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Polyrhythms

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Nakia watches Okoye in training drills with the Dora Milaje.  She admires the way they move as one; their steps in rhythm with each other’s, all following the same rhythm; the sound of Okoye’s hands beating out a complex rhythm that they must follow without faltering.

Step.  Step.  Thrust. Step.  Back. Withdraw.  Strike.  Step.  Step.  Back.

Okoye’s voice is lifted, singing against the rhythm she is clapping out.  She does not sing for ornamentation, for entertainment, but her voice is strong and rich.  It thunders from the pit of her chest as she sings a song about the panther god, his lithe grace and fearsome power.  Nakia thinks that Okoye is touched by the panther god too.  The rhythm of her song fits against the beat she claps out but it is free of it, also.  They are two systems, independent and separate, that wind around each other perfectly.

Step.  Step.  Thrust. Step.  Back. Withdraw.  Strike.  Step.  Step.  Back.

The Dora all move in time with it.

Nakia’s eyes follow the red and gold of their armor as they weave the steps, formation perfect, like a cluster of Nandi flame blooming in the trees.  And Okoye’s bloom is always brightest to Nakia’s eyes.

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1 + supercat ❤️

fictorium:

Cat is anticipating the first ‘I miss you text’ days before it arrives. In a way, she’s impressed that Kara held out for so long. Knowing what she does, Cat doesn’t expect her former assistant to be anything but a bundle of abandonment issues, really. It’s just the clarity that comes with distance lets Cat (and her ego, architect of too many bad life decisions) see Kara’s devotion for what it always has been: an all-consuming, visible-from-space crush.

Only Kara doesn’t get over it with a few shots of toxic alcohol, or with a boy toy to chew up and spit out. Those have always been Cat’s preferred methods of forgetting, of moving on. She even pushes Kara into Lena Luthor’s path, carefully orchestrated via Snapper. The reports of Lena’s latent lesbianism may be more alliterative than substantive, but if it’s a CEO Kara needs to idolize, then Lena has the job title to match. 

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An Argument of Witches AU masterpost

romans-art:

links to all of the Harry Potter and Devil Wears Prada crossover for Miranda Priestly/Andy Sachs work that I’ve done, including fic and artwork as below. This will be updated as more content is created.

Summary: Miranda is a world-renowned wandmaker, and Andy is the world’s least likely Slytherin. 

Warnings: Rated for explicit sexual content in some chapters (as specifically noted in the list below). If you have any specific concerns, please ask.

An Argument of Witches (fic series)

  1. most like a marsh fire (NSFW as of ch 4)
  2. a case of synaesthesia (NSFW)
  3. what lingers in the eaves 
  4. violante in the pantry
  5. climbing the primordial (NSFW)

Official Artwork

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12]

Fanart (which I adore)

Scene from ch. 3 of most like a marsh fire – by @hattersarts​ 

Andy’s terrible wizarding fashion sense – by @hattersarts​

[sketches 1] [sketches 2] and [sketches 3] by @swordjaw

“I’m not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you’re calling me by a different name” AU

rubylipz:

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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We’re Holding On To Something That’s Invisible

majordetectiveagent:

A long awaited 7k sequel to the soulmark fic Holding On To Something I Haven’t Got. Same Linkin Park song inspired this title. I hope it lives up to expectations. Lemme know.

“But did you honestly try to find a way to reverse what was done to you? Or were you relieved you wouldn’t have to lie to anyone else or live up to their expectations?”

When Alex actually had a moment to herself to think, she really, truly, wanted to slam Kara into a wall. Of course, she tried to find a reversal. Of course, she wanted to have her soul mark healed. As much as Kara was right about Alex being relieved, that didn’t mean she wanted to miss out on the brief moment of that mythical euphoria. Even if Alex had ended up not liking her soulmates, at least she would know who they were.

