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[nitewrighter]

Lex Luthor getting dragged kicking and screaming through the narrative. He doesn't want to have anything to do with Superman, he doesn't need to have anything to do with Superman. He keeps telling himself he's perfectly content with constructing his empire, stacking power upon power upon power--he tells himself that an alien's powers are arbitrary, that some freak of nature is nothing compared to the legacy he's building. But time and again he's butting heads with and getting all of his accomplishments overshadowed by this annoyingly friendly and infuriatingly reasonable flying weapon. Lex just pushed logistics 40 years into the future in two months, but no one gives a shit because fucking underoos over here just cleaned up an oil spill and rescued the oil rig workers and now there's a fucking viral picture of him air-lifting a gray whale to safety. Business associates keep hitting Lex with "Wow, so I guess you're kind of like... the Superman of next-gen communications satellites!" And Lex is just digging his nails into his desk, choking the words 'No I'm the fucking Lex Luthor of I am going to buy your company and eat it' down his throat. Finally he arrives at the threshold of like, if he makes this choice that's it, he and Superman will be literal, full-on enemies from here on out, and fucking Supes is being so reasonable like,

"You know, one of the hardest things I had to learn with my powers, is accepting that I can't control everything. I don't want to control everything, obviously, but a lot of times there has to be this conscious acknowledgement that there are things beyond my control."

And Lex is just like, "You know what? Fuck you."

[luthwhore]

the free comic book day preview for the "clark & lex" graphic novel is absolutely adorable and it's very obvious the author is taking some inspiration from smallville for it. (you can dl the preview free here.)

[nicoooooooon]

La Chinoise, 1990s Japanese movie poster for the re-release of the 1967 Godard film

[mbrainspaz]

garage sale sign I made for my mom after 3 years of design & marketing school

[lexreadsdiversely]

Unexpected bookstore trip yielding fantastic results, but I'm frustrated that I spent so much time trying to find this in the horror section (a section that seems to be shrinking?) and finally found it over in lit fic. This is going to be part of my Pride reading list.

Book pictured: Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

[kirttrik]

I’ve been neglecting tumblr. Here is a trailer for my current Kickstarter:

[rabbit-ina-trenchcoat]

ig i shouldve expected the ending that clark & lex had but i really wanted a power of friendship win win ending

[smashpages]

Out this week: Clark & Lex (DC, $12.99):

Brendan Reichs and Jerry Gaylord present this young adult graphic novel that looks back at the early friendship of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor, as they both compete for an internship at LuthorCorp and have to solve the mystery of their disappearing competitors.

See what else is arriving at your local comic shop this week.

[grimzeyblogs]

seeing people complement that Sims 4 clone for its looks makes me want to shove my head into a brick wall they literally look like ai anime art put into 3d wtf are you TALKING ABOUT

[fossiled]

[hauntedbestie]

Massive pet peeve is that my mom will stop a conversation to answer her phone. Like what you have to say is not important if her phone rings.

[anbuselvi1]

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[solelifauna]

GUYS THIS COMMENT FROM @silken-moons ON THE WEREWOLF AU HAS ME LOCKED IN.

silken-moons:

Wait....so what happened to Kon or Conner in this au ? Was he the one eaten since he was basically half human and kryptonian too assuming lex is human in this au too.

I am more than happy to elaborate.

Lex is a half-human half-werewolf hybrid like the reader. So Conner would be half-kryptonian and only a fourth werewolf. When Clark finds out about his existence he’s pissed (at first). Superman doesn’t hesitate before finding Luthor and melting his skull in with his laser vision. It’s quite the graphic scene, Conner unfortunately being there to witness it all.

Conner is pressed back into some crevice in Luthor's office, doing his best to calm his heart beat, stave off his on-coming panic attack, and pray that Superman won’t kill him. Clark of course finds him curled in on himself, hyperventilating, tears streaming down his teenage face.

Conner is blubbering, he thinks, trying to communicate some type of garbled “please” and “I’m sorry” and “don’t hurt me please”. Superman just critically eyes him before knocking the clone out. Now, in the beginning he was just planning on taking the clone to the Watch Tower to interrogate him and then kill him. Perhaps Jon would like the extra meat?

