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#cyberpunk 2077#virtual photography#cyberpunk oc#cyberpunk photomode#cyberpunk2077#cp2077#photomode2077#male v#cp2077 photomode#my ocs#oc: lex
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Fallout OCs L4D AU!!
in an actual au,,,. all 4 would each have their own little team!! I LOVE L4D JAJAJJA so if i ever draw ... it might be this au and their teams i thinkk.. I LOVE THEM!! (except alej)
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my fursonie :)
#fursona#furry#my art#my ocs#oc: lex#going to force myself to draw my own characters more often this year đ
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the bright bridge nine: class of 202x, sophomore yearbook photos
#ts2#sims 2#the benefactors#portraits#oc: chaz#oc: echo#oc: lex#oc: roxy#oc: tj#oc: piper#oc: noah#oc: emory#oc: simone#i literally went back in game to retake simone's photo when i saw the download post for her hair loll#and then i retook some others as well#ignore the lighting differences pls
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Cobalt's components, Iron (he/they) and Alexandrite aka Lex (any/all)!!
Blathering below the cut (hopefully? im bad at formatting so sorry if its not down there)
Iron, originally meant to do menial labour on homeworld, proved himself as an engineer in early era two. They helped to develop the very first era two gems and limb enhancers. Their weapon is a magnetic metal rod (not shown to scale). His sense of ethics is a little bit wishy-washy, and he can get caught up in his work quite easily.
Lex is an off-colour Alexandrite who, unlike others, cannot change colours at will. They weaved their way through homeworld as a fugitve, shape-shifting into different gems, for many years. Their knife is also not shown to scale.
Eventually, due to reasons , they both end up stranded on Earth long after the corruption but at least a century before the show's events. They're forced to stick together so they don't get torn apart by corrupted gems, blah blah bonding blah blah character character development blah blah Cobalt.
At some point they are discovered and reintegrated into era 3 gem society.
#my art#steven universe#steven universe oc#gemsona#original character#oc: iron#oc: lex#sorry for turning into a steven universe blog in 2024#i'll be back to the dragons soon
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lex 2.0: more edge, more lord.
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youtube content in the dc universe
sequel
#dc#dc comics#dcu#dc universe#shitpost#batman#bruce wayne#diana of themyscira#wonder woman#diana prince#dc oc#the flash#barry allen#green lantern#booster gold#michael jon carter#justice league#superman#lex luthor#incorrect quotes#lovesickjoeyart
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Whoa, easy, girl... (//â//) WebToon: "Walpurgis Night âž"
#oc#webtoon#walpurgis night#myart#yuri#girls love#digital art#lgbtqia#goth aesthetic#goth girl#sesbian lex#webcomic
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Mirror-bane Strangers
#art#drawing#illustration#oc#artists on tumblr#original character#character design#vampire girl#medusa#future sesbian lex maybe
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Moonlit dancing~ â¨đâ¨
#my art#sans#sans au#caycantdraw#undertale au#nightmare sans#nightmare x lex#nightmare x utmv oc#utmv oc#self insert#self insert fanart#self insert x nightmare#dreamtale#nightmare > jokublog#ough nightmare my beloved#won my heart so fast so long ago#love'em when he's vulnerable with those he cares about#an absolute bastard for dramatics#absolutely loves the theatrics#he could romance me so easily.#cays self indulgence
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Happy Pride Month!
#happy pride! đ#transgender#pride month#cyberpunk 2077#oc: lex#virtual photography#cyberpunk oc#cyberpunk photomode#cyberpunk2077#cp2077#photomode2077#cp2077 photomode#nonbinary v#my ocs
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Mothership Zeta idk I havenât played it
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All Lex Luthor haters tap in
He's president again
#dc rp#oc rp#roleplay#rp#jason todd#batfam#batfamily#batman#dc comics#dick grayson#lex luthor#justice league#superbat#superman#dc hc#dcu#dc universe#bruce wayne#election 2024#presidential election
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Vincent Emmanuel Andar von Valancius My second protagonist for the future Lex Imperialis DLC rerun
Lex Imperialis coming Spring 2025? OMG YESS
To celebrate it, here's a sketch of my new protagonist for the Season 1 DLC rerun - Vincent
An ultimate bisexual disaster, who would be pestering both an Arbiter and Interrogator just with his mere presense and an Iconoclast - Zealot bravado >:) Also raven hair & olive skin hehe
Childhood friends with my first pt MC Elayne, her former lover and partner-in-crime, both separated by a chain of unfortunate events, who each survived through the end of it only in their respectable timeline, while the other one is likely perished.
An old pict of them. Good ol' times
OC: Vincent Emmanuel Andar von Valancius
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40k rogue trader#rogue trader fanart#rogue trader crpg#rogue trader#rogue trader oc#von valancius#lex imperialis#wh40k art#my art#thatzombieart#oc: vincent andar von valancius#oc: elayne von valancius
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doesn't withers know that lex is supposed to be the creepiest one in a room at all times?
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THEREâS SOMETHING
ABOUT YOU.
CHAPTER 4
pairing: smallville!clark kent x black!fem!oc
fandom: smallville (2001-2011)
guest starring: aaliyah haughton as lyric james
also starring:
michael rosenbaum as lex luthor
emmanuelle vaugier as dr. helen bryce
rick gonzales as omar reyes
bianca lawson as trina davis
summary: ever since lana lang has moved in with the sullivanâs, clark kentâs nightly telescopic views of the galaxy and daily glimpse of the sunrise tend to get lonelier. that is until a moving truck, a wandering amicable feline, and her frustrated owner, lyric james, makes her debut in his life as her family are the new owners of the old potter house next door. things between the new neighbors start to shift as clark is tasked as her personal tour guide at her new school. one little slip is all it takes for her to learn heâs more than meets the eye in this small town.
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contains: lots of words, friends to neighbors, use of gifs for visuals, tooth rotting fluff, long flashback, really heavy angst, heartbreak, emotional cheating, mention of death, depression, anger, lyric and clark getting closer, mild swearing, cute moments, slow burn, main audience is black readers but everyone is welcome. lyricâs thoughts. clarkâs thoughts. chloeâs thoughts.
