honestly, if daxam is the place to have slaves and the Dominators have close enough ties to them that they have an ambassador, you know who probably directly interfered with the affairs of mon-el and his parents (because in your late 20′s, inaction is in itself condoning their actions) at one point or another?
general astra in-ze,
who would tear monohell’s limb from limb when she finds out how this fuckboy has been treating her beloved niece, starting with the first thing he ever tried to do was KILL her
The complicated story of Kara, her mother, and her aunt: People talk about us in mere tragedy, but infrequent are tragedies that do not have a speck of hope, a dreg of happiness, a split-second joy. (x)
Okay, so in Wonder Woman, the gods are dead, right? Ostensibly including Hades. I wonder if that means Diana could go to the Underworld and get Antiope back? And if Hades is alive, she could probably challenge him to a duel or something. Depends on the version of him you go with, whether it’s the sort of neutral PJO version or the more villainous version like in Disney’s Hercules.
Alex has a 3DS and a Pokemon game. She nicknames her favorite pokemon(s) after Astra - using General/Wife/Wifey/Eco-Freak/etc. her favorite changes a lot - but she will only ever use ‘Astra’ for her favorite of the week. [Right now, it’s set on Noivern, I don’t know why.] [Also, Astra has no idea.]
Alex is such a silent crier, hates to actually break down and become a shivering mess - she just buries herself into Astra and stays there until all the tears are gone - probably falls asleep there too. Astra just wraps her arms around a curled up Alex and peppers kisses onto her head.
Astra has a habit of keeping Alex on top of her while they both fall asleep. Alex rolls everywhere, and watching her roll off the edge once was enough to send the general into a silent panic. Alex Danvers is now secured comfortably every night. [Not ON TOP, on top … just, side-on top…]
Alex made the horrible mistake of taking Astra with her to an animal shelter one time. The aunt is just as bad as Kara.
Astra loves cuddling with Alex - because her human is so squishy.
Astra keeps their kisses brief, even in private, but can never get her hands off Alex, in any/most situations. She’ll always try to at least have some sort of skin contact with Alex.
After long days with the DEO, perhaps after a close fight or a particularly brutal one, or maybe even after one of them has a trip to the med bay/sun beds, Astra/Alex just pulls the other in between their legs, whether their standing, sitting, cuddling, or kneeling, and they just bop noses lightly, foreheads touching, hair curtaining their stupidly bright blushes, and light kisses here and there, sweetly whispered nothings, soft and short hummings - they don’t give a shit if they’re surrounded by glass windows.
Astra draws on the walls, she writes poems in alien languages, draws beautiful graphics and fluffy pictures of the two of them on the walls … but then Alex writes ‘Fight Me’ on the space above the bed’s headboard and Astra has given up doing anything sweet for her for some time now.
“I don’t want your pity, I want your absence.” - general danvers
“Is there anything I can get you?” Alex asks, emptying the clip from her service weapon onto the table. Astra watches the methodic way the gun is stripped, checked and put back together. Somehow, the ritual has become one of her favorite things. She wishes she could still enjoy it tonight.
“If you would stop trying to fight everything that moves, you wouldn’t have this problem.”
Alex only groans, dropping her head onto her desk and clasping her hands behind her neck. Astra had never been in Alex’s office before; in fact, she hadn’t really known that Alex had one until about a week ago. But she could see why the other woman didn’t use it often, it was dark and small. Similar to a closet. The lamp on Alex’s desk didn’t do much to light the space; there was more light coming from the open door.
“I’m in pain and you make jokes,” Alex muttered, using an excessive amount of pressure to rub her own neck. “ If you would have shown up on time, I wouldn’t have had to fight the dumb land-octopus thing by myself.”
“You should not rely on my assistance to-”
“Yeah. Got it. Handle it myself. Clearly, this just was not my day. I think I dislocated my shoulder,” Alex finished in clipped tones. Astra closed the door to the office, completing the dark closet effect.
“Let me see,” Astra said quietly, walking to stand behind Alex’s chair. She gently rested her hands on Alex’s shoulders and applied a bit of pressure. Alex gasped at the touch. “Does that hurt?”
“No. It feels good,” Alex said, dropping her own hands out of the way and allowing Astra to run hers up her neck.
Astra’s first indication that it’s a Bad Day is when she
wakes up to the sound of Alex’s alarm going off and witnesses the phone being
thrown across the room. Alex usually sets her alarm for 4:30 AM; 5:00 on days
she’s feeling lazy, but she never fails to get up and throw on a T-shirt before
heading to the kitchen to make coffee. Astra lazes in bed while Alex gets
ready, and she only gets up when her human brings in a cup of coffee for her
(the caffeine doesn’t affect her Kryptonian metabolism, of course; she just
likes the smell and the taste), and then they’ll eat breakfast together before
Alex leaves for the DEO and Astra can get started on her own day. Alex only
ever throws her phone when…..
Well, it looks like she’ll be needing to call the Martian
and tell him that Alex won’t be arriving at work today.