But after watching the clone wake up alone in one of the containment units, crying quietly to himself as he rocked back and forth, he started to feel a little bad. He thought back onto the way the clone had practically begged him for mercy through his own panic attack. He's read Lex Luthor's files on "Superboy", how this clone had no flight, was not invulnerable, and couldn't even throw out half of Clark's strength.

This clone was no threat, no, in fact he was a gift. Another Kryptonian (even if the clone was only half with human DNA in his mix). And even better, the clone boy had no ill intentions towards the JL, hell, the boy looked afraid that anyone even considered the idea. No, no, no, this boy, his boy, was so sweet.

From the way he leaned into Clarks palm when he caressed the sleeping boys face, to the way he clung to Clark and his approval like a touch starved puppy, Clark couldn't help himself. The only problem now was getting his Wife and Son on the same page. He knew werewolf customs, he knew what it meant for Conner (a name his new son had previously picked out).

It would probably be easier to convince Jon considering the poor kid's been wanting a sibling for a long time now (Jon is 8 right now, but still all the same crazy). Lois might take a bit more time, considering pack bonds and the human part of Conner. So with a heavy heart, he kisses his new baby goodnight, as he flies home for he night. Yes, its been a couple of weeks since Connors arrival and he still hasn't told his family. he plans to amend that today.

He expects growling and demands for flesh. he expects outrage from his wife, or even a calm cool collected "bring him to me". What he gets instead are demands from Lois to see Conner, her new son. Clark blinks in surprise before he's fumbling with his phone, opening up his camera role where has has a million new pictures of Conner. Lois only grabs his phone, cooing over the pictures with adoration in her eyes. Well, Clark is pleasantly surprised.

"You're not mad are you Lois?" Clark asks gently.

"Oh I'm not mad Smallville, I'm livid." She all but growls, a smile still etched on her face as she continues scrolling. "You knew about him for weeks, and didn't even bother letting me know. I had a son for weeks, and he's been by himself."

Clark winces. "I know Lois, I know. I just-I was just afraid that you wouldn't want him the way I do. That you'd rip him open, hell, even I considered it in the beginning!"

Lois looks up from his phone, a knowing smile, a soft one, on her face. "I know farm boy, I know. But its important that you remember we don't always kill and eat the weak. Sometimes, its nice to have something that you can love and take care of, something that relies on you and only you."

"is that what you have planned for Connor?"

"Of course. He's our son now, and after everything he's been through, its out job to keep him and Jon safe. Until he can prove himself capable, he's not leaving the den."

A content grin makes its way onto Clarks face. Oh how he loved his wife. "I wouldn't have it any other way Lois. I'll bring him here tomorrow. Now, lets go let our other little rascal know."

Lois smirks. "I agree. Lord knows he's been waiting to have a-"

"-I have a new brother!" Comes the familiar voice of Jon Kent, cutting his mother off in his excitement.

Clark raises his eyebrow fondly, feigning exasperation. "Did you listen in on our conversation Jonathan Samuel Lane-Kent?"

"Of course I did! Well-I didn't mean to, but I couldn't help it! You said I have a brother and I wanna see him!" Jon all but whines.

"Well honey, dad said he'd bring him home tomorrow okay."

"Really!?"

"You betcha. But Jon, you have to be gentle with him okay? He doesn't know werewolf or Kryptonian customs okay?" His dad says.

"Okay, I promise i'll be gentle." Jon swears, nodding up and down.

Lois sighs fondly. "And its important to know that he is part human, do you know what that means?"

"Mhm! It means that he's not allowed out the den or the house, and that its our job to protect him 'cause he's weak." Jon repeats from his memory.

"Good job Jon! You're going to be the best brother, I just know you are." His mom says.

Jon preens under the praise.

