot of things, but they weren’t all forgotten. “You were trying to win an argument. It’s like Monopoly, you don’t necessarily play by the rules. I trust you now, for what it’s worth. Or I wouldn’t have flown here in leggings and a sweater.”
“Yes. Just as well there’s no dress code,” Cat replied with a pointed sweep of Kara’s clothing. “Though the thought of my mother’s face, seeing you dressed like that… you’ve brought a little light into my day as always, Kara.”
Although she was clearly attempting her usual dry humor, Cat’s mouth crumpled just a little around the words. Kara didn’t even think before pulling Cat into a full-body hug that felt better than anything had in a really long time. It didn’t take long for the shoulder area to become damp with Cat’s tears.
“We can go inside?” Kara suggested when Cat finally settled in her careful embrace, her right hand clutching the soft material of Kara’s top just above her heart. The same heart that was beating twice as fast as normal.
“No. Everything in there is her. It’s suffocating, even now.”
“Where would you like to go?”
“Surprise me,” Cat said.
Kara considered for a moment, looking out over the semi-familiar Metropolis skyline. “I could have ended up here, you know. If my cousin had taken me in.”
“No, you ended up exactly where you were supposed to. In Middlebottom--”
“Midvale.”
“Right, Midvale,” Cat continued without any hint of embarrassment. “And then in National City, with me.”
Kara didn’t have the words to reply to that, not yet, and so she pulled Cat close and shot them both across the city to a far less fancy district: the still-bustling streets of downtown. They alighted on the giant piece of metal atop the Daily Planet building, and Kara sat Cat carefully on the flattest part so they could sit together comfortably.
“Ta da?” Kara tried, smiling at Cat with all the affection that was threatening to pour out of her. “I put you on top of the world.”
“Perry White would be furious!” Cat kicked her legs up with something like glee. “Oh, he was always forbidding employees to come up to the roof. This is perfect. Wait,” she added, taking out her phone and snapping a selfie with her location quite obvious to anyone with half a clue. “I’ll send that to him later.”
“I’m glad I could give you something nice,” Kara said, offering her arm to wrap around Cat and being silently thrilled when Cat nestled into her side without any more prompting. “You deserve nice things, Cat.”
“Even though I left you? That’s the part you keep not saying.” Cat didn’t look up at Kara to see her point land, they both knew it had.
“You did. But I came after you, eventually. Isn’t that what people do? Go after what they want?”
“Kara--”
“Of course, I didn’t know about all this with your mom. So I can wait. I can put this all on hold and be a friend to you. I’m happy to do it.”
“Everything is up in the air,” Cat said, gesturing at the giant drop below them. “Quite literally right now. I don’t know what happens next, so I can’t promise you anything.”
“What happens if I do this?” Kara asked, summoning every last scrap of her courage into one finger, using it to gently touch Cat’s chin and tilt her face up toward Kara’s. Cat’s expression had softened, her lips were as soft and inviting as ever, and as soon as Kara realized all of that, she was a lost cause. She kissed Cat with sweetness and forgiveness, and a promise of comfort and more.
“Oh.” Cat still had her eyes closed when the tender kiss ended. “That was everything I hoped. But Kara, I don’t know if I can just come back, if I can find a life that makes room for all this.”
“You can. We will. However it has to be, I think we can make it work, Cat. But it’s better to try and fail than never take a chance in the first place.”
“Someone very wise must have taught you that.”
“You did.”
“Like I said.” Cat cupped Kara’s cheek with her hand, running her thumb over the cheekbone with exquisite care. “I’m tired of fighting this, Kara. I ran halfway around the world to escape my feelings for you, and they haven’t gone anywhere. Maybe all I cost us was time.”
“We still have lots of that,” Kara answered. “More than enough, I promise.”
“Will you come back with me? To the house? I can’t bear being alone in there.”
“Of course,” Kara said. “Now?”
“Not yet,” Cat replied, leaning back into Kara’s side. “Let’s stay on top of the world a little longer.”
Kara held her close, content to do exactly that.
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mitski · 6 years
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my super secret santa entry for the wonderful @xxtorchxx! merry christmas!!! :) prompt: rooftop, first date
kara isn't so subtle about her crush, and cat finally decides to ask her out. guess who's speechless? ;) (ao3)
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xxtorchxx · 6 years
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What are some of your favorite fic tropes or things you wish there was more of (or existed at all)?
