they raise 'em tough in . . .

we are all 𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 by the 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘. we 𝔸𝕃𝕃 𝕊ℍ𝔸ℝ𝔼 the 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 [ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ]

[sm4llville]

           [ INTERVIEWER : ] ARE YOU AT ALL WORRIED THAT THIS WOULD MAKE PEOPLE AFRAID OF KRYPTONIANS?

[ SUPERMAN : ] you mean of me? that's not something i will ever be able to control. BUT I KNOW WHO I REALLY AM, just like i know who the PEOPLE OF SMALLVILLE really are. [ . . . ] this small town was hurting. its people were hurting. an event this big could have destroyed it, could've torn it apart, but it didn't. IT BROUGHT IT BACK TOGETHER. i saw people find strength they didn't know they had, face their fears, become heroes. I'M NOT THE ONE WHO SAVED SMALLVILLE. its people did. and I know because of this experience, by going through this together, SMALLVILLE WILL BE STRONGER than it has ever been before. —  SUPERMAN AND LOIS ( 2021 - 2024 )

 CARRD • PROMPTS • STARTER CALLS • WORLDBUILDING • MAINS

TRUTH, JUSTICE, AND A BETTER TOMORROW! #sm4llville is an independent, highly selective and LOW ACTIVITY roleplaying blog for CLARK KENT with a portrayal heavily inspired by the characterization of SUPERMAN ( 2025 ), with elements and influences from other superman media such as: superman & lois, superman '78, my adventures with superman, superman: birthright, man & superman, superman: brainiac, new krypton + other select comics and media.

saving the world with: @b4kerline + @showgal ♡

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watch my adventures with superman on hbo max or adult swim, thank you.

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darren criss in maws s3 :D rco down??? D:

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Action Comics #1100 - variant cover by David Talaski

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happy Superman day!!!

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rachel brosnahan hot ones a week after oscar isaac's. huge in my world.

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SUPERMAN —  CORSAIR OF THE SKIES!

Set loosely in the world of Aquaman: Yo-ho Hold Onto Your Hook!

Kal-El is of Kryptonian origin, having landed on the small island of, well, Smallville when he was just an infant. Adopted by Marta and Jonathan Kent, raised to be a good man in a world of scoundrels and pillagers.

Passion for mapping and exploration, made Worse™ when his power of flight manifested.

Was gifted the Fortress of Solitude upon finding out about his Kryptonian origins in his adolescence, thus learning about Krypton and its culture. More importantly, its technology.

With the world they lived in being ran over by bloodthirsty pirates, Clark made the decision to help those in need: putting together a crew of his Fortress's robots to aid him in taking down other pirate ships.

Since he has a bigger fondness for the skies than the seas, he developed a sky faring vessel with Kelex that gave them not only great advantages over sea-bound ships, but a much needed vantage point to intervene when necessary.

Stories about the Superman who gets in the way of pillaging begin spreading throughout the land; they speak of his crimson cape and his invulnerability — bullets can't take him down, he's incredibly fast, and his crew looks to be from another world. These stories vary widely: some call him an angel, some a devil. Depends who is telling them.

Ends up in Metropolis after a battle against Brainiac's ship, the Skullfreighter, during a thunderstorm breaks apart his vessel and crew. Clark is poisoned by a kryptonite weapon that Brainiac wields, which makes him fall from the skies and into the seas near Metropolis Island, where the Daily Planet fares.

Powerless and stripped of his cape, he wakes up on the deck of the Planet at the mercy of Captain Lois Lane ( @pressriot ). No one in the crew has any idea they've got Superman in their midst, and Clark introduces himself as a clumsy deckhand —  he needs some time to recover his powers and figure out how to stop Brainiac.

[showtal]

" he's not even bleeding! what the fuck. don't run away from me! " she's close behind them, hands still on her hips. tal's careful to pick a seat that's as far away from her as he can get. " am too, " he objects. he isn't. not even close. " harleen, be a darling and get morgan a drink ⸺ " he's mimicking her least favorite regular at their most favorite bar. ( he did throw the guy in the dumpster last week, to his credit. )

