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PINNED. — I'M DOING IMPORTANT STUFF! independent roleplay blog for clark kent, based off of james gunn's superman (2025). low activity. selective. 21+ only. / penned by SKY. 26. she/her pronouns. disclaimer: i'm brand new to the world of dc, save for watching a few cw shows over the years, please be patient with me as i orient myself with lore outside of the movie! affiliated with: @teschfiles ♡ DOC. &. PROMPTS. blogroll: wandercr & nuclearbinds.
so, full disclosure, i'm not sure if i want to continue this blog at this point in time. while i'm enjoying writing clark, i don't know that i'm offering anything new or unique to his portrayal, which is really, really important to me when it comes to writing canon characters.
i also am really struggling to find my niche here, due to my limited time to write and general shyness/difficulty connecting to wide varieties of people.
both of those things are just making writing harder. i don't want to disappear without a trace, so i feel it's the right thing to mention that this is where my brain's at, atm!
there is so much vulnerability in showing clark her new place. far removed from lex's penthouse, it is modest, sure, but eve has decorated it in a way only she could. from the splashes of all her favorite colors to the string line of pictures with the heads of her exes all chopped off, the space is so quintessentially eve. so to display herself so openly to clark? it is so much more intimate than any sex she has ever had.
she is holding onto clark's arm to guide him through each room, and it's not lost on her, how this is the longest she has ever gotten to touch him. she has tried here and there, to touch him, to do more, but he never seems to think it's the right time. she hasn't lost hope yet, though. even now, she places both her hands on his broad chest, crumpling the fabric of his shirt within her fingers. ❛ what are you thinking? is it too much? ❜ what she really is wondering is, am i too much still?
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every inch of the apartment screams eve, from the color palette to the darkly glamorous take in decor. he wonders if she feels at home, yet, in a place that's hers entirely, rather than something given or territory she's made to feel as if she's encroached upon. before clark can think on it too long, her hands are roaming up his chest. he blushes, a shy smile blossoming on his lips.
“ too much? ” he asks. “ no, not at all. it's unique. it's you. ” the grin on his face grows. he can't resist, he leans down to press a quick kiss to her forehead. stepping away, he takes one of her hands in his, their fingers intertwining. ( he knows eve wants more, but maybe this sort of slow simplicity is exactly what he longs for and what she needs. ) “ how's it feel to have your own place? it must be ... different. ”
hi all! i've been a little exhausted and sluggish/depressed the last week or so, hence the radio silence. hoping this week will be better for my energy and sleep routine, and that i'll be around more, as a result. just a reminder, mutuals are more than welcome to request my discord so we can plot or chat. ♡
i switched clark from carrd over to a doc. i updated my rules a smidge. there shouldn't be anything new that applies too heavily to any of my mutuals, but feel free to take a gander.
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"Rao--" Kara cursed, immediately reaching up to plug her ears. "I forgot how loud your planet is, Kal." The younger kryptonian hissed as the sounds of earth assaulted her ears. "Are you alright? You don't call me back here often."
“ you'd get used to it, if you stopped by more, ” he suggests. no judgement laces clark's tone as he glances at his cousin. blocking out the excess noise became second nature to him long ago. he bends down, grabbing a tennis ball from the bucket full of them at his feet (the sturdiest brand he could find.) “ obedience training, ” he says, nodding in the direction of krypto, who's chasing his tail in circles in the middle of the field, stirring up what few birds remained following his arrival. “ seriously, kara, i had to stop him from taking down a plane the other day. he thought it was a big chew toy. he needs training. ”
just started watching smallville for the first time and, as a fan of the more recent dc shows the cw has done, it's amazing to see that they have quite literally never improved their cgi
when clark blushes, eve latches onto the flutter of hope in her chest like it's her one chance to save herself from drowning. he begins by saying all the right things, things that are sweeter than she ever expected to hear. she even has the start of a smile on her lips, but the mood is cut short before it can fully blossom. one thing eve is quickly learning? if it sounds too good to be true, then it definitely is. clark likes her, sure, but it's because clark likes everybody. she's not special. she's not someone who gives him butterflies like he gives her. how stupid was she to even try?
eve won't cry. she's done so much crying on guys who aren't worth ruining her make-up for, frankly. somehow, though, not crying hurts even more. something inside her is dying, or feels like it, anyways. she drops her gaze to the floor, and nods her head to indicate she understands. she gets it. she's not worth the trouble she brings.
