#dc clark kent

[angel-cryptid]

[marskiiii]

clarkie

[emmer-g]

It's a long way down, Smallville

[yandereunsolved]

✐ᝰ Yandere Clark Kent 'Superman' ᝰ.ᐟ

Alien, farmer, reporter, superhero, and Justice League member are all titles Clark has collected over the years. They stretch from the most mundane to the ones that are given the highest respect. All of these titles pale in comparison to the one he yearns for the most: to be your husband. Every one of his positive traits seemed to disintegrate when it came to you, his accomplishments and status along with them. He was simply Clark to you, not Superman or Kal-El.

He was nothing but a love-sick maniac at your feet. His obsession threatens to break the moral code he is so devoted to. He understands that his attraction to you is something unhealthy and taboo. He is a beacon of light in the darkness of the world. Yet he'd be willing to blind the entire world with light just to be acknowledged by you. He'd cut out his own heart and present it in a gift box with a red bow if it'd please you.

You—just a human reporter who works at the Daily Planet. You who lives in a small studio apartment. You who has aspirations of doing something greater than just writing opinion pieces. You who has captured the noble hero's heart. 

You, you, you, you, you, you, you.

He can't get enough.

He doesn't get enough of you. You seem to actively avoid him. You interact with Lois so cordially; you two are close friends. He works with Lois. Why are you giving him the cold shoulder?

He knows everything about you. He knows your favorite restaurant, where you go to de-stress, your schedule, your hobbies, and your fantasies. He's spent so much time learning about you. You've learned nothing about him except for the fact that he's your dorky, sweet co-worker.

"Are you staring at them again? How long have you been staring at them? Why do you keep staring at them? Do you have a crush on them!?" Lois interrogates him with that same curiosity kindling in the back of her violet eyes.

He could demolish buildings in an instant, but he couldn't control his pale complexion from being invaded by a red hue. He had to think for a moment. His words had become lost in his mind, like they had been dispersed among the cosmos. He stuttered at first. It felt so out of character for him. He always, well, almost always, knew what to say. 

He had to be careful around her. He's lucky that he has been clever enough to keep his obsessive tendencies under wraps until Lois leaves his side.

"I just want to know why they refuse to talk to me." His words were laced with truth. Still, he was dodging her questions, as always.

Lois huffs in irritation, like he just said the most asinine thing one could ever utter.

"They obviously like you. They just think you're way out of their league."

"What?" He deadpans.

"I never give you the inside scoop about your darling little crush, but this one time I may." She teases him. "Clark, they like you. The googly eyes you two make at each other are such an obvious indication that you both are totally whipped for each other."

"You're serious?" His pupils dilate to such an extensive degree that you would have thought he was getting them checked by an optometrist. A lump forms in this throat, twice the size of his Adam's apple. "They like me?"

"They more than like you. They are interested in you, and you should totally ask them out on a date. I have to help a friend out, y'know? You two would make such a cute couple." Lois's pitch in her voice had become so much higher; even with her evident giddiness, there was an undertone of sulleness.

"Hey!" Lois calls you over. She waves her arm around and points towards Clark.

You scurry over in your flattering work outfit. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to eye you like a forbidden sweet. Still, he could feel his clothes grow tighter and his palms become sweaty. You couldn't even look him in the eyes. He wanted to gently tilt your chin up so your eyes would meet his. He'd eat a lump of kryptonite just for you to glance at him with that love-lorn expression. If only you knew, he could show; no, he has to show—

"You and him are going to go undercover in a local cafe a few blocks from here." He's snapped from his never-ending supply of thoughts about you. "It's supposedly a cover for a notorious drug cartel. Your cover story will be that you're a young couple going out on a date."  

You glance at Lois and eagerly nod. His words don't register your reply, but from Lois's grin, you obviously said something along the lines of yes. You walk off once again, your eyes sweeping across the aged carpet covering the office floor. Once out of hearing distance, Lois turns back to him.

"You're welcome. You owe me one." Lois nudges him in the side.

He could die a happy man now.

[jamie-goblin-child]

He doesn't know what she's doing

[missingnightwingsmullet]

maybe don’t ask him to put you down mid-flight.

just a suggestion

[bblackthing]

I really enjoyed MAWS and I really hope we will get Kon/Connor in next seasons

I tried to make Kon look in their style to see how he would look like, maybe I will do more I don't know

[jasonsthunderthighs]

Even if it’s not canon, it’s canon in my heart.

MAD Magazine #7 (2019)

[taxidermiedratsprancingaround]

I hope it isn’t painfully obvious, but never have I ever even attempted to draw people kissing.

[frappegoddess]

Well

It had to start somewhere lmao

[anxiousdreamcore]

30th anniversary cover of Konner in my style 🫶🤭(might repost if flops?)

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(My commission sheet)

(DO NOT repost my artwork on any platform, with or without credit. I DO NOT give my consent to do so..)

[marskiiii]

kill me theyre so cute ugh

[darius-1]

[yandereunsolved]

Sneak peek into yandere Bruce Wayne vs yandere Clark Kent— (not proofreader yet)

—

A faceless anti-hero is what your city saw you as. They called you Reaper. You'd find criminals and their bodies would end up mixed in with the trash by the time the sun broke through the cusp of the sky. You weren't feared among the citizens, however, you were a controversial figure. Many held distaste for your actions and thought you no better than The Joker that terrorizes Gotham.

Your calling card was quite literally a card. They weren't professional, just old playing cards that had been scribbled on.

"Oculum pro oculo."

The one phrase you left.

"An eye for an eye."

—

On Bruce's end, it is more of a slow burn, a steady descent into yandereism. While Clark is much quicker and more easily obsessive, he hides it well from the untrained eye.

Both meet reader at different times and form different relationships before they realize they are both pining after the same person.

One word—chaos.

[jamie-goblin-child]

Made a Superman/Clark Kent design for fun, are we rocking with him?

You guys have no idea how long it took to come up with this S

[you-would-turn-it-off-halfway]

They're back!!

(he is so me)

The decision to reject the offer wasn't as bad as it seemed, Lex seems to take Clark's decision (strangely) well.

But as a Lex fan, seeing him happy gave me life.