I commissioned Gracie, aka: @iwishicoulddrawheatherforaliving to draw this silly little idea in my head and she made the most amazing comic!!! LOOK AT IT! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! Please look at it (and scream over how adorable it is) with me:
I can't say enough how great the commission process was, so I encourage anyone who loves this as much as I do who would like some beautiful art to commission her! Or even just check out Gracie's ko-fi page and support this wonderful artist!
lillian luthor probably has these like very intimidating dobermans or something and kara's just there "ma'am, good sir, mr. dog, may i pass and use the restroom, please?"
three of them, right? so it’s like she’s gotta charm cerberus (which she does easily, all three of the doggos love kara because how could they not? they sense the golden retriever energy)
I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended
This self-indulgent Ancient Greece AU is finally done after I spent like 2 years thinking about it and way too long actually writing it, and I hope the finale is satisfying!
She’s been parted from Lena for over three full months by the time change comes.
Kara is woken not to the usual bright discomfort of her lead dome, but to sight and sound. It’s still the darkest part of the night, and she glances at the place where Clark usually stands watch only to find it empty, the dome turned over and still rolling slowly over the flagstones. And someone is standing over her in the dark. A woman, Kara thinks - she can’t make out the details for a few long seconds, her eyes still adjusting, but her suspicion is confirmed when her liberator speaks.
“Get up. Now.”
“Wh – who are you?” Kara asks, swinging her legs out of bed and trying to orient herself to the situation. The woman remains terse.
“A friend. Put these on.”
A soft bundle is thrust at Kara’s chest – a dark hood and cloak, and a plain chiton. She frowns.
“What’s going on? Is this some kind of trap to get me to try and escape? Because I’m not putting Lena in danger just to -”