❛ is it really jimmy who's stopping you? ❜ might as well put all their cards on the table. like, what even is there left to lose? to be honest, eve is tired of people pretending to be nice to her to her face. a girl can only take so many lies until she chokes on them and dies. ❛ or is it because i was with lex? ❜
oh. that name still has the power to stop her dead in her tracks, even when she's the one bringing it into the conversation. seriously, why is it that she can't detach herself from her shitty ex-boyfriend? didn't she pay her dues? didn't she make up for being with him in the first place? she sighs, sadly. she's just... well, sad.
❛ i get it. no one wants the girl who is the sloppy seconds of lex luthor. ❜
“ no, eve. ” there's an edge of frustration to his voice, but not with her, with himself for failing so miserably at this. he runs a hand along his jaw, the look on her face setting off an ache in his chest. clark rises from his seat, approaching her slowly as he lowers down in front of her chair, his hands reaching for hers. “ look at me, please, ” he says, his voice a soft rumble. “ you are not anyone's ... sloppy seconds. you're amazing and beautiful and smart and ━ ” he pauses, the space between his brows creasing.
“ and you don't see it. ” his thumb absently brushes over the back of her hand. he knows the need for love must be eating her up inside. why else would she seek it out from men like lex and jimmy? men so different, yet so similar in the meager morsels of attention they throw her way. “ you know, you see a lot of potential in people. what they could be, the sort of treatment they might deserve. you give people a lot of love. that's not a flaw. it's not something that would ever change how i feel about you. ”
sure, maybe he can't exactly revel in having feelings for lex luthor's ex-girlfriend, but it doesn't deter him, either. lex resides in a cell in a maximum security prison. he can't hurt eve, and clark would never let him, even if he could.
“ don't you think that you deserve to focus on yourself for awhile? to love eve? ” his lips pull into the beginnings of a smile. “ because, from where i'm sitting, i think that would be the easiest thing in the world for you to do. ” he squeezes her hands.
“ and if you want me around while you figure things out ━ ” and after you've broken up with jimmy, he adds silently. “ then just say the word. ”
DAVID CORENSWET AS CLARK KENT
SUPERMAN (2025)
she wonders what jimmy is doing right now instead of being with her. the first few times something like this happened, eve was sick with worry. she had been totally convinced that something awful had happened to him. maybe she had wanted to believe that only a huge disaster could keep her prince charming away from her.
until it happened again, and then again, and each time they reunited, she saw the light dim in jimmy's eyes when he saw her. that hurt, bad.
there are only so many excuses a girl can make until she's gotta accept the truth: jimmy olsen is just not that into her.
tears wet her eyes, but there's another truth, a happier one, that is hers to accept, too. she's not interested in only jimmy anymore. he's not the only guy who fills her with warmth and sends butterflies fluttering throughout her stomach. clark kent does, too. clark is a sweet guy, though. and eve, historically, has not gone for those.
maybe it's worth a try?
❛ would a guy like you be happy to have a girl like me around? ❜ eve has been kicked and bruised by love. it's stolen the joy from her voice and left behind insecurities. still, she looks at clark with the smallest sliver of hope in her eyes, even though she fully expects him to kick her down, too. for him to respond with a polite compliment and then make a point to move far, far away from her.
maybe it's even what she deserves.
her question snatches the air right from his lungs, and clark coughs, setting aside his sandwich on his desk. a blush burns its way up his face as he processes her words. he pushes his glasses up with his index finger, meeting her gaze. the emotion that burns in them surprises him ━ the hope and anticipation, hiding behind a veil of tears. to his surprise, he doesn't quite know how to answer, and not because he needs to consider how to let her down easy, but because he can't quite pinpoint what the twinge in his chest is when he looks at her.
he likes eve. she's beautiful and lively; she always tries to see the best in people, even when they fail her. and, if he's really, really honest with himself, he sometimes looks forward to the idea that she might pop by the office in search of jimmy, knowing that, ultimately, he'll be the one to keep her company when the other man lets her down.
“ eve, ” he begins, sucking in a deep breath. “ a guy like me would be darn lucky to have a girl like you. ” the proceeding 'but' lingers on his tongue. he wishes he could swallow it back, could be the sort of guy to have witnessed jimmy's treatment of her and lean into the idea of betrayal.