I’m kinda a sucker for all the tropes. It’s an excuse to read all the supercat. I do like the “whoops … we have to share a bed / room”. But I’ll pretty much read anything written well. I’m not big into established tho.What I wish there was more of? ‘Cat came back’ fics. I love the idea of her having left because she was in love with Kara and distancing herself - then coming back at some point and of course a build up to confronting feelings and all that good stuff. 😍❤️❤️
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sgvs · 7 years
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Y’all can’t hold a torch to @xxtorchxx
Favorite thing about creating? The challenge. I love the challenge of manips and seeing the end result.
What part of creating do you hate most? When my eyes bleed. As an artist working on something for a couple hours, the image can get lost in you, or look good to you but weird to others. That's why I started reaching out to a couple people to lend me their eyes. (Luce, Al, Sus and Octo depending on who's available - always Luce tho cause she will kick my ass)
What inspires you to create something? Emotion. Every image invokes some kind of feeling. I usually see potential for something while looking at screen shots and run with it.
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Which ships do you love to create for? Supercat. I used to do Swan Queen (which I still ship) but only supercat right now.
What drew you to the Supergirl fandom? I came for the superhero but I started shipping supercat after episode 4 and went looking on tumblr for 'my people'. I found a few supercat shippers and it all went down hill from there :) I'm stuck in this dumpster.
If you could have one Supergirl character in your life, who would it be and why? It’s funny, ship wise I love Cat Grant and Kara obviously. But I feel like I would get along better with Alex or James. I have no explanation for this. Haha.
Where can people find your art/gifs? All my supercat stuff is tagged 'my supershit' or 'my super shit' on my page.
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What’s been the best part of working on the VS? Watching the writers do their thing and the masterminds organize this. I'm always amazed by people who can write because I cannot.
Anything you liked to say to all the readers of the VS? I really hope you enjoyed it.
Tell us something random about yourself! I enjoy this but I also love music. Always have music on when I can. I also play drums and guitar.
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writers-dilemma · 3 years
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*big breath* ..... okay, chapter 8 is live! It’s been so long, but my writer’s block finally broke. I hope you enjoy reading!
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enidsinclesbian · 7 years
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fixed it ( x )
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rtarara · 7 years
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xxtorchxx replied to your post “If Kara is nuclear powered, then what does that mean for Cat’s daily...”
Yikes! But what if, and stay with me here - it saved Cat. Cat really left because she was sick/getting sick. And when she goes for her next check up they are like 'wtf? It's gone... you're fine. What did you do?' And she can't think of what she's done differently until one morning she takes a sip of her cold coffee and it hits her like a ton of bricks.
LOLOLOL. I could see that :D
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@xxtorchxx replied to your post “okay so i posted that photo of kepler in his harness with his new...”
I'd totally buy one ��I'm a dork
LISTEN.. my brain is crying i’m simultaneously baffled that this exists but also weirdly mesmerized like tbh i kind of want one too… but it just wouldn’t work on kepler like ever in a million years, he’s the polar opposite of a big macho dog
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badasspantiestalker · 4 years
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Yennaia || Greenhouse
I have somewhat risen from the pond of deep depression. I am still stuck in deep but I managed to draw, so that’s something. ^^ Yennaia, I just couldn't get over the manip of @xxtorchxx! So good and then I ended up here. xD
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fictorium · 7 years
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Okay so @xxtorchxx did the thing, prompted by @bridgetteirish and @reginalovesemma. I’m just finishing what they started. M’lud.
Alex knows that a cupcake isn’t enough, not for Kara’s appetite or for the level of damage to her feelings. It had been tough to choke back revulsion long enough to pretend that the alien frat boy might be a viable option, but thankfully Kara had been talked off that ‘complicated’ subject pretty quickly. She’d all but chased Alex out of the door before midnight, unheard of for their late night gossip sessions.
So Alex knocks on the door. Politely. Almost gently, considering she’s juggling a 12-donut box and two lattes. It’s weird that Kara wouldn’t answer right away, and Alex starts to panic that last night’s truce has slipped back into a sulk.
She knocks again. Not so politely. In fact, she’s half a second from opening the door when she finally hears footsteps slapping across the hardwood floor inside. There are times when Alex wishes she’d never given this apartment up.
“Hope you’re ready for a sugar coma-” Alex begins, but when the door is all the way open, it’s not her sister waiting to greet her. 
It’s Cat. Cat Grant. The Cat Grant. Wearing nothing but black lace and Kara’s sweater. Kara’s cute, off the rack sweater that Cat would no doubt have mocked her for all day if she’d dared to wear it to the office. 
“The sister,” Cat observes around a yawn. She snatches a latte from Alex’s unprotesting hand. “Coffee,” she grunts, before sashaying across to the sofa. Alex is too shellshocked to form words, but she takes a few steps forward mostly because no one told her not to. She’s expecting Cat to sit down with her coffee, but instead Cat is nudging something with her knee.