PLEASE READ: CHAPTER 3
the golden afternoon sunlight shown down on lyric nd clarkâs faces as they waited for chloe to arrive. they were outside of the barn and clark wanted to kill time by shooting some hoops while lyric sat on the side to observe. as she saw him jog and dribble the basketball to shoot it perfectly into the net, she realized that clark had a very athletic build. she could see it in his arms, legs, and best of all, his torso and chest. lyric broke her stare and chided herself for such thoughts, but one had to be a fool to not think clark as tall, dark, and handsome by any means. he also had the proficient athletic skills, and almost perfect academic standing, but he never mentioned anything about being on one of smallville highâs several athletic programs. no football, no basketball, not anything. it just seemed like a waste of talent when she saw the ball flawlessly glide through the net once again.
âyou sure know how to hoop, clark!â lyric complimented with a slow nod of approval. even though clark was a little exasperated, his smile couldnât resist the girlâs praises.
âgee, thanks, lyric! i canât take all of the credit. i learned mostly from peteâs older brothers and they told me itâs all about technique.â
âyou never fail to be modest. thatâs got me thinkinââ do you play any sports at school? you never mentioned it, but itâs impossible because you got the skill, you got the grades, and you sure as hell have the looks for it!â she enthusiastically hyped, gesturing her hand towards his six foot frame. for some reason, clarkâs face got heated. his cheeks flutter with a hue of red. he wasnât so used to friends of the opposite sex speak so fondly of his appearance. calm down, dude, itâs just a compliment. take it with a grain of salt. he clears his throat and shyly wipes the sweat off his brow with his forearm.
âwell, i do want to play football. iâve tried it once earlier, but things didnât quite work out with the coach. he had someâanger issues among other shady things that my parents werenât exactly comfortable with. hopefully, i can give it another shot down the road while weâre still in high school. maybe if iâm good enough, i could make the quarterback spot.â
clark said as he bounced the ball and stepped towards where lyric was standing. he could remember it like it was yesterday. he joined the smallville high crows football team after so many attempts to convince his parents to at least let him try out. they only forbade it due to the risk of clarkâs powers being exposed, but heâd figured heâd have a handle on them by now, and it was an activity that made him feel like a normal teen. it was all fun and games until the head coach was caught helping his players cheat on tests, so they could play. when the principal got word of it and set out the proper consequences for the coach, things got heatedâŚliterally. clark spared lyric the details because she was already so curious about the wall of weird and the last thing she needed was for her to feel like she wasnât safe in this supposed quiet small town.
âoh. well, thatâs too bad, but when you do, iâll be rooting for you from the stands! youâd have a pretty good shot at it. iâm more of a basketball fan, but i guess i can make the exception.â they both fill the air with light laughter and their conversation comes to a halt at the sound of a tooting horn. a vibrant, red volkswagen beetle swiftly pulls up in front of the barn. the driverâs side window rolls down to reveal a smiling chloe behind the wheel and pete seated comfortably in the passenger.
âhey, you guys! are you geared up for the most exhilarating studying session of your entire lives?â chloe wittingly questions as pete chuckles and shakes his head before chiming in,
âyou can always count on chloe to call a regular old studying session âexhilaratingâ. â
âhey! in my defense, wherever thereâs coffee, i might as well do what i do with caffeine in my veins.â
clark and lyric give each other a knowing glance, a glint of humor within their eyes before they make their way closer to the car. clark leans against the driver side with his arm propped up against the top. his piercing blue eyes meets chloeâs gaze with a charm that she knew too well and loved too much.
âexhilarating, huh? it sounds to me like youâre putting that vocabulary list from english to good use, chloe.â clark commented with a lopsided smirk.
âwell, if iâm ever going to make it big at the daily planet as a journalist, iâd better possess some type of flawless vocabulary, clark.â the blonde retorts and leans her head over to the side to spot lyric and greet her.
âhey, lyric! you can hop in and sit in the front with me, so we can have some girl talk on the way to town.â
lyric received the offer with a grin, but shook her head to politely decline. she saw that pete was there first and didnât want to be rude by putting him out of his seat.
âi appreciate it, chloe, but i donât wanna take peteââ
âoh, nonsense. heâll be fine! he can just sit in the back with clark. itâs my car after all.â chloe urges by cutting her green eyes to the boy beside her, signaling him to move to the back. pete doesnât protest. he gathers his bag and meets with clark in the right backseat as lyric meets with chloe in the passenger seat. the teens all buckle up their seatbelts and chloe pulls off onto the dusty path out of the neighborhood to journey to downtown smallville. during the ride, chloeâs natural inquisitiveness takes over when asking general questions about the new girl next door in her passenger seat. the boys casually sit in the back quietly to observe the conversation.
âso, lyric, where you do hail from?â
ânew york. brooklyn, to be exact.â
âah, another fellow city girl. iâm from metropolis which isnât too far from smallville, but new york to smallville is quite a stretch. is there a specific reason why?â lyric purses her lips at the question and swallows to easily get past without dwelling too much on the reason.
âmy family just wanted a new scene. someplaceâŚquiet and peaceful.â her soft voice drifts as she gazes at the lengthy path of cornfields at the side of the road.
âthatâs valid. um, so what do you like to do?â
ânothing too extreme. i like to listen to vinyls, chill with my cat, and i take some pictures here and there.â
âaw, a cat! whatâs their name? if my dad didnât have such a fatal allergy, iâd love to have a furry friend.â chloe enthusiastically coos passing the sign that indicated that they were entering downtown smallville.