He can't wait to meet his new brother!

~~~~~

The next day arrives slower than anyone would have liked.

The morning sunlight filters through the sky as Clark flies Conner to him penthouse in Metropolis, cradling the boy carefully as he slumbers. Conner stirs in his arms, eyes fluttering open, a brief panic flashing in them until he meets Clark’s calm gaze.

“Where-where are we?” Conner mumbles, clutching at Clark’s shirt with a grip that feels hesitant, almost reluctant.

“We’re going home,” Clark replies, a small smile on his face. “Your new home. Your family’s waiting for you, Conner.”

Conner’s eyes widen, his mouth opening as if to protest, but the words die on his lips. His gaze shifts away, and he nods mutely, not quite daring to believe that this “family” will truly accept him. He’s felt so disposable for so long; he almost can’t imagine what it’s like to be wanted.

The penthouse doors open, and Lois stands there, her sharp gaze softening the instant she sees Conner. She steps forward, reaching out a hand in a silent invitation. Conner hesitates, clinging to Clark a little tighter, and Clark gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay, Conner,” he murmurs. “I'm here for you.”

With a slow, tentative step, Conner reaches out, letting Lois pull him into a gentle hug. Her arms are firm around him, warm but unyielding, a silent promise of protection, though he senses the fierce strength just below the surface. She smooths his hair with surprising gentleness, her voice soft as she whispers, “Welcome home, Conner.”

Conner relaxes, allowing himself to take a deep, shuddering breath. This feels strange. He's never really had a home before. Luthor's compound was last place he felt safe, let alone a place he'd call home. And that word, that feeling-safe. He isn’t sure he's ever felt it outside Superman, sorry, his Dad's arms.

And isn't that a crazy thing, he has a Dad now. Superman, Clark Kent was his Dad.

Jon, standing just a few steps away, is practically vibrating with excitement. When Lois finally releases Conner, Jon bounds over, a wide grin on his face.

“Hi! I’m Jon, your brother!” He pauses, then adds, almost reverently, “I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Conner blinks in surprise, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he mumbles, “I-thank you, Jon.”

Lois places a hand on Jon’s shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze. “Remember what we talked about, Jon. Conner’s still adjusting. Be patient with him.”

Jon nods enthusiastically, but there’s a possessive glint in his eyes as he looks at Conner, a silent vow to protect his new brother from anything—or anyone—that might threaten him. Conner notices this look, a strange chill running down his spine, but he says nothing.

As the day unfolds, Conner tries to settle into this new life, though it feels almost too good to be true. Lois and Clark are attentive, constantly ensuring he’s comfortable, while Jon barely leaves his side, eager to show him every corner of the penthouse, as if staking his claim. Meals are filled with warmth and laughter, and yet Conner can’t shake the feeling of being watched, almost obsessively.

That night, as Conner lies in the bed they’ve prepared for him, he hears the soft creak of footsteps outside his door. It opens quietly, and Clark steps inside, his face illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the window. He walks over to the bed, looking down at Conner with an intense, unreadable expression.

“You’re part of this family now, Conner,” Clark says quietly, brushing a hand over Conner’s forehead in a strangely tender gesture. “Nothing will take you from us. Not anyone. You’re ours, do you understand?”

Conner nods, his throat tightening, unable to find words. Clark’s gaze softens, and he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to Conner’s forehead before turning and leaving the room, leaving Conner alone with a flurry of conflicted feelings. For the first time in his life, he feels wanted, cherished, trapped, as though he’s become a prized possession in a family he can never escape.

But, maybe, a small voice inside him whispers, he doesn’t want to escape at all.

Well folks, here's more lore on relationships outside of the Batfam. Let me know chat, am I cooking? New chap, out soon!

[lazycats-stuff]

Hi, I wanted to ask if you could make a batbro who is a clone of batman and supermam and the batfamily and the superfamily fight over who will get him (you can also make him a few months younger than damian and jon and also a cute moment with families please)

