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For the ask game:
Supercorp fic where Lena runs a popular webseries/blog about plants and plant care and Kara (one of her avid subscribers) is absolutely hapless when it comes to keeping plants alive and is constantly asking Lena for help only to fail spectacularly. Lena is *convinced* Kara is fucking with her on purpose, and kinda sorta hates her virtual guts
(Now also on a03.)
Lena isn’t naive.
When she made the decision to set up a discord server for her plant vlog’s followers, she knew there was a possibility things might get messy. After all, even while remaining anonymous — she can practically hear her PR team screaming at the idea of Lena Luthor running her own verified social media account — her comment section has always been 45% earnest compliments and questions from beginner botanists and 55% unabashed thirst over her sexy hands and soothing voice. Lena imagined any possible frustration caused by having to sidestep the occasional untoward overture would be worth the satisfaction she gets from teaching fellow hobbyists to take better care of their plants. It’s nice to feel like she’s being appreciated, for a change, to be allowed to play hero in a small way, different from L-Corp’s high-stakes idealism or Supergirl’s histrionic stunts.
(She still hasn’t managed to set up a meeting with National City’s super-powered alien in residence, but she’s certain it will be any day now.)
Lena couldn’t have predicted that the most aggravating individual on her server wouldn’t turn out to be a persistent suitor, but rather a member of the plant-loving minority.
If the violence this ‘Kvers’ person routinely inflicts on their houseplants can be considered love.
Why are my plant’s leaves yellowing? had been this idiot’s first, innocuous ask. Moments later, they’d followed it up with a picture of the brown, crisp remains of what Lena had only vaguely recognized must at one point have been a vibrant green ZZ plant.
Because it’s fucking dead, Lena had wanted to reply, suggesting instead Is it possible it’s near a window where it gets too much direct light?
My place does get a good amount of sun, Kvers had responded. I kind of prefer it that way. Lena had given her a list of plants that would fare better in those conditions, and hoped that would be that.
But it didn't end there; it’s actually only gotten worse. Kvers is in Lena’s notifications what feels like every other day now with fresh doubts and queries. Why do you even have plants, Lena is tempted to respond half the time, when it’s obvious you’re too much of a moron to even be trusted to take care of yourself?
Are banana plants supposed to tear this easily? comes the next question, combined with a picture of a Dwarf Cavendish that looks to have been ripped to shreds by a wind stronger than the average tornado.
“What the fuck,” Lena mumbles to herself. Some tearing is to be expected, they’re pretty frail, she replies, before snapping and adding I advise placing it a little further away from that jet engine you must have set up in your living room, however in a disgruntled huff.
Kvers sends her only a 😳 in response.
A fresh victim is presented to her a few days later, along with Kvers’s desperate plea of Can this little guy still be saved?
Pictured is the saddest Boston fern Lena has seen in her entire life: it’s bruised grey-brown and beige where it should be a vivid emerald, and when Lena clicks the image to enlarge, she finds herself frowning at what looks like a dusting of frost still clinging to the fronds.
Ferns can recover from freezing conditions but only if their roots weren’t also affected, Lena replies very professionally, her fingers shaking with silent outrage. Though I don’t understand why you’d keep a potted fern outdoors when it’s that cold. She’s beginning to wonder if this Kvers person is a genuine imbecile or an abusive prankster. Where do you live that you’re dealing with these weather conditions in August? she demands.
Oh, um, Kvers replies and then, after a few starts and stops, Southern California.
So Kvers is absolutely fucking with her.
It takes a week before they’re asking for Lena’s input again. This buddy is looking a little rough today, they post, do you think a good soak could help perk it back up?
The miserable money tree pictured is barely clinging to life. Lena peers through the furious red haze descending over her vision and swears it looks like its few remaining leaves are singed.
Lena’s patience has run out. Are you serious? she asks. Did someone burn your building down?
Small kitchen accident Kvers has the audacity to reply.
It’s the final straw in every sense of the word. Lena will not stand for this blatant abuse a moment longer, especially if it’s done exclusively for the purpose of getting her attention. Before she can think too much about it, before her rage recedes, she sends Kvers a direct message announcing she’s coming by for a home consultation.
Where in SoCal are you exactly?
As it turns out, Kvers is right here, in National City.
She’s also a bafflingly attractive — though fidgety — blonde.
Blue eyes widen and pink lips part when she answers the door, her shoulders so broad and her arms so beefy she takes up most of the space in the doorway to her loft. Lena probably wouldn’t be able to see past her, at her endangered plants beyond, if she still wanted to.