Alex hadn’t been the only one affected by the Jatarian’s actions. Griff didn’t deserve what had happened to him. She had tried for months to find a fix for their situation. Between ops and labs and training, Alex had spent every free moment studying the tools used to harm them. She had combed through every bit of research, having learned an entirely new language. But the Fort Rozz escapee really hadn’t been interested in a way to reverse his damaging studies. All he wanted was to cause humans pain.

Now, Alex had to sit in her lab, with old reports opened on her desk and on her computers. The Jatarian’s tools were still in their sealed container, but now they were in sight for the first time in almost three years. She knew the flare of pain on her wrist was a phantom one. It still made her twitch.

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Holding on to what I haven’t got

majordetectiveagent:

I’m sick, all congested and sore throat and while I’m lucky it isn’t strep that just means I have to old school heal from this without antibiotics. So. I had a fever dream in the form of this marvelous piece of angst.
Title from a Linkin Park song. Thanks to @bathtimefunduck for looking it over C:

Soulmate AU

~Everyone has distinct, faded tattoos on their wrists that would glow and get a little warm and send a shot of euphoria when their soulmate is met. Touching those marks together ends the reaction and adds color to the mark.~

Alex knows she hits puberty when she wakes up to a pale blue and light green whirligig on her wrist. She is both excited and confused. She has her mark, which she’s been waiting for since she was old enough for puberty. But she has a dual mark, meaning she’ll be part of a triad. Couples are common, and anything more is rare but mostly accepted. There are some people out there who think couples are the Only Right Way, but the majority of people agree that love shared is love multiplied.

Eliza tells her triads aren’t exactly rare in their family history, but it usually skips a generation. Jeremiah says he’s never heard of any triads in his family tree, but that doesn’t mean much. They take Alex out for ice cream sundaes to celebrate.

Alex wishes they had taken a picture of her shiny new soul mark, too.

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thank you fic #4 – post-Myriad supercat

coop-writes:

This is for the amazing amazing @actualhumangirl, who asked for a Supercat get-together post Myriad. I hope this is what you wanted darling!! ❤

When Kara gets back to work, she’s kind of expecting Cat to yell at her. The thing is, Myriad had been a special circumstance, obviously, but Kara had been in full-on Supergirl mode the entire time, and then she’d been in a horrible almost-died-and-then-got-rammed-back-through-earth’s-atmosphere-as-the-hood-ornament-on-her-own-spaceship coma, which means that she hasn’t actually been to work at CatCo in an entire week.

So, yes, extenuating circumstances, but she’s still expecting to get yelled at – yelling is just how Cat shows her worry, shows that she cares. Instead Cat throws all her things into a box, acts like she’s firing her, and gives her an office and a promotion. Unexpected.

Kara stays in her new office for a long time afterwards, setting up her meager box of things. (Not her burrito – that she eats. It’s only a little covered in box dust.)

It’s hard to know how to feel. When she thought she was going to die – and before that, when she and Cat spoke on the balcony –

It has just been A Week, that’s all. She doesn’t know how to feel about this promotion, or this office. She doesn’t know what she wants. She doesn’t know how to give up being by Cat’s side all the time. She –

She doesn’t know why it was so easy for her to make peace with killing herself.

She doesn’t know what to do with this odd, niggling disappointment that she’s still here, that she’s not with her family in Rao’s light.

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Circle Complete

nerdsbianhokie:

Director Sanvers
Third part of this and this
Based on this prompt from @polyamoryprompts
AO3  (part 1 on AO3)

Of all the days she has to return to National City, it had to be the day someone blew up a building.

She could have been back weeks ago and running towards it in tac gear instead of heels and a dress, but that was entirely her fault.

She had been scared to return, to see Alex dating Maggie, to learn exactly how it all worked out.

Was Alex her unrequited? Was Maggie her enemy? The woman Alex was really supposed to be with?

A small part of her had, correctly, called her coward, had said it didn’t have to be bad.

Lucy had ignored that small part and stayed away as long as she could.

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carnationbooks:

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