Sure, of course I can. They would totally fight. Absolutely everyone. I'm running out of gif ideas... I don't know what to do anymore... Also, this is under Clark kent masterlist, just to let everyone know... I the batfam list is getting too long... I don't know what to do anymore.

Summary: (Y/N) is a clone of Superman and Batman. Fighting ensues.

Warnings: none really, just a (Y/N) clone, nothing graphic or anything in that matter.

Superman and Batman has found that that Lex Luthor has been making clones, yet again. However, Lex has decided to spice the situation up. How, I might hear you asking? With Conner, Lex only used Bruce's DNA. Aka Batman's. Turns out that the boy was growing up like a normal child, in terms of development. However...

That doesn't mean that his childhood was anything but normal. Bring prodded, examined... Being taught how to use his powers to be a weapon. He wasn't being treated like a normal person, a human, should be treated. The fact that (Y/N) grew up physically like a child, meant that they had more time to manipulate (Y/N).

Bruce was appalled at the news of having a clone made from his own DNA and Clark, however, he was livid when he saw that (Y/N) was growing like a normal child, physically, so that would mean he is young.

Younger then Damian and Jon... Bruce nearly exploded with anger once he saw (Y/N), so young, so afraid... Damian was older by a couple of months. Superman was disgusted by Lex Luthor and has vowed to bring him down somehow. No matter what it took. And it tugged at his heart too. Jon was also a few months older than (Y/N).

Both fathers saw red. Pure and utter red. Clones are still human beings... Seeing (Y/N) so afraid, utterly terrified of them... Bruce, despite his code, wanted to rip Lex's throat out. He really wanted to. Clark was no better either.

Thankfully, karma has hit Lex. Bruce and Clark woke up in their respective cities on morning, when the breaking news hit. Bruce was confused. Crime in Gotham happen during the night. Rarely during the day. Only if it's something that involves the Justice League.

So, Bruce was curious and decided to watch the news.

Tax invasion. Damn tax evasion. And a whole lot more of financial crimes. Bruce had to sit down in the living room, on his arm chair.

" Who would have thought... The bastard is also greedy. " Jason mutter from the kitchen, sipping some coffee to fully wake up.

" Deja vu of Al Capone. Couldn't get Lex on meta human trafficking and what not, but on finances. " Tim said and Dick chuckled at the comparison. Al Capone, a big mafia boss, brought down by the all mighty IRS. And now Lex too.

" It seems so. These are nice news, " Damian said as he sipped his tea.

" I agree Damian. This is a nice way to actually start your morning... Did Titus eat? " Bruce asked, bringing his mug up to sip his coffee.

" Yup. He is now out and about playing with Pennyworth, " Damian said, referencing the cat, not the person.

" Okay. " Bruce then stood up, cracking his neck. " I'm going to the League, I need to check on (Y/N) and how he is doing. And don't worry, we are having our movie night. " Bruce reassured everyone as he finished his coffee and put it in the sink for Alfred.

" How is he doing anyway? " Jason asked and Bruce shrugged his shoulders.

" We are trying our best, but he is still scared. " Bruce explained and everyone nodded.

" That's no surprise. " Damian said as he finished up his tea. Bruce nodded, getting ready to leave the room.

" Please don't fight. Any of you. " Bruce said before he left the room, making everyone chuckle.

" (Y/N) is staying with us Bruce! End of the discussion! " Clark raised his voice, making Bruce scoff. It's been a few weeks since Lex Luthor was arrested and (Y/N) has been doing much better, so much so that there was a big difference. And it was noticeable. (Y/N) talked more, tried to smile more...

Everyone stepped up for him and tried to make him as comfortable as possible. Once (Y/N) got better in every aspect of that word, talks about where he would live after he was stable enough to be released. At first it started objectively, but as time passed, both families have gotten attached.

And that's why this argument was going on.

On one side, you have Clark and his 'Superfamily' on one side and you have Batman and his 'Batfamily.' Both patriarchs of the families argued with everything in them, trying to keep (Y/N) with them. Conner and Jon were ready toe to toe with the bat boys and vice versa.

" What can you do to help him? And if you bring up Conner as experience in clones, I'm going to use Kryptonite on you and make sure you can't get out of bed for the next 10 years! I know all of your weak spots! " Bruce threatened making Clark scoff.