But she can tell her loft is well-lit, like she’d mentioned — she’s framed by the sun’s dying rays, her hair and skin golden and shimmering in a way not entirely of this earth.
This explains so much, Lena realizes, relieved. The wind. The frost. The burns.
Her would-be adversary is wearing glasses and her hair is up, and her flustered demeanor seems so awkwardly genuine that Lena wonders if the image this woman projects when she’s dressed in her more familiar reds and blues is the act — if this awestruck, faded-jeans-clad cutie is the real person that’s hiding underneath.
She looks far more human than Lena would have imagined.
“You’re Lena Luthor,” she finally manages to stutter out.
Lena regards her evenly. “Good to finally meet you,” she says, and, dropping her voice a little, “Supergirl.”
#supercorp fan fiction#plant vlog au#supergirl fan fiction#fic by ekingston#who has two thumbs & managed to pen a clean 1000 word drabble for the first time in probably a decade?#👍 this guy! 👍#thank you for the incentive gaby! you’re a gem!#ask meme#deadbiwrites#fan ficlet#1k
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#poll#adhd#baby’s first poll#also tagging#deadbiwrites#bc she is very patiently putting up with me right now lmao#the disorder is disordering#i hate it#i know why its doing this#logically i know its not a big deal#but It Is#please dont judge me for this horrible grammar im tired on every single level today
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'For Island Fires and Family' by Dermot Kennedy
Very post-reveal fallout vibes for me
I loved these vibes! Thank you
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[Podfic of] Liar Liar Plants On Fire (7:20 min) by wilfriede0815
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Lena Luthor gets to have one (1) hobby, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still need a hug, No Plants Were Harmed In The Making Of This Fic, and look kara can’t help it okay, imagine what your house would look like if you sneezed at a hundred thousand miles per hour, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes
Summary:
Why are my plant’s leaves yellowing? is the first, innocuous ask. It's followed by a picture of the brown, crisp remains of what Lena only vaguely recognizes must at one point have been a vibrant green ZZ plant.
Because it’s fucking dead, Lena wants to reply. Instead, she writes Is it possible it’s near a window where it gets too much direct light?
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In which Lena runs a popular plant care blog and Kara has yet to meet a plant she couldn't kill.
Podfic of Liar Liar Plants On Fire by @ekingston
For @deadbiwrites who prompted the story.
Cover by @shakespearestolemyurl
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Are you into superrojas?
not really my cup of tea but i respect it 😌 and also i've fully enjoyed:
gaby deadbiwrites'/bifelicia's you, me, her
valkyrieskwad's/valkyrees' a falling star fell from your heart (and landed in my eyes)
sunny whythinktoomuch's a take a way a bit of blue girl (all she wanna do is fuck me)
and jill karalovesallthegirls' Two Doors Down (they're laughing and drinking and having a party)
which is really more a testament to their writing skills than a measure of my own investment in the pairing (or tripling! as the first, second, and fourth are superrojascorp)
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Last line tag game
Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote and try to tag as many people as there are words.
Thank you @rustingcat for the tag. I actually have something recent to share!! So without further ado
It scares her to see Lena in the hospital bed looking so small and fragile that Kara almost thinks twice about brushing her thumb across Lena's cheek while she sleeps, afraid she might hurt her.
I don't think I can tag as many people as there are words buuuut here it goes
@deadbiwrites @ekingston @hrwinter @oreoambitions @littlemousejelly @stennnn06 @proudlyunicorn
#this is not from the one with all the doctors#i may or may not have started yet another au in hopes of trying to get the writer juices flowing#and so far its a little angsty#nemo writes
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Imma send a happy one-
Lazy morning/ pancakes vs. waffles debate
It’s impossibly cold when she wakes up.
At least, it’s impossibly cold everywhere she’s not pressed up against a very warm body, everywhere she’s not snuggled under several blankets and engulfed in a sense of coziness.
To clarify, her left leg is impossibly cold.
Kara presses her nose against the shoulder of the body next to her, shifting under the blankets so that her leg is back in the safety of the warmth. Before she can shift further, fully take advantage of the body next to her, her bed companion stirs and grabs her hand, forcing her to still her motions.
“Press your cold feet to mine again, love. See what happens.”
Kara grins, pulling their joined hands towards Lena’s waist, fingers idly brushing beneath her shirt’s hem. “I wouldn’t need to if you would stop stealing the blankets every night,” she says. “I get cold too, you know.”