âher name is noir. sheâs a black cat that looks like she could do no wrong, but itâs a whole ânother story. donât get me wrong, i love her with all my heart, but sheâs so damn sneaky sometimes that sheâs almost sent me into a nervous breakdown. iâll say if it werenât for her, i wouldnât have met clark though, so i guess thereâs a light at the end of that tunnel.â chloe presses further to her details of the day.
pete tuned in as well to hear lyric recount that hectic morning. chloe picked up on lyricâs tone. chloe liked to her the girl beside her talk. her voice was smooth, soft, and gentle like rain to the ear. she can hear the frustration of when lyric discovered that noir was missing in a new area shift to that of ease and resolution when she discovered a well fed and content noir in the arms of the noble farm boy next door. pete turned from lyricâs direction to momentarily glance at clark as she spoke. he witnessed the sky blue pupils of his best friend attentively focus on lyric as if he were hearing this story for the first time. there was a certain positive emotion that rested on his face, he even chimed in his own perspective and a little inside joke causing the duo to dissolve into laughter. pete saw that was usually new. when clark talked to girls, heâd be a bit guarded, but friendly enough, but from what he saw between clark and lyric just now, clark looked to be so at ease, so at liberty.
once the volume of the chatter diminished to a peaceful silence, lyricâs deep, brunette pupils wandered at the sights of the many local owned establishments this quaint city had to offer. there was quite a few people out enjoying the serene, golden afternoon as they strolled with their pets and families on the sidewalk. clark, pete, and chloe were kind enough to point out some key areas that were worth exploring for when lyric was ready to take that new step. they passed an array of shops, boutiques, restaurants, and community centers, but lyric had one burning question.
âthese all seem really cool, yaâll, but does smallville have a music store? i got a whole collection to keep up with at home.â lyric inquires with expectant glance towards the trio. pete immediately knew the answer as he and his family had lived in smallville for ages.
âi know one thatâs not too far from here. i think itâs called main street melody. i believe from the talon itâs just down two blocks and itâs a cool place. iâve been there a couple times for some mixtapes. we should go check it out after we study if youâre up for it.â pete stated scooting his body forward from the backseat to the middle, positioning himself with his elbows on the console between the girls.
âyeah! iâd like to see what they got. i really appreciate that, pete. youâre a real one.â lyricâs eyes locked with his and she flashed a congenial dimpled smile of gratitude to which pete took it with a tingling sensation in his stomach and a bashful grin of his own, his chestnut toned face heated slightly.
âi-itâs, uh, itâs no problem, lyric. iâm glad to be of some help.â he lets out a stammering chuckle and scoots to the backseat. a dazed, delighted look was etched on his face. he didnât even notice that clark examined him with an arched brow and tilted head. guess iâm not the only one. clark thought to himself. chloe was listening to the conversation unfold, she chuckled after witnessing peteâs reaction to lyricâs natural beauty and charm. for a city girl, she had that small town girl-next-door charisma down to a tee.
âask her out, why donât you!â chloe snickered and slowed the car down to precisely parallel park in front of a building. like smallville high, it possessed the color palette of red, gold, and black. it resembled one of those classic movie theaters from the seventies and there was a large, neon sign that displayed the word, TALON, vertically letter-by-letter in gold lettering. lyric found it to be aesthetically pleasing in an old-fashioned sort of way.
âchloe!â the guys whine in sync at chloeâs forwardness, not wanting to be put out there in front of lyric. clark knew that chloe was directly talking to pete, but he still felt like he was caught doing something he shouldnât. lyric chortled, shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes at chloe as the girls unbuckled their seatbelts.
âcome on, chloâ, donât bug him like that! it probably didnât mean anything. leave them alone!â she joked and leaned down to grab her belongings and passed over chloeâs bag for her to receive.
chloe shrugged her shoulders, pursing her pink glossed lips.
âi admire your modesty, lyric, but iâve been around them long enough to know when a guy is completely smitten. you should ask clark when it comes to lana lang.â
clarkâs eyes cut to chloe in annoyance with a deadpanned expression. despite chloe trying to humor lyric, there was a hint of envy underneath her lighthearted tone.
âgirl, i already know! i mean, lana seems nice and sheâs gorgeous, but you are too! who wouldnât want to be looked at like that? itâs an exciting feelingâitâs an experience to appreciate while you still got itâŚdonât trip on pete and clark so much. theyâre good guys.â she compliments with a glance towards the backseat and proceeds to gather her belongings, exit the car, and wait for the others to follow suit. clark walked passed lyric, chloe, and pete to hold the door open for all of them to enter to the crowded hangout. once she stepped in, lyric was amazed with the turnout of this place. she noticed that the main population were teens and young adults, but there were good bit of older patrons as well. the interior was setup like any lounge of a modern coffee shop with individual tables that were scattered throughout the room. the decor was set to look like the royal palaces and chambers of ancient egypt, the walls and pillars were engraved with hieroglyphics. there were lights that were strung along giving the room such a faint ambient glow. the warmness of the luxurious golds and yellows mingled with the cool, sophisticated regalia of the blues and violets. the talon was so immense that it had a stairway and so much more that lyric wanted to gawk at before chloe grabbed her wrist to leave the boys behind to grab a table and lead her to the counter. it was there where she saw lana lang preparing a drink order by maneuvering the large, chrome coffee machine. when the girls made it to the counter, chloeâs bubbly voice caused lana to stop what sheâs doing and welcome them with an award winning smile.
âhey, you guys! lyric, iâm so glad youâve came. welcome to the talon. so, what do you think of the place so far?â lana questioned with her hands to gesture at the lounge.
âthank you, lana! i love the setup, the theme, and itâs huge! no wonder why itâs so jumpinâ here. it looks like one of those old movie theaters from the outside.â lyric compliments which lana graciously accepted before she gives lyric the run down on how the talon was in fact a movie theater where her late parents met. sheâd quit cheerleading causing her to fight tooth and nail against her auntâs expectations of her high school career and to keep the place open by converting it to a coffee shop and movie theater after partnering with lex luthor. ever since then, the talon has been thriving more than ever.
âif it werenât for lex, this place wouldâve been a distant memory.â chloe stated, her eyes perusing the scene laid out in front of them. lana solemnly nodded in agreement.
lex luthor. where did lyric hear that name before? right, at dinner with the kents. it was the rich guy that clark saved and theyâve good been friends since then. i donât remember much about what heâd look like, but heâll most likely stand out from the rest of the citizens of smallville for sure. lyric sympathetically nods, lending lana her congratulations and condolences while still feeling curious.
