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awaitingrain · 6 hours

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Some more doodling for the Hercules AU I started to draw with @bigmammallama5 and @lordsantiagoaz

+the Lena pic I posted earlier today

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Hi.

I’m working on coming back to the world of fic writing after a very long hiatus. TLDR I got sober and had a baby and my perspective on the whole world changed, as it does. So if you’ve liked my fics in the past, I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for so long. Here’s a teaser of what I’m working on right now. It’s called State Lines.

“there’s no such thing as a clean break when your heart starts bleeding out.” - chance peña

Day 1

She sold her penthouse and bought the car. A gray sedan, plenty of room for all of the belongings she cared enough to travel with. Nothing flashy, something reliable and low maintenance that wouldn’t call too much attention to her presence as she made her escape. All that mattered to her was that the car’s suspension wasn’t impacted by all of the emotional weight she was bringing with her on this journey to nowhere. She should have said something, she knows that. But what do you say when you’re leaving everything and everyone behind?

She didn’t know where she was going, not that it really mattered. She’d been driving for two days, only stopping for gas and compulsory restroom and food breaks. The more distance she could place between herself and blonde haired blue eyed loves of her life, the better. So she drove, vaguely eastbound with stinging eyes and an aching heart.

Miles passed and the road lines started to feel like metaphors, lines in the proverbial sand. Endless expanses of pavement and exit signs beckoned her forward, the promise of anonymity and rebirth lingering somewhere on the horizon as she drove. As her old life burned to cinders behind her, she felt less like a phoenix and more like a nondescript speck of ash, floating aimlessly on the wind. And maybe that’s all she was now, without her.

Day 3

By day three, Lena had to stop to sleep. She’d pushed herself as far as she could, coffee and disgustingly sweet energy drinks sustaining her only to the point of blurred vision and shaking hands. So she found a slightly innocuous looking hotel a few miles off the highway in northern Texas, pulling her borrowed (now stolen) NCU baseball cap down as far as it would go to obscure her features as she checked in. It helped, she supposed, that the kid behind the counter couldn’t drag his eyes away from the football game he was watching long enough to look her in the eye, so being recognized wasn’t an issue. She paid for the room in cash, as she had with everything else on this trip, and she tipped the boy an extra $100 bill to ensure housekeeping left the room alone until she’d checked out. Leaving a paper trail would defeat the purpose of a clean break, and she couldn’t risk being recognized by a well-meaning staffer trying to offer more towels.

In the safety of a locked hotel room, Lena took her hair down and tossed the duffle bag on the bed. It was getting dark out, and she closed the heavy curtains to keep her eyes from searching the clear sky for familiar streaks of red and blue. It was only a matter of time, she knew, before her absence would become obvious. She’d left LCorp on sabbatical, leaving Sam at the helm for the time being, vaguely committing to take the reins again sometime in the future. Her new phone was blissfully quiet, Sam and Jess the only two she trusted with the number. News alerts about superheroes and aliens and secret government agencies were disabled, and all that graced her lock screen was a stock photo of some rainy trees.

As she sat down on the bed, exhaustion starting to settle into every nerve, she couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she got here. Not physically, that was obvious. She bought a car and drove for three straight days until she realized she was endangering the other drivers (though there’d been very few) by continuing on like this. She just didn’t trust herself to keep going without rest, so here she was, in a Hilton hotel in fucking Lubbock, of all places. Trust. That’s what this all boiled down to, wasn’t it? Misplaced trust, betrayal of trust, lack of trust where it was dutifully earned with literal blood, sweat and tears. Trust, broken and shattered and disintegrated in one fell swoop with her former favorite person’s too-little-too-late confession.

#supercorp fic #looking forward to reading more of this!