" oh, i'm gonna fucking kill you, " she hisses. " stop fucking doing that, dickhead, or i'm gonna set chase on you. i act like a rich, pretentious asshole all the time because i'm sooooo scared nobody's ever gonna love me ⸺ motherfucker. "

tal's eyes sparkle. he could be accused of enjoying this. after all, one angry blonde in his life is hardly enough. he whispers his response to kal ⸺ in kryptonian, mind you!! ⸺ with his hand over his mouth, lest she see. " it wasn't my fault! she was saying she didn't understand what diana saw in him, so . . . i explained. i wasn't expecting her to put the pieces together. "

she drapes herself over clark's shoulder, peering at tal's hand. " he's not bleeding. grow a fucking pair, morgan. wait, so you knew, or you assumed?! because that's a big fucking difference. does diana know?! oh my god, do i have to tell her?! "

" believe me ⸺ diana knows. "

" please let me punch him in the face. "

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he'd wanted a quiet night in. that's all. too much to hope for when your girlfriend and your brother have a whole beagle boys act going on, clearly. by now, he's learned to filter most of it out like white noise, but it became harder to do when they put themselves at each side of his ears and started shouting nonsense at each other.

deep breath in, deep breath out  —  until his meditation is interrupted by harleen's too accurate a read on tal that has clark laughing and snorting out of his nose. oops. " sorry. " he says without meaning it, eyes twinkling as he looks at his brother. " it's just —  that's exactly what you sound like. "

so maybe he deserves to have his cool captured by tal's following bout of idiocy. feeling his head get warmer again, clark looks at the man in disbelief and whispers under his breath in kryptonian: " yes it was your fault! that is so not an excuse! you have got to stop drinking! " the alcohol very much exuded from tal's pores, and clark is sure his super sense of smell had nothing to do with his ability to catch it.

although he still glares at morgan, clark relaxes under harleen's touch and tosses the gauze aside. " you're right, he's being a baby. " accuses the younger sibling, reaching up to hold his girlfriend's forearm and rub it affectionately. " oh, well, i assumed. more or less. i didn't wanna bring it up, thought it might be rude or something —  and he seems like he's repented, right? i mean, he's a doctor now. the daily planet even reported he's lost his powers, so he's just . . . a regular guy with a bit of a temperament now. "

he considers the request for a moment. too long a moment. clark looks at tal, then back at harleen.

finally, he gives her a peck on the lips. " another day. " he promises with a smile. " and you don't need to tell diana, i'm sure she knows. you know her. she'd know. " and he would now make sure to relay her the information so she would make that very clear to harleen, too.

[showtal]

" no ⸺ " tal tries to save him. he really, really does. might have been a little bit quicker if he weren't currently texting cat ( 'had idea for new thing to try. let me know.' ) but it's too late. harleen's hands are already on her hips. they're both doomed. " morgan, what the fuck. you looked me in the fucking eyes and said he didn't know. " " why does that surprise you? why does that surprise her? " hold on, he's still texting. okay. his phone's back in his pocket. he's here now. listening, even!

" what do you mean, what about him?! he's zod. like, the zod on tv. like ⸺ the zod that tried to take over the world. "

" general zod, " tal offers, ever helpful. she flings a pillow at his head; he doesn't bother to dodge it.

" yeah. that zod. i kept saying he looked familiar ⸺ wait, sorry, did you say you knew?! "

" kal, stitches? " a second chance at an out!

" shut the fuck up or i'll do it again. "

[sm4llville]

okay, this is less than ideal. and tal is dead. so dead. clark resists the urge to cast daggers towards his brother with a glare, but hopes he can feel in the air that he is, in fact, dead. keeping his lips shut, he nods quietly at harleen while trying to think of a way out of this.

" well, i  —  " there was always the truth . . .

nah. tal's thing is better. clark jumps out of the couch. " stitches, yeah! boy, that looks kinda ugly, let me have a look for ya. " he rushes towards his brother, leading him to the kitchen.

so she cannot say he's ignored her, clark gives her something to work with. " i just kinda figured, y'know? " he calls out from the kitchen, grabbing his med kit. " i'm, uh, good with faces— " and then, lowering his voice to whisper his reproach to tal while opening up a closed pack of gauze that he might be picturing as tal's head while he rips it apart:

" what the hell happened? are you insane?! why is she talking about zod?! what did you do? "

[showtal]

" clark ⸺ " " kal ⸺ " " clark! " " kal! " there's two of them. two figures in oversized prada sunglasses about an inch over gaudy. morgan has longer legs, but she's mean, so they end up crashing into his living room at about the same time. harleen elbows him in the ribs, buying her a second, but she loses it when she pauses to push her sunglasses up on her forehead. " oh my god ⸺ " " i didn't tell her! " " did you know ⸺ "

there's only one thing for him to do. he puts his hand over her mouth, like there's anything that can stop this ball from rolling at this point. it's like his brain never fully developed, because he looks genuinely surprised when she sinks her teeth into the offending hand, forcing him to let her the fuck go.