âiâm so sorry for your loss, lana. they would be so happy that you did this to keep their memory alive. i respect you for that!â
âthank you, lyric, would i be more worthy of your respect when you get your first free coffee?â
the girls briefly giggle and lyric decided to play it safe by requesting a regular cappuccino. chloe ordered the usual for her and the guys before they both walk to find clark and pete at a corner table, with their books and papers all set out for the academic cramming to begin. one empty seat was to clarkâs left and the other, to peteâs right. as the girls approached them, lyric lightened the mood at the sight of the boysâ serious, focused attention on the assignments.
âdid we keep yaâll waiting that long that youâve already started the assignment thatâs due next week?â lyric joked, sharing a chuckle with chloe when clark and peteâs headâs simultaneously peer up at the sound of her voice. chloe gestured to the empty seats,
âweâve already ordered the study fuel, by the way. mind if we sit?â
âno, not at all. here, lyric. you can take this one.â clark offers after putting his book down on the table. he stands up to pull out the empty chair next to him for her to sit. lyric felt that familiar fluttering within her stomach as she came closer to the table to sit down next to clark. girl, calm down. heâs just being a gentleman, itâs not like heâs never pulled a chair out for you before. once she was scooted in and comfortable, she thank him with a smile of gratitude and rummaged through her backpack to find the unfinished assignments she had to complete. chloe took the seat next to pete and she couldnât help, but feel a bitâslighted. donât get her wrong, as much as she loved clark (more than) platonically, she was unfortunately living with the reality that he would never reciprocate those feelings for the sake of their friendship and his own feelings for lana. although, sheâd never seen him move so quick to have a girl next to him besidesâŚlana. especially not a girl heâd just met a couple days ago. chloe pondered if it was just the effect of that house. god, whatâs in the water there? clark nip? her train of thought halted at the sound of an annoyed ground.
âmmcht! donât tell me that iâ ugh, whereâs it at!â lyric hissed as she frantically searched through her bag with a confused, yet frustrated expression.
âwhatâs the matter, lyric?â clark asked with inquiring, blue eyes.
���i think i left the monte cristo book at home. itâs only my first assignment and the last thing i need is to be behind even more. ugh!â she huffs and assertively zips the bag closed after gathering everything else.
âhere, we can use mine. i havenât quite finished reading yet, so weâre gonna have to split it.â
âthatâs really cool of you, clark, but are you sureââ
âlyric, i insist. thatâs what good neighbors neighbors are for, right?â he questioned with his amicable gaze locked with hers, flashing that cheeky, pearly white smile that she knew so well, but for so little. her face heated with a nervous grin and chuckle. to keep herself composed and promptly get the assignment done, she didnât choose to argue.
âif youâre gonna put it that way, clark, i might as well. hell, itâs not like i got a choice. thank youâagain.â she concedes and opens her notebook before scooting a little closer to clark to steal a decent glance of the text.
âitâs always my pleasure, lyric.â he softly responds with a lingering grin before filling her in on the chapter theyâre supposed to report on.
as they silently read and briefly gave each otherâs analysis of a phrase, clarkâs attentive gaze focused on her as she spoke, but his nostrils naturally inhaled the scent of the sweet fresh, natural scent of cocoa butter mixed with hints of vanilla and coconut. it was such a pleasant aroma that complimented the smell of brewing coffee. clark was so caught up, that he didnât even notice lex luthor waltz in the door with his fiancĂŠe, dr. helen bryce, traveling closely by his side with their fingers intertwined. the luthorâs eyes darted from table to table to find his good friend with his usual circle. to his avail, he found them at their table in the corner. there was also another person he hadnât seen before and she was sitting awfully close to clark while chatting and taking notes. lex found it odd to see clark in such a position with a girl besides lana. with burning curiosity, he lets helen know that heâs going to speak to clark momentarily while she can use his card to get them some coffee and pastries. helen agreed, as she wanted to minimize any interaction with the farm boy knowing what she knows, but sheâll civilly swing by after she handles business at the counter, so they go their separate ways.
âlong time, no see, clark.â lex says as he strides to the table of the four preoccupied teens that shift their attention to him. clark receives lex with an amicable smile and immediately greets him back,
âhey, lex! itâs good to see you out of the shadows of the mansion. howâre things going with you and dr. bryce?â
lex casually grins while stuffing his hands in the pockets of his tailored pants.
ânot too bad. we both had a bit of a catastrophe of a work day, so we decided to unwind with some coffee and sweets. i hope iâm not interrupting important, you seem to be preoccupiedâwith your studies.â
âoh, no, not at all. let me guess, you and mr. luthor had another falling out?â
lex confirms with a silent, tight lipped nod. his inquisitive eyes shift to lyric who returned her own curious stare.
âi guess i left my manners with my father back at the mansion. itâs nice to meet you, my name is lex luthor, ceo of luthorcorp , and you must beâŚ?â he pauses, leading her to answer,
âiâm not trippinâ over it. iâm lyric. lyric james. my family and i just moved here from new york on saturday. iâm also clarkâs new next-door neighbor and iâve heard so much about you, mr. luthor.â she cordially regards, knowing this man was definitely not in high school. he holds his hand out for her to grasp and shake briefly before pulling their hands away.
âall bad, i suppose and please, call me lex. my father, lionel, should be referred as such.â
âno, sir, mrâlex. not from the way clark talks a good deal about you. i wonât front, iâve heard some bad, but i canât be the one to judge too quick because i donât know you like you donât know me. you must be lucky to have a friend like clark to save your life.â
âwhen you say it out, lyric, i couldnât agree more with you. iâm always grateful for him and the kentâs. perhaps one day, youâll see what i mean.â
lex received her statement with a warm smile upon his face. whoever this james girl was in clarkâs circle, didnât know him from a can of paint and still gave him a fighting chance without the use of a bribe, blackmail, nor smalltown gossip. he could see why the farm boy had a bit of a entranced look on his face towards her when he walked in. there was definitely something about her that was more than more than outer beauty. lex all of people would know.
as lyric and lex finished their conversation, she didnât notice a blushing clark that hastily averted his gaze from her to his book, but she did see a beautiful young woman saunter from across the room and stop to stand closely beside lex. she possessed long brown hair, round brown eyes with long lashes, and full pink lips. by the way she stood so close to lex, lyric could obviously tell they were romantically involved.
