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[luxthecreator]

°𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘°

𝙷𝚒! 𝙸'𝚖 𝙻𝚞𝚡 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙱𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍.

—𝕸𝖞 𝕺𝖜𝖓 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘

COMING SOON...

—𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝕴'𝖛𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉

𝙸𝚜 𝙸𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞? || 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 (𝙻𝙰𝙳𝚂)

AO3 || TUMBLR

—𝕸𝖞 𝕬𝖗𝖙

𝙿𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊 || 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋 || 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

COMING SOON...

[midandevil]

Eshelon WIP. Will I ever be able to draw something without being compelled to render? 😭🙏 I guess it can’t be helped when the subject is so pretty.

[velinxi]

Fairy prince Iris and the thief, Lillium

[Characters from CTC]

[doberart]

What’s underneath.

[lostinwaves02]

[sunsetagain]

[libraryspectre]

Do y'all remember being a kid and trying to read in the car while it was dark outside and your parents wouldn’t let you turn on the light so you would try to grab snatches of sentences when you passed by street lights

[sunsetagain]

Affinity level 177 phone call: Archery Mastery

[erdenmaedchen]

Jim, Doctor McCoy is being difficult again.

STAR TREK II - The Wrath of Khan

[thetimetostrikeislater]

Anyway.

[gigifluidcat-deactivated2026042]

Same energy.

[bibbysstuff]

one kiss each!

[clarkslvbug]

✩°｡⋆ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ⋆｡°✩

babydoll!reader x clark kent • soft fluff • cozy day vibes / wc: 530 / masterlist

It’s the kind of afternoon Smallville would be proud of—quiet, golden, slow in that way that makes the world feel soft around the edges.

Clark sits on the couch with a book open but long forgotten, his glasses low on his nose, hair still damp from a shower. You wander over without a word, your oversized jumper hanging off your shoulder, socks mismatched because you were too sleepy to care.

“Hi, baby,” he murmurs, already opening his arms.

You practically melt into his lap, legs curling around him, your cheek resting against the warm, broad span of his chest. His heartbeat is steady, a soft thump… thump… that promises safety. His hands settle on your waist automatically, thumbs rubbing small circles like they always do when he’s content.

You lift your head just enough to study him.

Not dramatic, not intense—just that quiet, tender curiosity you always get when you’re close enough to count the freckles across his nose.

Your fingers trace along the line of his jaw.

Clark tries—tries—not to react, but you feel it. The tiny shift in his breathing. The way his lips twitch. The way his chest vibrates with a laugh he’s swallowing down.

“You’re smiling,” you whisper, voice muffled against him.

“I’m not,” he lies softly, cheeks already warming.

You smooth your thumb over the dimple forming at the corner of his mouth. “Mmhm. You so are.”

He lets out a small, helpless laugh, eyes softening in a way they only ever do for you.

“You just… you make it hard not to,” he admits, brushing hair away from your forehead. “When you look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you tease, dragging your finger lightly across the arch of his eyebrow, down the slope of his nose, across the soft curve of his cupid’s bow. Every touch makes him smile harder.

“Like you’re memorising me,” he says quietly.

You lean in, your lips ghosting over his cheek, then the corner of his mouth. “Maybe I am.”

Clark’s hands tighten on your waist, grounding and gentle all at once. He presses his forehead to yours, noses brushing.

“You don’t have to,” he whispers, voice low and warm, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You grin, finally fully smiling yourself. “Didn’t think you were. I just like touching you.”

That earns a real laugh—soft, deep, the kind that rumbles through his chest and into you.

“Well,” he says, pretending to be serious even with the smile ruining it, “then I guess you should keep going.”

You do. Slowly. Reverently. Tracing his features while curled up on his lap, feeling each smile as it forms under your fingertips.

Outside, the day stretches on in golden silence.

Inside, Clark holds you like you’re the whole world—and maybe, to him, you are.

based off this request

[luxthecreator]

So cute TT ^ TT

[artbyhelenhe]

pet store visit ! - artbyhelenhe on instagram and X

[favstinne]

"One more game, pipsqueak?"

this one did numbers on tiktok... i wonder if it'll do as good here

[luxthecreator]

—𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝕱𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖘

𝙷𝚒 𝚑𝚒! 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖! 𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎!

𝙼𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,

𝙻𝚞𝚡🌑🌕🪶

[sunsetagain]

After the gods of twilight fell, all that remained was a thick dusting of gold on someone's lashes.

"You want to see if my tears are made of gold? All right, I'll cry for you next time."

Inspired by Alexandre Cabanel's The Fallen Angel

[luxthecreator]

:0 I literally have no words...wow