" Oh please, I know all of your weak spots too! (Y/N) would benefit more in Metropolis than Gotham! More so on in our household! Your boys fight every chance they get! "

Bruce and Clark continued to bicker, both of them standing their grounds. The 'bat boys' glared at Clark and Damian was ready to fight with Jon. The other 3 were ready to take Conner on.

" What's going on? " (Y/N) asked as he came in, hearing all the commotion, even from the hall. Everyone froze and started acted friendlier, not as if they were just arguing like cats and dogs.

" Nothing, we are just talking about where you should live. " Bruce explained and (Y/N) nodded.

" Do you have a preference? About where you want to live? With me or Bruce? " Clark asked and (Y/N) tilted his head, clearly thinking about it.

(Y/N) loved them both equally. He was not really sure with whom he wanted to live with.

" What about I spend some time with one and some time with another? " (Y/N) proposed and everyone stopped for a second to think.

That isn't a bad idea.

" Paired with his online schooling once he starts... I like it. " Clark said and Bruce nodded, also agreeing with this idea.

" Good thinking (Y/N). " Bruce said. Clark and Bruce could work around this. The best option would be 6 months with Clark and 6 months with Bruce.

" How about a group hug? " (Y/N) suggested, making everyone jump in, ready to hug it out. Bruce and Clark joined last, hugging their boys too.

" Why didn't we think of this idea? " Clark asked and Bruce chuckled.

" Because we are idiots apparently. " Bruce answered and both chuckled.

" I guess we are. " Clark confirmed.

" Yeah, you are. " (Y/N) chimed in, making everyone laugh. " You could have just asked me what I preferred. " (Y/N) said and everyone nodded.

" I guess we should have. " Bruce said, reaching to pat (Y/N)'s head.

[bylerween]

We are happy to announce that BYLERWEEN will be returning this year!!! 🎃🎃

Join us Sunday, October 27th - Saturday, November 2nd to celebrate Byler this Halloween. 🧟‍♂️

More information, guidelines, and themes will be posted soon!

Ayla @howtobecomeadragon and Lex @foodiewithdahoodie are returning as mods, with the happy additions of Liv @longtallglasses and Sam @krakoansam!!!!

Amazing graphic done by @magentamee!

[natalievoncatte]

cw: graphic violence, character death

Lena stared at the monitor and felt a tiny trickle of sweat bead down her cheek. There was a slight touch of resistance and friction as the thumb drive slid into the port on the keyboard. Once inserted, the drive loaded and the decryption program loaded. Lena typed the execution command presses the Enter key at the same instant she activated the timer on her watch.

If this worked, it would decrypt the files and give her full access in three minutes and forty-two seconds. Then, she’s have the truth, though she knew in her heart that she’d been lied to. If Lex had been truthful, if he really had been working on a cure for cancer with the Harun-El and trying to salvage his reputation before the tumors claimed him, he wouldn’t have carefully hidden these files and locked them behind military grade encryption. He would have been open and truthful.

“I see you found the files.”

She jumped at his voice, turning, trying not to feel the weight of the gun on her hip. Lex was observant; if she favored her strong side even a little, he would know. If she prematurely moved her blazer out of the way so she could draw, he would know.

“When you asked me to help you, you promised me no more secrets,” said Lena, “but you’re keeping encrypted files where you thought I didn’t know about them.”

He regarded her coolly, with the same impassive face that he’d shown her during hours camped across a chessboard, his shoulders hunched down and eyes focused on the invisible tides of the tiny battle happening on the grid between them. There was a glint of something in his eyes, despite the sallow skin, drawn thin by the disease that was ravaging his body and the treatment that was almost as vicious.

“True,” he said, “but some secrets demand keeping. Sometimes the lie is better.”

Lena stared him down.

“We both know you’ll crack my encryption protocols in a few seconds, sister. Why don’t I spare you the trouble? The password is ‘Bucephalus’.”

Lena studied him for a moment, then turned and typed it in.

“The authentication factor is 29539287,” Lex said.

Lena typed that in the second box.

She wasn’t sure what what she expected. Blueprints for a warsuit or an army of super soldiers or some other scheme. What she found instead was silent, black and white footage of Kara Danvers.

“What is this?” said Lena.