âlex, they didnât have the maple scones today, so i just got us some danishes and our usual drink order.â the woman said, handing him the pastry and a cup of coffee which he gratefully received by kissing her on the cheek. she pulls her blushing face from his lips and amicably greets the group before her,
âhello! i hope you all are doing well. chloe, peteâclark, and iâm sorry, i donât believe iâve seen you before. my name is dr. helen bryce i work at the local hospital here in smallville. who might you be?â she inquired with her amber gaze pointed to lyric. lex helped to save the girlâs breath by giving helen the introduction.
âthank you, helen. this is lyric james, sheâs the kentâs new next door neighbor. her family had just moved to smallville from new york a few days ago.â
helen squinted and registered the familiar surname before the lightbulb of realization came on,
âah, right! when i heard âjamesâ, i had a hunch it was you. i know your mother, crystal, sheâs one of the newest nurses on my team. even though she just started, i can tell sheâs a very dedicated woman to the profession. sheâs mentioned that she had a daughter attend smallville high and here she is. itâs so nice to finally meet you, lyric.â
âlikewise! thank you, dr. bryce for the kind words about my mom. it was great to meet you both!â
lex and helen bid the group a farewell and took their exit of the establishment. lyric beamed at the praise about her mother. it made her feel a twinge of guilt when she felt an ounce of resentment towards her parents for working so many hours of their demanding careers, but it warmed her heart at the knowledge that they made a difference, no matter where they went. hopefully, sheâll be able to live up to that expectation. two hours of studying pass by and the sun was beginning to set. chloe, clark, pete, and lyric are ready to throw in the towel and start packing up to go home. lyric wanted to check out the main street melody store, but one, she was already exhausted and two, she had a ride that she wouldnât dare to keep waiting. sheâd see it again another day.
one by one, chloe drops off her friends and wishes them a goodnight. once they made their stop in front of kent farm, chloe doesnât leave without lyric spotting her a ten for gas. clark spectated as the girls playfully argue for two minutes because chloe kept refusing and lyric kept insisting. given her order was free, she didnât have to spend anything and she wanted to return the favor. chloe finally conceded, took the money with gratitude, and pulled off, leaving lyric and clark alone again in front of his house. the quiet silence was filled with the sound of chirping crickets and the steady footsteps of lyric and clark as he walked her home. as they approached the james house, the driveway was bare and most of the lights were off. it appeared that her parents were still at work. clark didnât feel right with her staying all alone in the house. outside of the light snack and coffee, he wasnât certain if she had dinner. not to mention, the welfare of her black cat that heâs grown attached to. they stood on the large, round porch at the front door. lyric searched her bag to retrieve the entrusted house key. when she reached to turn the lock, the touch of a hand on her shoulder caused her to stop and turn around.
âwhatâs up, clark?â
âlyric, i think it would be safer for you and noir if you guys stayed at my house until your folks get home. at the end of the day, itâs your decision, but if you come over, you can try to call your parents and let them know. if not, just reach out if you need anything.â
lyric pondered on the farm boyâs offer with pursed lips. she was so used to this back home and it was quiet around here, so what could possibly go wrong? or so she thought, what if one those people infected by meteor rocks happened to stumble on what seemed to be an empty house with an unsuspecting teenager and her vulnerable feline sleeping peacefully? with a careful review of clarkâs perspective and a deep sigh, her mind was made up.
âif itâs cool with mr. and mrs. kent, iâll leave my parents a message, scoop noir, and weâll be there. i didnât want to intrude because iâve done this before. iââ she was cut off when a rumbling sound erupted from her abdomen. the two were dead silent for two seconds before clark broke it,
âi guess you wouldnât mind intruding for dinner and you do know that youâre always welcome, right? judging by the sound of your stomach, it looks like you wanted to come over anyway.â he teased with a lopsided smirk.
ânot too much on me, clark.â she playfully chided with her finger pointed in his direction. their laughter fills the air as she unlocks the door and she invites him to follow her inside. it didnât take long to hear that familiar mewling sound and the soft jingling of a collar. noir cuddled herself against her ownerâs ankle to receive loving pets upon her furry head, chin, and spine. when the cat spotted clark, she stood on her hind legs, tiny paws pressing against his jeans. clark took his cue to scoop her in his arms and gently hold her while lyric stood and watched in awe. she wonât lie, she loved how trusting noir was with clark. it made the butterflies in her arise when he saw this gentle giant of a farm boy cradle noir like that was his child. to keep herself down from cloud nine, she had another idea.
âhey, you want to listen to some records after dinner? thatâs only if you want, we can just come back here and chill. itâs no pressure, if youâre tired iâd unââ
âlyric.â
âyeah, clark?â
âwere you ever going to give me the chance to say âyesâ?â
he grins, softly bouncing noir in his arms. she releases a faux gasp and playfully whacks him in the forearm, causing him to dissolve in laughter.
âiâclark kent! donât mess with me right now, i know i talk a lot, but itâs been a long day. thereâs nothing wrong with valuing other peopleâs time.â his gaze softened as he watched her take a piece of hair from that fell in her face to behind her ear.
âokay, okay. iâm sorry for teasing and thank you, i respect you for that. iâd love to come over to hear some records. itâs about time iâd expand my musical horizons. just like how you explored a literal horizon with your camera.â
âyouâve got a way with words, clark. now i can definitely see you being a journalist now. itâs a deal. you give me early morning sunrises and iâll give you late night jam sessions, ya dig?â
he gives a nod of approval and lends lyric the chance to use her landline to call both her parentâs work extensions. crystal didnât pick up, so she left a message. fortunately, joseph answered and gave his approval, but sternly teased lyric for her and clark to listen to records with her door open, whether he or crystal were home or not. the james girl concludes the conversation before her and clark proceed to take the familiar path to kent farm where she and noir were warmly received by jonathan and martha. they spent the next hour and a half indulging in the hot meal that was meticulously prepared and they were going around the table to share how their days went. even noir was content in the tuna and milk that was prepared for her by martha. when all were fed and the kitchen was tidy, the teens return back to the james house where lyric leads clark upstairs to her bedroom.