Lena turns around, eyes narrowed playfully. “You liar,” she says, and it’s all the warning Kara gets before Lena gives her a quick kiss and pulls away completely, going as far as tossing the blankets back and getting out of bed.
“Nooo,” Kara whines, rolling onto her back, arms splayed wide as she watches with some disappointment as her wife pulls on her pajama pants and a dressing gown. “We said we’d take it easy this morning. Sleep in. Make waffles.”
Lena pauses her movements, turning to look at Kara in confusion. “Waffles?”
“The best breakfast food.” When Lena doesn’t immediately respond, Kara turns onto her side so that she can get a better view of her wife. “What?” she prods, noticing the slight look of discomfort on Lena’s face.
“It’s just,” Lena starts, biting her lip, “you must know that’s not true.”
It takes a second for Lena’s meaning to become clear, and when it does, Kara gasps dramatically, clutching at her chest and pretending she’s been shot, rolling back onto her back. “Betrayed,” she cries, squeezing her eyes shut, “by my own wife and her hatred of waffles. Shock, horror!” She opens one eye when Lena doesn’t immediately respond. “If waffles aren’t the best breakfast food, what is?”
“Pancakes,” Lena responds easily, looking like she’s stifling a laugh when Kara’s only reaction is to look at her with a gaping mouth. “Only you would take food this seriously,” she continues, stepping back towards the bed, leaning down, and pressing a kiss to Kara’s cheek. “You’re my favorite.”
She seems to think that’s the end of the discussion, stepping into the bathroom to brush her teeth and then mentioning something about getting coffee ready before she leaves Kara in the bedroom and heads to the kitchen.
Kara blinks several times, processing this new information about her wife, then speeds through getting dressed and brushing her teeth before chasing after Lena.
“Wait, wait,” Kara says as she reaches her in the kitchen. “You’re serious? You like pancakes?”
“What’s wrong with pancakes?” Lena asks, looking like she’s genuinely confused, pack of coffee grounds in hand.
“What’s not wrong with them?” Kara returns. She hadn’t realized, when she woke up not fifteen minutes ago, they’d be having such an important discussion this morning. If she’d had any idea this was coming, she’d have at least prepared an itemized, alphabetical list of all the reasons waffles were clearly superior. “They’re floppy. Disintegrate in the syrup—”
“—well, love, anything would disintegrate with the amount of syrup you put on it—” Lena tries, but Kara keeps going.
“—the structural integrity of a pancake stack is nonexistent! Waffles can withstand the weight of fruit, chocolate, whipping cream, even candy—”
“Kara, no one puts candy on waffles—”
“—whereas pancakes just fall apart,” Kara finishes. “There’s no spunk, no character to pancakes. You know?”
Lena abandons her attempt at making coffee and steps in front of Kara, her hands cradling Kara’s cheeks, thumb gently caressing a spot near her lips. It’s cheating, Kara knows it’s cheating, but she figures it’s all right this once, and she doesn’t make any move to pull away. “I’ve genuinely never thought about the character—or rather, the lack of it—of my pancakes. They sort of taste the same to me, honestly. I just like that pancakes are softer. Fluffy, you know?”
Kara frowns as she thinks about it. “Fluffy?” she questions, not quite sure the answer matters anymore, not when Lena’s so close, when she’s looking at her like that.
“Fluffy,” Lena confirms. She takes Kara’s hands and starts to pull her back towards the bedroom. “We could spend our one morning off arguing about it. Or we could just have a big lunch later?”
“Breakfast is overrated, you’re absolutely right,” Kara says, allowing Lena to continue tugging her closer to the bedroom.
(Though Lena has the last laugh, with their big lunch later turning out to be waffles and pancakes, which Kara has to concede is just perfect.)
#thanks so much!!! I appreciate the happy#deadbiwrites#fanfic#personally I am a pancake person#let's do a poll how many of you are wrong?#this brought to you by freezing cold temps#supercorp
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yaaaaas pal. have some reignjas snark from my other holiday one shot WIP --
Andrea watches her with an amused smile, her eyes glimmering in the glow of the holiday lights. Sam swallows heavily.
"I never said I didn't like you," Andrea leans in closer, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "To be quite honest with you Sam, I don't think about you enough to have an opinion."