On the monitor, Kara was walking through an office; Lena immediately recognized CatCo. The camera angle changed, following Kara as she ducked through a door, weaving between pieces of caution tape warning of construction in the stairwell.

It changed again, and Kara *changed*. It was as if something had poured down her spine and expanded inside her. She seemed to grow three inches in height, and broader too, making it suddenly clear how her usual pastel button-downs struggled to constrain the powerful muscle in her arms and chest.

When the glasses came off, Lena knew. She swallowed, turning away as Kara, small on the screen, exposed the crest on her chest.

There was a beat of silence.

“You already knew,” said Lex.

Lena said nothing.

“How long have you known?”

“How long have you?”

“A few months.”

Lena sighed.

“The night some thugs tried to throw me off a building and Supergirl gave me the laughable excuse that she was having coffee with her doppelgänger in the middle of the night, when I happened to call her.”

Lex’s eyes were ever keen, appraising Lena’s every move. Then the twitch, the subtlest break in his poker face that told her everything.

“I knew before you did,” Lena added.

“So you did. When did she tell you?”

The look on his face was as bold a flourish as a gambler spreading his straight flush on a felt table. He was laying out his cards, after pushing in his chips.

“She didn’t.”

“Oh,” said Lex, and Lena almost fell for the sincerity in his soft, cancer-stricken voice. “I’m so sorry.”

Lena’s soft sniff and the sheer effort she poured into willing back her tears was not for show. The pain welled inside her, expanding until it felt like it would prise her ribs apart to escape. It crushed the words in her throat and made it impossible for her to speak.

“I know how you feel.”

Lena blinked.

“Things were like that with Clark at first,” Lex went on. “We were close, worked closely together. But then it’s all started falling apart. The accusations began. Superman would scold and humiliate me, and Clark Kent would play my friend. For a while I almost thought there could be… more, but in the end it was all a lie. I was tricked, just like you were tricked. These aliens are consummate liars, Lena. They cheat. Danvers doesn’t need your tells. She can hear your heartbeat and see the heat bloom on your skin.”

“You don’t know how I feel.”

“It’s a manipulation, Lena. It always was. You’re either useful to her, or she’s just keeping her enemies close. Either way, you need to open your eyes and see what’s happening here before she manipulates you and destroys you like the other one did to me.”

Taking in a slow breath, Lena said, “What are you suggesting?”

There it was, the faintest curl of his lips. Lex was always reliable, in that he overplayed his hand.

“In the end, Lena, you can only rely on blood.”

Lena let her face twist in anger and sorrow, letting the emotions flow.

Lex hobbled closer, leaning on his silver-headed cane. He looked pitiable, a drawn, thin mockery of the strapping young man he’d once been.

“I know this must seem overwhelming,” said Lex. “But it’ll be alright. I have a plan. I just need you to play along with her a little longer. If you can get me into the Fortress of Solitude, I will-“

Lena drew her revolver in a single fluid motion and pressed the muzzle into Lex’s belly before pulling the trigger. The sound was deafening in the confined space of the lab, and Lex’s next words were lost in the ringing in her ears. The recoil send a shock up her arm, met by the twisting pain in her stomach.

Why did he make her have to do this? Why? Why couldn’t it have been real? Why couldn’t he have been good, like he was supposed to be?

Lex stared up at her, trying to choke out some message, a taunt or a warning or some fresh attempt to manipulate.

“She didn’t tell me, Lex. She showed me, the night she gave me this.”

Lena shook the sleeve from her left wrist, exposing the finely made links of what looked like red gold but was much stronger, set with blue diamonds crushed into being between the fingers of a god.

Lena aimed the gun at his head.

“I wish I were her. I wish I could do what she does. She always finds another way, a perfect solution. I found out about your plan days ago.”

“You don’t have the guts,” Lex choked out.

Lena pictures the design for the machine she’s discovered in his secret notes, the horror that he planned to inflict on Kara. He’d almost fooled her into thinking he’d changed.

“You won’t stop,” said Lena. “You’ll never stop hurting her. I can’t let you do it anymore. I’m doing this so she doesn’t have to. Because you’ll make her, eventually. She wouldn’t kill you to safe herself. I don’t think she’d even kill you to save me, but…”

“Wait,” said Lex.

“But the baby…” Lena whispered.

She pulled the trigger.