âwelcome to my crib!â she exaggerates with wide arms as they enter and he chuckles at her quip. even with the new posters, furniture, and arrangements, clark knew that this was lanaâs old room. heâd only really caught a glimpse of it through his telescope or within his odd dreams concerning his powers, but actually stepping foot inside felt so surreal. his blue eyes peruse to various spaces like to her bed, vanity, closet, and the overall setting that made the room reflect lyric of who she was. this was now her home, her room, and her space, so clark had to make peace with the fact that the past was in the past. itâs time to live in the now.
she led him to take a seat on her plush, lavender rug. while playing with noir in his lap, she walks a few feet away and squats to the record player to routinely adjust it to the proper settings. they endure a comfortable silence as lyric places the vinyl from stevie wonderâs 1971 album âwhere iâm coming fromâ on the turntable after scavenging through her growing collection.
her fingers gingerly lift the head-shell to delicately place the needle on the vinyl. as it starts to spin, the soft, soulful notes of ânever dream youâd leave in summerâ began to fill the room, lyric found herself lost in the music, her ebony gaze shifted to the window where the sky had transformed from a warm gold to the deep, dark shade of her catâs coat. the melancholy melody solemnly filled her senses as the memories of him start to flood back like restless waves in the ocean. the song crooned, and lyric felt that painful lump form in her throat and the heaviness weigh in her chest. the memories all flash back within her brain âimages of laughter, love, warmth, and the sharp sting of loss and betrayal that she thought was left in brooklyn still seemed to follow her no matter what she did , where she went, or who she talked to, lyric canât forget about him. she glanced at clark who immediately met her gaze. his defined features softened by the dim amber light of her lamp. as his eyes were starting to paint the image of concern, she pondered on how long she could keep her inner turmoil a secret any longer. besides her parents, he was the only one who picked up on her sadness during the sunrise.
she realized that as the music played on, it was like a bittersweet reminder of everything she had faced back in her hometown. her bedroom suddenly felt charged with an energy that gave her the courage to speak, to finally share the real reason that why the james family would move all the way to smallville, kansas. after taking a drawn out breath, she turned her whole body to him, her lips slightly agape before she breaks the silence,
âclark, do you remember this morning when i was acting a little funny when it came to taking those pictures?â i tried so hard to play it off like it didnât bother me of why i stopped, but if iâm going to live in the present, i need to let the past of my chest. if weâre going to be friends, the least we can do is be honest with each other, right?â
clark slowly nods and he could hear her heart racing. he sensed there was an urgency, she was scared, but of what? of who? he had hoped to the stars that it wasnât of him. did he slip up and then perhaps she saw him use one of his powers? neither the matter, his concern was growing and he placed his hands on top of hers.
âlyric, you can tell me anything. iâm so glad that you could trust me enough to do that. just know that iâm here for you. iâm listening.â with a nod of his head, the look in his encourages her to take the time she needed.
she took one last deep, deep breath. she closed eyes her briefly to gather the millions of thoughts she had into one story.
âback in new yorkâŚi had a best friend. he became my first love then he became my worst enemy, and heâs long gone, but clark, i canât let him go⌠his name was omar.â
BROOKLYN, NY 2000-2001
omar reyes was lyric jamesâ childhood best friend back in new york and her first love. he was a sweet boy that lived a decent childhood until his parents divorced and his dad had full custody of him after his mother moved away. to keep himself busy, omar decided to play basketball all throughout elementary and middle school. heâd study more often to make his parents proud and boy, were his grades were top tier. in the midst of that studying, he grew fond of science and anatomy, but his mind was already made up that he wanted to be a professional NBA player or a coach like his father after college. lyric could remember when he was just practicing shooting hoops on the street after the older kids excluded him for being too short to play and even though she didnât have a deep knowledge of the sport, she learned to love it as she supported him. lyric pushed omar to show those bullies he that was capable of exceeding anyoneâs expectations. the bond between him and lyric was unbreakable. omar was the one that gifted lyric with the hoops that she oddly still adorns to this day, they had their first kiss on her thirteenth h birthday, and when they turned fourteen, omar confessed his feelings and officially asked lyric to be his girlfriend to which she immediately accepted and the bliss of young love took its course in their lives.
he was a great first boyfriend for lyric. loyal, kind, affectionate, attentive, and humorous. her parents enjoyed his company, but things took a turn when they entered high school and not for the better.
omar seemed kind ofâŚoff.
he seemed to appear to be thinner and more fatigued than usual, but he just dismissed it as stress from school, sports, and life in general. while practicing in the gym, he had a hard fall that resulted in so many bruises on his body that he had to quit basketball indefinitely, so the school wouldnât be held liable. it all came to a head at the beginning of freshman year when he was tutoring lyric at her place while crystal happened to be home preparing dinner. everything was fine until omar stood up to go to use the restroom and then he harshly collapsed to the floor after taking one step, rendering him unconscious. crystal urgently called the paramedics and his father to get him to the er. after the doctor ran some tests, omar was diagnosed with stage two leukemia and had to start treatment right away. lyric didnât hesitate to stay by his side and visit the hospital as much as she could for the strength her boyfriend, herself, and their relationship. lyric hoped and believed that the treatment he was receiving would be the light at the end of the tunnel and everything would return to normal, right? wrong.
it all changed so drastically as the condition worsened from stage two to stage four. omar had to be sent to duke hospital for treatment. duke hospital was in durham, north carolinaâwhich was almost five-hundred miles away. omar and lyric decided to make a long distance relationship work by writing letters and talking on the phone when they were both available. lyric and omar consistently corresponded with each other those first few weeks. wellâmostly lyric, but she understood because he needed to focus on getting well and the best she could do was stick by him like a loyal girlfriend, right? she added in something special to each letter, a developed photo that she snapped with her camera. each photo possessed the inspiration that captured the essence of their home and memories.