WIP ask game
#reignjas#rojarias#guess ill just keep writing them over and over and over....#WIP ask game#deadbiwrites#sten says
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It's okay, one time when I was waiting tables The Most Beautiful Woman I've Ever Seen walked in with friends and sat in my section (fatal mistake for all involved). She was super nice (and so, SO pretty), and I was... not drooling, mostly, so it was going great. And she made an offhand comment, just being nice, A Flirty Thing popped out of my mouth (without permission), and then I IMMEDIATELY TURNED AND RAN. SMACK INTO A BOOTH. Bruised my ribs, knocked everything off the table. It was awesome.
ldhfgljksdhg YOU RAN INTO THE BOOTH. GABY. I CANNOT. What on earth did you say to her that prompted you to do such a thing?? I feel like I shouldn’t laugh, but the image of everything just swept entirely off the table in one disastrous moment is... *chef’s kiss*
#bruised ribs suck#I have been there#I hope they healed quickly for your sake#gay disaster#deadbiwrites
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Damn/dammit
damn & cwb au
“I don’t agree with your notes,” Kara all but snapped the next time she burst into Andrea’s office.
Only Andrea’s assistant glanced back at her in alarm, while Andrea herself just continued signing all the forms held out to her.
“Close the door on your way out,” Andrea instructed her assistant, leaning back against her desk as she and Kara waited until the assistant did just that. “My notes?”
“Yeah! You need to stop sacrificing the quality of content for the sake of your damn clicks. There is more to journalism than just—”
“And?” Andrea cut in, nonchalant yet precise. “You might have to switch tactics if you’re trying to convince me of something.”
Kara’s jaw worked, clenching as her breathing grew huffy from frustration. “Why? You need some stress relief?”
“No. But you seem to.”
dammit & the au au chapter 3
Kara sighs in exasperation. “You’re being ridiculous. You can’t stay here all night, Lena.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” Lena fires back, bitterness cutting through the slur of alcohol, and Kara’s heart readily sinks.
During her nightly patrols at home, Kara had of course witnessed firsthand how often Lena would work late into the night, making up for the lost sleep by napping during her lunch hour. Apparently, the Lena staring blearily up at her was no different. But this Lena was currently within arm’s reach, and Kara knows that she can actually do something about it, and dammit, she won’t be leaving the building without at least this Lena in tow.
“I’m taking you home, Lena,” Kara says slowly, clearly. “Even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and fly you there, kicking and screaming.”
Lena’s already pale cheeks go stark white at Kara’s words, slight nausea evident in her grimace. And whether it’s as the prospect of flying in general or flying with Kara doesn’t matter, because it works.
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29??
29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic.
hi gaby i went into my google docs and unearthed this cursed thing and discovered there’s actually quite a bit more of it than i remembered 🧟♂️
(and then some apocalyptic stuff happens)
(… and by cursed i mean it whispers my name in the dark of night begging for me to reanimate it)
send me writer asks!
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Superspheercorp OT3!!! love Supercorp and love Jack Spheer but never thought of them all together until your fic. Was so surprised to see some people were unhappy to see you write the first fic in the comments you wrote on teh second piece - I thought the first one was, for something so smutty, also so so sweet and adorable & pink doesn’t disappoint either! loved how you write them as a “giggly bunch” and the dynamic between Jack and Lena is just precious. its actually brainbreaking how the 3 of tehm manage to be so unbelievably cute while doing... um… all of that. thank you for this crack pairing!!( the series name also killed me.)
sgsdfgbnd i'm so glad you enjoyed reading about them! definitely a fun dynamic i never thought i'd get draw to, but i have my buddy @sango-blep to thank for egging me on (being very lovely and playing in the sandbox with me) and @deadbiwrites in my corner telling me to boot up bitch but take care of yourself (and all credit for the series name goes to her, one day i'll be as hilarious as gaby LOL). thank you for your message! <3
#ask me stuff!#in a way this second fic is for the both of them#for being in my corner and telling me how it is at the same time#get you some beautiful humans like that#i need a writing tag
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I just devoured @deadbiwrites’ chapter 1 Good Enough to Eat and it is delicious. Thank you for feeding us.
A somewhat spoilery sketch below
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For the salty asks, #17 and #19?
Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…
A couple of years ago I wrote a long post about how I wish the Lena-Catco storyline had gone. I still think it would have been fun to watch. :)
What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?
Hahaha I can only pick one thing?
I think it’s fun to see how Buffy and even XWP have experienced a kind of revisionist (positive) history here. I didn’t watch Xena but vividly recall reading a lot of criticism of Lucy Lawless and people talking shit about her personal life while the show was on air. I was more tuned into the Buffy fandom and though my IRL fan friends didn’t care at all about bts gossip, there was a lot of shit talking online about SMG as well. Especially ironic given what we now know about what a POS Joss Whedon is!