“ but jimmy's my friend. i couldn't ... i can't ... ” he struggles to put his loyalty into words, knowing how undeserving of it his coworker must look from her perspective. “ i like you a lot. ” his cheeks are still red, brought out by the warm light of the lamp at his desk. ‟ i don't want to hurt anyone. him or you. ”
@hopecarries, “what’s with the costume?” there is a particular, bitter emphasis on that word. costume. it sounds so … silly. she has a costume of her own somewhere, not that elora knows where the hell it is. “… the giant s, for superman. is that a little much?” elora arches a brow.
"it's really more of a suit," he says. his hand rises, almost absently, pressing against the crest stamped across his chest. "and it's not an s, either." people think so, and it's easy enough to let them, especially since they seldom ask ... or judge out loud. "it's a kryptonian symbol ━ my birth family's crest." he glances at her. "i guess i think of it like a uniform. people know who i am, and that i'll help them, just by what i'm wearing."
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they're eating sandwiches that were meant for her and jimmy. eve chomps down on hers, grateful that at least the food doesn't taste as pathetic as she feels. how stupid can you be, eve? obviously, jimmy wasn't working late! obviously, he just wanted any excuse under the sun to ditch her!
his coworker, clark, is always nice to her, though. always lets her pretend that jimmy is really, really sorry and that he really, really wishes he could have made it. usually, she's happy to engage in the small talk with clark, usually she's happy to fake it just for a little while longer. tonight's different, though. tonight, she looks at her concoction of bread and lettuce and slice of meat and just feels... empty.
she cuts into whatever overly nice, gentlemanly thing clark is saying to her to make a confession. ❛ i know he doesn't really wanna be with me. ❜ disappointment is like acid in her voice. she swallows a lump in her throat and shakes her head. frankly, she's so embarrassed that she can't even look at clark.
it's not the first time a fib from jimmy has brought eve to the daily planet searching for him. clark tries not to judge the other man too harshly, but when she walks in tonight, all bright smiles, with a bag of food swinging from her well-manicured hand, he can't fully swallow down his disappointment in his friend.
eve is a nice girl ━ smarter and kinder than she might appear on first introduction. her main flaw, it seems, is chasing men that don't appreciate that.
and that's how they ended up here, in the semi-darkness of the office, eating sandwiches meant for her and jimmy, while he tries to fill the silence with friendly small talk.
when she speaks, her usually bubbling disposition falling away, he halts mid-statement, his mouth going dry. clark glances down at his half-eaten sandwich, trying to find the right words to comfort her.
"i don't think it's you, eve," he says, wiping crumbs onto his napkin. "jimmy is ... complicated. his relationships with women are complicated." he thinks he's being rather generous with that one.
"there are plenty of guys who would be happy to have a gal like you around. i'm sorry he doesn't see that."
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how lex or jimmy ever reeled in someone like eve still evades him. sure, she could be ... enthusiastic to an extreme, but she seems sweet enough. ( something, clark knows, jimmy never could stomach; he's always wishy-washy with the women who want him most. ) so, he listens attentively as she speaks, sensing that she might need someone to hear her after all that she's been through.
his brows raise slightly when she grabs his hand. he meets her earnest gaze and fights a wince at the reminder that some people still don't trust him, and they aren't quiet about it online. at her suggestion, his expression grows thoughtful.
" a social media manager? you think? " inserting himself into online spaces always seemed too corporate and fame chasing to consider before. try as he might to avoid it, superman has become a brand, something to be fed to the masses, and, right now, the masses don't know how to feel about him.
but does it matter, if he knows the truth at his core?
" it's a good idea, eve, but i don't know. even if i could pay for someone to do that, wouldn't it be inauthentic to have someone else manage my image online? " he continues. " i want my actions to speak for me. that doesn't happen through status updates and selfies. i need people to see me as me, not as some carefully curated brand, even if it works for the justice gang. "
in honor of it being sunday, i would like to say that i don't think clark is a god or super skilled in bed, despite what the fanfics want us all to believe ... he is, however, sweetly clumsy, attentive and very much okay with being told what to do, and his stamina is - as expected - absurd.
Clark not understanding how to use Lois's voice recorder
there's no god-fearing way to put this but. respectfully? i'm making icons, and all that's running through my brain is "i want to Bite Him"