days turn to weeks, and weeks into months with no update from neither omar nor his parents. lyric grew weary, a bitter vile feeling within the pit of her stomach. something wasnât right. one day, she came home after school and she was baffled to see both of her parents were home, sitting in the living room. they tell her to sit down in order to relay the message from the reyes family: omar lost his battle and he was gone. lyric was so in shock that her parents voices faded out, so she couldnât even register the details of a funeral, a wake, or a cremation. seven days of mourning passed and the event of the funeral arrived. clad in all black with dark loc shades, lyric was cold and numb, but at the urging of omarâs family, she was permitted to say heartfelt remarks about the deceased. how could she explain a lifelong bond within two to three minutes? she looked at some familiar and unfamiliar faces in the crowd as she recounted her times with boyfriendâwell, ex-boyfriend. by the time she was done, the tears silently rolled down her cheeks and her mother consoled her through the entirety of the service. everyone in attendance came back to reyesâ home to eat, give their condolences, and chat about the mundane. lyric was seated on the sofa and just stared at the minimal portion of food on her plate. sheâd rarely had an appetite during the time of her bereavement. her state of disassociation was paused when an unfamiliar, high pitched female voice breaks her out from her solitude.
âso i guess you must be lyric, huh?â the james girl gazed at the other teenaged girl in front of her. she was a few inches shorter. although heartache painted her face, she had striking features that consisted of tawny brown skin, deep almond shaped eyes, high cheek bones, and full lips.
âis this seat taken?â the girl asked to which lyric shook her head side to side, giving her the cue to sit. the girls sit in an awkward silence for about two minutes and the latter began to speak,
âi already know your name, so itâs only fair that you know mineâ iâm trina davis. um, my mom and i came up from north carolina to say our final goodbyes. she was actually the lead nurse that helped with omarâs cancer treatment at duke.â
âitâs nice to meet you, trina. how long are you in town for?â lyric inquired.
âlikewise! weâll be flying back the day after tomorrowâlyric, may i ask you a question?â
lyric deliberately nods and placed the untouched plate from her lap onto the coffee table. she turned her body to trina, awaiting the question.
âi donât want to pry, but iâm gonna try to make this make sense as much as possible. soâiâve heard in your speech that you were omarâs girlfriend, how long have you guys been together?â
âwell we made it official this past july. he got diagnosed in september, went to duke in october, and now itâs february, so a good six months, if my math is on point.â she dryly chuckled.
âwhy?â lyric quizzed and her eyes caught onto trinaâs dumbfounded expression. lyric noticed the gulp that ran down the girlâs neck as her jaw clenched.
âyou know how i said that my mom was the lead nurse for him, right?â
lyric nodded again to lend the girl a listening ear. trina began to explain how her mother had inspired her to work in the field of caring for cancer patients, so she decided to do volunteer work by reading to the patients and keeping them company, you know to get that experience. that was when she met omar in mid october. she would read titles such as to kill a mockingbird or the count of monte cristo. omar expressed that he was looking forward to reading those books in his honors english class, but life happened. with her motherâs permission, the teens would sit in the hospital garden and chat beyond the analysis of the characters in the texts theyâve read. on a weekly basis, theyâd converse about their pet peeves, hobbies, interests, music tastes, favorite movies, and anything under the sun really.
at the start of november, trina sat at omarâs bedside and he was dozing off. that was her cue to leave silently and she ran into a nurse who had an envelope with omarâs name on it in his hand. trina told the nurse that omar was sleeping and that she will place it on his bedside. the nurse gives the envelope to trina and took his leave as she examined the enclosed message. her natural nosiness wanted to know of the hand that inked her new friendâs name in blue with such skilled calligraphy. trina stopped herself from her the temptation to open it and sat it down beside him. the next week in the garden, she questioned omar about the letter. he then dismissed the value of the letter and that it was his from his âhome girl lyricâ from his hometown. to ease trinaâs worries, he reassured her that would read it later that day.
omar received lyricâs letters frequently, but with the sickness that took toll on his body had hindered his correspondence. it wasnât like omar didnât cherish her letters and photographs that he received at first, but with each passing day his heart for their relationship grew more distant as he started to grow more tired of his condition and tired of his life. omar couldnât sit in denial that he fought the good fight for long enough. at that point, he was ready to raise and wave the white flag in surrender, but he didnât want to tell lyric anything. he didnât want to cause her anymore heartbreak than he already had, so he just stopped responding all together. he had hoped that one day lyric would find it in her heart forgive him, whether he lived or not. trina unknowingly accepted the answer and reassures him that his friend would understand. she joked that if she was his girlfriend then there would be some suspicions, but if theyâd agreed to make that work, then lyric would be a saint.
by thanksgiving, trina and omar grew closer in their emotional connection. even though trina enjoyed the day with her own family, she found it in her heart to urge her mother to drop by duke to at least deliver omar a light plate of her grandmotherâs home style cooking, with his appetite willing. jovial at her motherâs approval, she was already up the elevator and knocked softly on omarâs door before she sauntered her way in with her offering. the teens faces beamed as they saw each other after a short time apart. trina placed the aluminum foil covered plate to reveal the basics such as turkey, dressing, mac nâ cheese, and potato salad. omar looked at it like it was first âor last meal. he told her heâd eat it tomorrow when his appetite allowed him and she put it to the side. the two made small talk before she attempted to leave the room only to feel a hand meekly grab onto hers.
âomar is everything okââ her sentence was cut short as her face collided with his chest and both of his arms encircled around her. trina was stunned at this.
âjust stay with meâŚ. iâm scared.â
he pleads for her presence and her heart grew heavy in sorrow as omarâs tears rain on her scalp, so stayed for a little bit longer. omar knew that he wouldnât have much time left and he needed her to be by his side until then, so it didnât take long for them to get emotionally involved through the holiday seasons until his untimely demise.
lyric sat there as her emotions internally wreaked havoc in her mind. she swallowed before she stuttered her words out.