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awaitingrain · 3 days

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I did a collab with the wonderful Chloé (find her on Insta and Twitter for more amazing art) and we hurt ourselves in the process. Please refrain from sending hate mail. Thank you! ❤️💙

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #kara x lena #kara zor el #supercorp fanart #fanart #everything will be fine i promise 🥹#what have we done?!!?!#no really she will be fine

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awaitingrain · 5 days

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I Can Hear Your Heartbeat

It happened on a Thursday. And it had nothing to do with assassination attempts or world destroying villains. It had to do with rain. Rain had decided to pour down on National City. It was rare in this part of the country, but when Mother Nature decided to make it rain, it was oceanic level downpours. Lena had been running a charity gala and Kara was there covering the event. They both got stuck rushing by foot in the rain as traffic was a disaster and Lena’s driver was stuck in it.

It was going fine until they both heard little whimpers coming from an alley. Kara immediately tensed next to her and then whispered, “Hang on,” before she was moving toward the noise.

“Be careful,” had barely left Lena’s lips before she saw Kara crouching over a dark shape. The next thing she knew she was jumping out of her skin due to a succession of lightning striking not far away. She moved just the wrong way and she was quickly meeting the slippery pavement when all of a sudden she was staring up into Kara’s eyes. Kara effortlessly held a box in one hand while her other arm was cradling Lena’s body from head to back, a mere inch above the soaked pavement.

How was she staying upright?

There was a huff from the box and a puppy’s nose could just be seen and Lena’s eyes shifted toward it for a fraction of a second and then back to Kara’s and it clicked.

“Supergirl,” the word left Lena’s lips in a splash of anger, her eyes flashing even as rain pounded into them.

Kara is completely still. She is a mountain in a snowstorm. Her eyes are filled with fear, worry, and apology.

Lena can’t look at her any more.

She slides across the flooded sidewalk ruining her expensive dress. Her heels coming off at her quick actions. She gets to her feet and her eyes never leave Kara who is still parallel with the ground, the puppy and box still in her one hand, but her eyes are trained on Lena.

They are still for

one

two

three

and then Lena is running.

They don’t speak for weeks. Kara gives Lena space. She knows. Instead, she throws herself into…everything. She walks kids to school, stops fires, rescues pets, assists with teaching sports and math and photography. Builds houses and people’s furniture. She creates an entire article series highlighting different foods tied to history and cultures. Another series focused on individuals from different generations having discussions. She is doing everything possible, so she doesn’t think about Lena and the urge, deep in her bones, to go to her, to apologize. She knows Lena has to be the one to reach out.

It helps that Kysh is a very active and happy puppy. Kara didn’t have the heart not to take her in.

Everything changes when a series of aliens are left beat up and strung up in the streets. Kara turns her attention to figuring out who is behind it, but starts to hit roadblocks. Several evenings are taken up with Kara hunting down clues and interviewing many people. Then someone is taken from L-Corp.

Kara and Lena meet at the D.E.O. for a run down meeting. It goes better than Kara expects. They are both professional and focus on the work. Then end up working together a lot and everything is smooth, working as if they were cut from the same mold. Once everyone throws in the towel for the day, Kara smiles at Lena and starts to speak, but Lena cuts her off, looking her right in the eyes, “I’m only here because the work has to be done.” With that she turns and walks to the bank of elevators. Kara never takes her eyes off of Lena’s receding back, her cape settling back into the place, the only sound.

The next day they work together again. Alex looks between them several times throughout the day and tries to speak with Kara. Kara cuts her off with a wave of her hand turning her attention back to laying out a plan before the team. Kara doesn’t try to talk to Lena this time.