Nudging Kara, who’s passed out face down on her sofa. Butt naked on her sofa. Alex turns away sharply, trying desperately not to listen to murmurs from Cat and the sleepy sounds of Kara unwillingly rejoining the waking world.
“Alex?!” She yelps a long few moments later. “Cat! You can’t just... oh Rao! Alex, I can explain-”
“No explaining!” Alex pleads. “I brought donuts, and I’m gonna go.”
“I,” Cat decides, downing her latte with a wince as she walks around Alex. “Am going to take a long, hot shower. You girls can catch up. And next time, Agent? Make it cupcakes. Frosting is much more... versatile.”
“Okay,” Alex sighs after Kara superspeeds into some pants and a tank top. “Why the hell is Cat Grant sauntering around your apartment like bottled sex? When I left last night you were talking about the ‘complicated’ alien boy.”
“Oh Alex,” Kara groans. “That was never who I was talking about. He’s about as complicated as tic-tac-toe. Putting myself out there and taking risks? That was never about the boy who’ll go after anyone with a pulse.”
“It was about Cat Grant?” Alex scoffs. “You’re right. That is complicated. And one hell of a risk. Especially since you only had your cape to cover you a minute ago.”
“She never really bought the double thing after Bizarro.” Kara has the good sense to look sheepish. “This is weird, I know. Can we reboot this whole morning and start over at Noonan’s? I mean, I understand if you don’t want to hear about it...”
“Hey!” Alex grabs Kara’s arms, having finally put the donut box down. “Don’t do that. You listened to me babble on about Maggie, I can ride out your crush on the Queen of all Media.”
“It’s not a crush,” Kara whispers, looking towards the bathroom like Cat is the one with super hearing. “Last night, I think that was my big Oh My God moment. I could give you the whole speech about how she’s beautiful and smart and funny, but I feel like you know what I mean. Right?”
“Right.” Alex takes a deep breath. Adjustments will be made. For the first time in months, Kara looks happy. “Go... surprise her in the shower. Trust me. And tell me the PG version when you can drag yourself away.”
Kara grins, bright enough to light a planet or two. Six months ago Alex would have been freaked out. Today it feels like a mirror, held up to a sister she can never physically resemble but recognizes all the same.
“Alex?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think this one is gonna backfire.” Kara says it like she’s talking about flying, about seeing birds for the first time, like she’s just saved a city and the blood is singing in her veins. Alex punches her sister lightly on the arm, and heads towards the door.
“Yeah, I don’t think so either,” she calls back. But Kara’s already out of sight, no doubt already lost to the steam in her bathroom. Which is exactly as far as Alex is taking that particular line of thought. 
Maybe Maggie will drop by after her nightshift. Alex should really text her and find out.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant Characters: Kara Danvers, Cat Grant, Carter Grant Additional Tags: Campfires, Camping, Vacation Summary:
Carter gets let down by his father at the last minute. Kara makes sure to fix that for him (and Cat)
ART BY xxTORCHxx, words by fictorium
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brazenedminstrel · 3 years
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5 works tag game
I was tagged by @novak-fan and @riverstyxgoddess! 
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
2020 has been a productive year for me, fanwork-wise. I’ve been sucked into the witcher, amongst other things. But I’ve also done a lot of stuff for my conservatory study that I’d like to keep off tumblr, purely so my colleagues won’t run into whatever I do here. I’ll keep this fanworks only. 
In no particular order: 
1. Still Waters (fanfic, the witcher, yennefer/tissaia, witcher!yennefer) 
One of my big writing collabs with @greypaws6896 and the one we’re working on at the moment. I really like this one because it balances on the edge of outlandish and rooted in canon. We’re keeping to canon events but also doing our own thing with it, creating our own little world that’s about as eccentric as the witcher world itself. Greypaws narrates every chapter and I make music for some, which also adds a lot to our story. 
2. Warm Blood (fanfic, the witcher, yennefer/tissaia, post-sodden) 
Our first writing collab and the one with which we projected ourselves into the fandom :D 
I like this one a lot because it caters to morbid people like me and Greypaws, without shame and without holding back. There’s angst, pain, blood, suffering and if you know me a little, you know I love to write that. There’s this post about putting your characters in a jar and shaking it... that’s what this is. 
3. Warm Blood - Chapter 1 (music, for the aforementioned fic)
For string quintet. 
I’m picking this one because the intro follows the dialogue almost perfectly and I still think that’s very very neat of me. Apart from that it’s just a really good mix of my styles, part very lyrical and with independent instruments, part loop-based like many movie and tv soundtracks are. 