ây-youâre telling me t-that you and omar wereâ
âyes.â trina somberly interrupted. âwe were together until he died. he only called you his good friend, so i thought it was okay. iâm so sorry, lyric. i swear i didnât know because heâd rarely talk about you after that.â trinaâs voice started to crack and got higher in pitch as the tears rapidly streamed down her cheeks. she gazed down at the ground with such guilt and disappointment.
âgod, i wish that my nosiness made me see the truth in that letter, but i respected him that much, so i didnât. lyric, iâmââ
âitâs fine.â lyric cut her off.
ânoâno, lyric, itâs not fine. we knew of his condition and he knew it was getting worse, but it doesnât give him the right to fool us like that. especially not to you, i only knew him in his last moments and you, his whole life! if i were you iâd beâ
âdonât tell me how i should feel, trina. i said itâs fine.â lyric sternly affirmed, her face stoic as her finger brushed a piece of hair from falling in front of her eye. she deeply sighed as her eyes looked up at the white ceiling, sliding her tongue across the front of her top teeth before resuming,
âyou didnât know, so iâm not mad at you, trina. i just wish i knew why he would do that and i know that i will never get my answer. not from you and definitely not from omar, so in that case, itâs fine.â lyric wraps her arm around trinaâs shoulder to wish her the best when she travels back to north carolina and departed from her seat on the couch before fishing her parents out of the sea of visitors and informing them that she was ready to leave due to nausea. not exactly a lie, but a good excuse for the james family to leave quickly to their home.
to say that lyric was an emotional wreck was an understatement. for those next few weeks, her tears poured out until they ran dry and irritated her skin. she secluded herself within the four walls of her room, all day and all night unless she had to relieve herself. she didnât care anymore. reassuring words didnât fix this. sleeping for several hours didnât fix this. toni braxtonâs âunbreak my heartâ on repeat certainly didnât fix it. she closed herself off at school and floated by to at least pass the ninth grade, she didnât want to celebrate her fifteenth birthday back in april, and the only ones she invited into her life were noir and the tunes on her record player.
her parents were worried that it was just more than omarâs death that caused their daughter to spiral into such a state and they made that decision to get her counseling when summer break began. in the first and second sessions, the therapist wanted to get to know lyric personally on her own with her parents waiting outside the door. by the third session, joseph and crystal were present in the room. lyric didnât want to speak nor cooperate. she was surprised that she got out of the sanctuary of her bed and went in the car without putting up a fight. no matter how many questions theyâve asked or exercises they were trying to perform, sheâd stay frozen like a guarded statue until she reached her boiling point when asked,
âtell me this, lyricâif omar were sitting in this room what would you say to him now?â
her brows furrowed and a scowl was painted on her face. every muscle tensed as the word vomit was about to explode all over the office at the mere thought of that boyâthat coward.
âeverything around here reminds me of you. i want to let you go because you hurt me. you hurt me and i donât want to think about you, but i need answers! how the hell could you break my heart without me noticing until you were gone?!â
lyric rose to her feet and began to pace around, her dark eyes shifted to a corner where she could see a vision of him so vunerable as he laid in the hospital bed, with trina at his side. âi swear, omar, if you werenât dead already, iâd kill your assâwhy the hell would you agree to a long distance relationship when you knew it wouldnât work, huh? if it wasnât gonna work, why didnât you hit me up or write me back? all i did was send you letters to tell you how much i loved and missed you, omar, but you just gave upâand you didnât want to tell me, but you had the strength for somebody else. a girl you knew for a couple of months! wow. why? why, huh? WHY!?â
lyric confessed her plight to the therapist and her chest heaved as she collapsed with her head buried in her hands. her body was quivering as the hot tears flooded like water down her face. joseph and crystal quickly come to her aid. they had never seen their daughter be so enraged and emotionally inflicted. later that night, crystal and joseph had a private conversation, made some phone calls, and decided it was best to get lyric away from new york indefinitely.
SMALLVILLE, KANSAS 2002
âso, thatâs why we really moved here. thatâs how we ended up here in kansas. we had to get away and find a new scene, so that i couldnât appear as the girl that went mad with grief, but clark i still have those moments where i feel so empty. i felt like i was left to hang alone.â
by the time she concluded her story, the intensity of stevieâs voice increases, lyric tears up a bit and her lips start to quiver. she takes a deep breath and averts her gaze up to the ceiling to bottle up what she couldnât contain any longer. before she knew it, a pool of tears started to flow down the smooth, brown skin of her solemn face. clark clutched onto her hand to lightly squeeze it of reassurance.
âyouâre not alone, lyric. i know what itâs like to lose someone and theyâre the only ones who have the answers that you need. you feel that you miss them becauseâŚtheyâre the key to the truth and thereâs nothing wrong about wanting to know the truth, no matter how life altering it could be. we just have toâoh!â
clark is interrupted when her arms are clutching to his torso and her face buried was near his middle.
âthank youâso much. all youâve done has helped me since i came here. i canât be grateful enough for you, clark.â her muffled, soft voice vibrated against his skin.
clark responded with one action that night: being there for her. he immediately wrapped his arms around her and let her sob her sorrows out until she dozed off to sleep with her head in his lap. noir sat by their side and observed the two as her tail softly swished across the floor. thankfully, lyric was a heavy sleeper. clark gingerly adjusted his body off the floor, so that he could carry her bridal style to gently lay her on the bed. he managed to tuck her in within the lavender duvet as he heard a car pull into the driveway and the sound of her parents call out to her. clark jogs downstairs to formally greet mr. and mrs. james. clark explains what went on that evening and that lyric was safely tucked in and asleep.
at first her parents were so worried that lyric would suffer from another breakdown when the omar situation was brought up, but they felt relief wash over them as they knew that clark was there every step of the way and that she was safe. they appraised him with their gratitude and offer for him to visit often. his family had made their family welcome and it was in due time to return the favor, especially for all of what the young kent has done for their daughter. clark bid the james family a goodnight and walked off of the porch before giving a final glance to lyricâs bedroom window. it was completely dark and his eyes of blue met with the yellow-green of noirâs. the feline was perched on the window sill.
âtake good care of her for me, girl.â he said to the distant cat in a hushed tone before utilizing his super speed to get him home in a timely manner.
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