The day after that they are working together again. They are so so close to figuring out who has been targeting aliens. Kara had been looking at the crime scene photos, yet again, and suddenly it was right in front of her it was Derek Ames. She is so relieved that she rushes to Lena across the lab to start to explain how she figured it out. Just as she starts to theorize who Ames may be connected to, as there was no way he was working alone, Lena blurts out, “I hate you” and turns back to reports she had been combing over, the discussion clearly over. Kara blinks and almost rests her hand on Lena’s shoulder, but she pulls back and heads to the break room, eating two helpings of lasagna seems better than getting in an argument with Lena. The following day they are in the field. They had been battling with Ames, it was intense as he had alien abilities and many weapons planted around. Kara and Lena were once again working completely in sync. Kara was tricking Ames while Lena was deactivating all the various grenades hidden within the warehouse. Kara could hear where he had the captives hidden, or at least, the ones that were still alive. She was striving to draw Ames away from Lena and the captives as she had seen the glint in his eyes when he had got sight of her. Supergirl was the prize he truly wanted. This reinforced why Kara felt he was working for someone else.

Chaos.

That is what reigned in the warehouse for what seemed forever. Kara had just about subdued Ames and Lena had stopped the grenades and rescued the captives when another being crashed down next to Kara and Ames.

Kara quickly moved to fight while keeping hold of Ames, but it was too much even for her and she had to let go.

Quickly both Ames and the newcomer doubled down against Kara and she was starting to lose ground when a sound bomb went off and a silent scream was ripped from Kara’s lips. Her concentration broken, the newcomer slammed their weapon against the back of her knee and she wobbled more from the sound’s ricochet effecting her than the blow itself, but it was enough and then she was left covering her ears as she watched them escape.

A few moments later, Kara turned to check on everyone else and she saw that Lena's eyes were fixed on her from the van. Lena’s breath was coming hard and her heart was pounding. Kara paused for a moment, running her hands down the front of her suit, taking a moment to get the ringing in her ears to fade, and then walked over to her.

Lena met her eyes and calmly stated, “Wonderful, we’re done. I despise you and was only working with you to save these people. I don’t care about you.” Kara took a smooth step forward. “I can hear your belahd zhor, your heartbeat, its rhythm hits a particular beat when you lie. It’s a rare occurrence, impossible to forget.” Kara took a firm step back, checking that everyone was safe, then she was in the air in pursuit of this now more complex threat.

A very special thanks to @lbbutch for the inspiration.

#supercorp #supercorp fic #supergirl #kara zor el #lena luthor #kara danvers #sc fic #lena is in trouble now 👀

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awaitingrain · 6 days

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my fav girl

also hi everyone i'm alive

#art #kara danvers #supergirl

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awaitingrain · 6 days

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Beauyasha bicep meme

#beauyasha #critical role #yasha nydoorin #beauregard lionett #mighty nein #oh my gosh i love it 🥹

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awaitingrain · 6 days

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The Beast that Bothers

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awaitingrain · 7 days

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nom 💙❤️

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl #kara x lena #supercorp fanart #fanart #nom #kara zor el #my art

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awaitingrain · 8 days

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She's enjoying this one a little bit too much...

#andrea rojas #sam arias #rojarias #oh 👀

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awaitingrain · 9 days

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Sooo, this kinda happened haha

#sc art

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awaitingrain · 9 days

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Supercorp bicep meme, sketchier than usual but it was fun

#supercorp #💙❤️

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awaitingrain · 10 days

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happy supercorp sunday to me personally

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awaitingrain · 10 days

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You can do this.

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awaitingrain · 10 days

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Blue and Fire Engine Red, Pt 1

(The Firefighter/Cop AU)

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Kara knows her local fire station. How could she not? Being a field sergeant for NCPD, not a week goes by that she’s not at a scene with a ladder, engine or ambulance. Even so, when Engine 13 pulls up on the scene of an apartment fire, a new face comes to get a sit-rep. She’s sure the woman asks some very good questions, but only one word fires across Kara’s mind and out of her mouth.

“M-march?”

The firefighter’s brow furrows. “Sorry?”

God her voice is as beautiful as she is.

“Sorry, what was the question?” Kara stammers.

“I asked how many were still inside?” The woman is clearly still befuddled by Kara’s blurt, but she stays on topic.