I also discovered my love for the Bartók pizzicato with this track!! >:D 
4. Still Waters - Fever Scene (music, for chapter 11 of the fic)  
For piano and strings. 
Morbid composer writers morbid songs! No seriously, that’s all this song is. Morbid and sad music, for a similarly morbid and sad chapter. I love this song because it’s so diverse in 5 minutes. Parts of it are very grand, with all the power of the ensemble, parts are very small and fragile in tone. Parts are stressed out and fast, others are as slow as Tissaia’s heartbeat in the chapter. 
5. Still Waters - The Red-Haired Bear (music, for witcher!Coral) 
For flutes, accordion, clarinet, bassoon, strings, guitar and a lot of percussion
I wanted to make a theme for Coral since she features a lot in Still Waters, and is generally a lot of fun to write. It also gave me a perfect excuse to write more folk music and to try to imitate some bagpipes. I think this song turned out very well! You can clearly hear her two sides. One smuggy smug, the other a beast in battle. 
I don’t do christmas or new years’ resolutions because I know every year will bring improvement if I just keep making... stuff. BUT I will say that I hope I can at least bag one concert in 2021 because all of mine got shut down last year. 
Tagging @greypaws6896 (do it do it do it), @yanana94, @ice-fairy-chiruno, @yennefer-maleficent-black, @elrojocapucha, @clydethistles and @xxtorchxx
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writers-dilemma · 3 years
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I was tagged by @mindmypensieve
the rules: tag five or more people that you are thankful for in your 2020, that you’re thankful exists in a world that’s hard to live in. whether that be through random reblogs on your posts, or people you have had full blown conversations with. whether it’s just seeing them on your dash, or interacting with them
Tagging: @xemilylhx @sentientpinkfrosting @greypaws6896 @brazenedminstrel @kapuahiwahiwa @yenneferfucks @let-your-chaos-explode @lewisandquark @xxtorchxx @eileniessa @incorrect-xena-quotes
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greypaws6896 · 3 years
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5 works tag game
Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!
I was tagged by @brazenedminstrel, @riverstyxgoddess and @novak-fan, thanks for the tag :) I’ve been rather busy this year with creative stuffs so here we go! 1. Still Waters, (Yennaia, Witcher fanfiction) I absolutely love working on this story with the very talented @brazenedminstrel. It all started when she showed me a witcher Yen photo manipulation done by @xxtorchxx one day and we both went :O :O and then our brains did a thing. And now thing is almost 100k words long and not only are we updating weekly but it includes music created by her, art by me (and a few others <3) and I’ve narrate the entire thing as we go along.  2. Still Waters, (Witcher!Coral and Owl!Phillipa fanart) This is a side ship rare-pair that we created. They appear in the Still Waters story and are basically two shits who were made for each other. I really enjoy working in both traditional and digital so this is the best of both worlds. Anyone who knows me understands how much I love shading and drawing textures, and this big rectangle is full of them. Plus, how can you not love that smuggy smug grin. In addition, I got to draw a very judgy owl who happens to be a sorceress. 3. Still Waters, (Witcher!Coral, the big rectangle, fanart) Here she is again! This is my first full body concept art as I usually focus on portraits or half-body figure drawings. But, @brazenedminstrel convinced me to do a full body with more pleading eyes emojis than I could resist, and here we are! I started her in graphite, then worked her in digital. Whenever I don’t think I can do something difficult I look to that rectangle with a big weapon and become inspired. 4. Still Waters, (Leshen art) Monster art!!! Again, because I love drawing textures, the prospect of drawing a woodland creature made of bark and bone was too tempting. I had been looking forward to doing this since before we had even officially started the story. Big tree thing! 5. Warm Blood, (Yennaia fanfiction) My first fanfic! Written with co-author @brazenedminstrel, this story begins during Sodden and is filled with some of our favorite things. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, overly concerned people trying to care for ridiculously stubborn people, and Tissaia telling stinky people that they need to bathe. It also includes art and music created by us as extras. As with almost everything between us, this was brought on by a “what iffffff” and there you have it.
6. Still Waters narration I know it said 5...but it also said (ish) so I’m going to shamelessly add a link to my soundcloud in case you want to listen. I’m not a professional voice artist but I’m pretty damn dramatic when I want to be and I’ve just upgraded my mic!
I don’t know who has already been tagged in this, and I haven’t checked tumblr in a few days, so I’m sorry if you’ve already done it or been tagged a million times lol. And only if you want to! @xxtorchxx because I already tagged you anyways, @gayllamafromspace @writers-dilemma
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