In conclusion: I don’t love how fandom eventually turns on the (very few) women leads out there. We see some of this in SG fandom too.
Also grating to me: speculation about an actor or singer’s sexuality to the extreme of elaborate zapruder-tin foil hat nonsense under the guise of “fighting homophobia” or some shit.
Salty fandom asks
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Had no idea it was spitroast day! I'll have to reread for the 100th when I get home from work 😌
Happy spitroast day, thanks for sharing your writing with us 💜
big same i had NO CLUE. i wrote it for gaby deadbiwrites' bday in march of that year too (ALBEIT VERY BELATEDLY) so i sat here like oh my god? it's march? happy spitroast day, i hope your work day goes smoothly!!
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Supercorp Prompt- 'BUT LOOK AT THE EARS! LOOK HOW CUTE!' 'We ARE NOT keeping it!' (In which they keep it)
I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FRIEND!!!! <3
Read on AO3
“I just want to look.” Kara whines.
“You never want to just look.” Lena replies with a raised eyebrow.
“Please Lena!” Kara pouts as she swings their hands between them. “I’ll never ask again.”
“Also, not true.” Lena smirks. “You said the same thing last weekend.”
“Lenaaaaa,” Kara tugs gently on her hand as she stares at her with soft eyes. “Pleeeeease.”
Lena can’t stop the smile as she waves her free hand for Kara to lead on.
“They have different ones this week.” Kara chatters while she tugs Lena past vendors selling various produce, completely focused on the multilevel tower the humane society set up to show off a couple cats available for adoption.
“Look at them.” Kara coos as she puts her free hand against the wire, letting a short haired ginger sniff her palm before she wiggles a finger through the siding.
Lena’s zoned out staring at Kara’s happy profile haloed in morning sun when she feels Kara stiffen under her hand.
“Lena…” Kara’s mouth gapes as she stares off at a pen set up in the grass. “They have puppies.” Kara turns to stare at Lena with shiny eyes.
“Kara…” Lena warns as Kara starts to drift backwards, their arms stretching out between them. “Kara, no.”
Lena knows she’s already lost when Kara lets go of her hand. Blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders as she disappears between other passing couples.
Kara’s spread out on the grass when Lena catches up. A small puppy already sitting in her lap. The two of them wiggling together in excitement.
“Oh boy.” Lena whispers to herself as she approaches. Gingerly lowering herself into the grass as Kara holds up the small wriggling ball of fluff towards her with a grin.
“Look at him.” Kara croons as she pulls the puppy back towards her, bumping noses and cooing as the puppy licks at her face.
“Very cute.” Lena admits as she watches her girlfriend. Eyes and nose crinkled in happiness.
As soon as it’s out of her mouth, Kara perks up. Turning towards Lena with an open mouth.
“No.” Lena says before the question can even pass Kara’s lips.
Unfazed Kara just holds up the puppy beside her. “But look at the ears!”
Lena eyes drift up to the ears Kara’s currently rubbing her nose against. One perked up in alert, the other flopping over at the tip like it just can’t help it.
“Look at how cute!” Kara peels her eyes away from the puppy and suddenly Lena’s pinned with two sets of puppy eyes.
“We’re not taking it.”
Sighing, Kara lifts the puppy to tuck it under her chin.
“Can you at least take a picture?”
Lena pulls her phone out without hesitation, taking a few more pictures then entirely necessary.
“Look at how cute we are!” Kara looks over Lena’s shoulder at the photo. “Let’s get one with you too!”
Kara takes the phone from Lena before she can protest. Hooking her chin over Lena’s shoulder as she holds up the phone in front of them. Placing the puppy in Lena’s lap so she can wrap her arm around Lena’s waist.
Kara snaps the photo while Lena’s distracted looking down at the puppy.
“We look good.” Kara whispers in her ear, making Lena jolt as she holds the phone for Lena to see.
“I think you like him.” Kara teases gently, pressing her nose into Lena’s hair as Lena stares at the photo with a small smile.
“Go ask them for the adoption papers.” Lena whispers before she can change her mind.
#supergirl#supercorp#kara danvers#lena luthor#nemo writes#fanfiction#yes this is my second supercorp puppy prompt today#bc i did not plan well#but that just means MORE DOGGOS#deadbiwrites
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