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reblog if you believe fanfic writers are as valid and talented as any professional writer who publishes and sells their novels

I’m trying to prove a point

And then they aren't finished and haven't been updated since 2011 and you feel the urge to write a fanfiction about that fanfiction but feel as though you can't live up to that legacy -

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

No kid(s) for Supercorp

I think the trope, that Kara and Lena want to have kid(s) of their own is a something which is mainly fueled by heteronormative conceptions of what history/media/people/society tells us to be the goal of happiness in life:

The ultimate goal to happiness and a fulfilled life is having kids.

No, it's not. And kids are not the epitome of love. It's just what "they" told us for centuries.

Lena and Kara won't have kid(s) of their own for many reasons:

They love Esme and love to be her aunts, having kid(s) of their own would take them and their time away from Esme.

They have a happy (chosen) family around. They are fulfilled with a social surrounding.

Lena knows that she has so many fawked up experiences from her own childhood, that she will need hundreds of sessions of therapy to resolve them in order to not act on what she learned from her "parents". Even if she knows that she was treated wrong, she can't just make it go away by "I know you have a good heart".

It was never mentioned to be a topic of the heart for Kara.

It was never mentioned to be a topic of the heart for Lena.

Lena wants to do good and she knows that she can do much more good for the world (and the universe) with her science and developments.

Lena loves her job and her scientific creativity. That's a passion for her.

Kara loves her two jobs from the bottom of the heart. That are two passions for her.

And: Kara and Lena need the rest of their free time to make up for the wasted years, multiple times a day and they still are hungry for each other.

Fantasy fiction featuring orphan-hero and chosen-one tropes (and this fic just so happens to have a teeny bit of inspiration from Harry Potter stuff, and maybe a bit of Lion Guard stuff, idk)

There was a boy who grew up in an orphanage for ten years, before getting adopted by his father's best friend.

The boy's uncle-figure had been looking for the boy ever since he heard that his best friend (the boy's father) and his wife (the boy's mother) died.

The boy's parents died separately, in two separate incidents. The boy's father (Aaron Edelhert) sacrificed himself to let his wife and baby son escape when there was a threat against their village. The mother took their baby boy to a different village to take refuge.

Unfortunately, when the boy was two to three years old, he was bitten by a dark snake, whose venom was lethally cursed. That snake also came from the same threat those two to three years ago, which the boy's father had partially succeeded to destroy before succumbing to his death. The mother acted quickly and extracted the curse, but at the cost of her own life. This left the boy with a scar over his eye, and his blood being laced with venom (without the curse). The venom gave him a certain immunity to some poisons, venoms and curses. It also prevented him from being recursed years later. The boy attributes this immunity to his mother's sacrifice rather than the venom itself.

POV

A tall, handsome young man stepped into the orphanage. He spoke politely to the orphanage staff, asking for a certain Augustus Jason Edelhert. They kindly obliged and gestured to the light-haired boy with a strange-looking blotch on his face.

The boy was sitting at a table with some friends, drawing pictures (really good pictures, the young man thought, he has his dad's talent).

The staff called the boy, and he walked up to them obediently, warily eyeing the man. The man stifled a gasp when he saw the blotch for what it was; a large, fat slash mark over the boy's left eye, from just above his eyebrow all the way to the bottom of his jaw. What have they done to you?

The man fought back his tears and smiled as welcomingly as he could at the little version of his brother. It stung him to know that he was a stranger in the boy's eyes (rather piercing eyes at that), but he would soon fix that.

"Augustus Jason Edelhert, this is your godfather, Cyrus Kane Waterbury. He will be looking after you in place of your parents."