Kara clears her throat. “We think three. One is a three year old on the third floor with her mother.”

The firefighter nods. “Thank you, Sergeant,” she says with that same throaty voice. She turns to her crew and begins issuing orders. Kara notes that the men– and all of them are indeed men– launch into motion without question. Huh. Kara files that information away for later.

Kara’s job is done. She steps back to help with crowd control, leaving the rescue team to do their job. She trusts they know what they’re doing, she knows they do. But she can’t help the way her jaw clenches when they file through the smoking door, Firefighter March in the lead.

She can’t believe she did that. March?! Absolutely no one needs to know her familiarity with the NCFD annual calendar. She’d purchased one for the charity of it all, but the moment she’d seen the portrait for March she’d been done for. Let’s just say it’s been March for the past four months.

She must be a transfer from another station, Kara figures. Her image in the calendar confirms that much, let alone the authority she carries within her station's crew. Kara can only hope March doesn’t make the connection between the calendar and Kara’s word vomit.

That hope is dashed after March re-emerges with a middle-aged woman slung over her shoulders (with her comrade carrying the three year old steps behind her) and the fire is reduced to little more than heat and smoke. After passing the mother over to the paramedics, March catches her gaze and approaches, lifting her helmet free of her head to reveal mussed dark hair.

March grins, tucking her helmet under her left arm. “Sergeant,” she greets. “I missed your name earlier.”

“Danvers,” Kara returns, accepting March’s extended hand in a handshake. “Kara Danvers. Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“I appreciate that,” comes the easy response. “I’m Lieutenant Reilly.”

Kara arches her brow. “Lieutenant?”

“Lena,” she gets with a burst of laughter. “A pleasure.”

For a moment there’s a beat of silence as Kara finds herself tongue-tied. Lieutenant Reilly– Lena– is somehow even more gorgeous sweating with a smudged face and fuzzy hair. Luckily, Lena isn’t nearly so daunted.

“You know,” she says, “being new to the area, I could use a recommendation for a good bar.”

Ohhhhhh, jeezus. Kara recognizes the flirt for what it is, and it fills her belly with butterflies. But she wasn’t made sergeant yesterday. She knows how to give it back.

“I’m sure your guys could point you in a few directions.” She folds her arms over her chest with a teasing smile.

“Ah, but they’re not nearly so cute.”

Lena’s head tilts invitingly, and Kara has no intention of drawing this out.

“Well, then, when can I pick you up?”

Lena beams. “I’m on shift until Sunday. Why don’t you stop by the station tomorrow so we can compare calendars?”

Kara freezes. Oh no, oh no, oh–

“I might even sign yours if you ask nicely.”

Lena shoots her a parting wink before sauntering off. Kara’s cheeks flush as she watches her go. Only when she’s sure Lena is engrossed with packing up her team does Kara finally radio her status back to the dispatcher. Almost instantaneously, she gets back the report of a robbery nearby.

“This is Danvers, Unit 1P4 responding.”

#supercorp

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awaitingrain · 10 days

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When did this happen? When did my feelings for Kelly get so strong, and how could I possibly feel this way about somebody that I barely know?

#dansen #kelly olsen #alex danvers #dansen art #supergirl art #supergirl #so cute 🥰

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awaitingrain · 10 days

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Here’s my contribution to the 2019 Supercorp fan zine.

I finally added this piece to my shop! It’s available in 5x7, 8x10, and 11x17. Be sure to take a look around… there’s lots of other good things to pick up.

If you use the code SUMMER15 at check out, you’ll get 15% off your entire order… so be nice to yourself this Monday and get some art!

#sc art #supercorp #woah

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awaitingrain · 11 days

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Stitch Kara and Scrump Lena :)

#supercorp as tatertots #supercorp in onesies #lilo and stitch #supercorp #supercorp fanart #kara danvers #supergirl #lena luthor #cuteness overload 🥹

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