" jesus christ, morgan, you'd think you'd have learned the first time you tried that. i'm still from fucking gotham ⸺ " she shakes her head, dashing to the other side of the couch, safely next to @sm4llville. " hi. hello. did you also know that zod is ⸺ like, zod? zod zod? scary alien zod?! "

[sm4llville]

he's too slow. before clark can even think to make a run for it, they've already invaded the room. sure, he could've gotten out in a blink, but they'd already seen him and last time he took the coward's way out, harleen wouldn't let him hear the end of it for a week.

so this time, he must be brave. unfortunately.

inhaling sharply, clark braces himself for the two hander that greets him in the most chaotic manner possible. sitting prettily upon the couch, watching a scene that doesn't surprise him in the least. though he does grimace when tal gets bitten —  empathy and all that. " hi. " he greets, lightening up with a smile as he turns to face her. " yes. i'm very familiar with zod. " before he asks, he glances rapidly at his brother —  do i want to know?

like it mattered. like she wouldn't tell him anyway.

here goes nothing: " what about him? "

[sm4llville]

brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair .

" it's quite alright, miss teschmacher, i really got some place else—  " not a moment before he can finish his poor excuse, clark kent is easily overpowered by the able hands of miss @teschmacher, who somehow manages to pull him down to a chair right in front of her. with shoulders tense up to his ears and a frown that creases his brow, clark has no choice but to let the woman work her magic, as she'd put it.

the only problem is that the magic has to do with his hair. and clark just happens to be super precious about his hair.

as the comb travels through raven locks, the reporter does his best to not cringe, but his discomfort is clear as day. silently, he wonders what material the brush is made out of . . . he knows it cannot be of the same standard he utilizes, as his comes from a couple of galaxies away. a thoughtful gift from his cousin. bed hair? never again!

lost in thought, he almost misses it when eve's brush is caught in his hair, and before she can force her hand enough to break it, clark reaches for her forearm and stops her motion. " whoa there, miss teschmacher! that's —  that's hurting a bit! i think you've got it all in place now, don't you? " with that midwestern smile, clark slowly drives her hand away from himself as he rises to full height again. " thank you very much for your help. i'm sure you've done a splendid job. "

he's already trying to find his hat.

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❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . clark's going to wear a tie properly whether he likes it or not.

clark knows how to tie a tie. the matter just becomes more complicated when you're changing back into work clothes at light speed —  though that is more of an individual experience that a man such as lex luthor has no means of taking into account. to lex, clark kent is the guy who always shows up with dishevelled hair, a wrinkled suit and a crooked tie to boost. a fact that the reporter is, despite appearances, perfectly aware of.

it's not that clark doesn't care for how he looks. it's just that it works better for him if it looks like he doesn't.

though, sure, he is a bit challenged when it comes to matching the color of his clothes —  super sense of fashion is not one of his gifts. he does like a well-pressed pair of pants, though.

" really, mr. luthor, you don't have to —  " the smallville native begins, seeing the billionaire approach him the way a predator would its prey. it's always unsettling to have @imperiouslex this close; clark tries to put distance between them whether he's donning a cape or thick glasses. it's a precaution he doesn't like to do without.

when lex stands too close, piercing green eyes cutting into the light of his blues, he feels like the other could gauge out his secret if he tried to hard enough. as it were, at the moment he's more concerned with adjusting clark's twenty dollar tie. " i appreciate it. " clark says sharply just as lex is done with the knot, placing his hands shakily ( on purpose, of course ) above the other's to relinquish his grip before he can step back. " but i've got it. " he adds awkwardly, clearing his throat as he, much too gentle, pulls the tie tighter around his collar. " i was just in a bit of a rush this morning, and the bus was too full for me to fix it, and mr. white told me to come right here when i got to work, and well —  " clark cuts himself off as if the few words were enough to make him run out of breath. his hands drop at his sides, ungracefully. his smile is as modest as can be; almost apologetic. " it's been a full day. but thanks. i'll keep those tips in mind. "

[sm4llville]

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse .

the lionel luthor clark knew was vastly different from this one. there's something undeniably unsettling about the man —  so much so that being in his very presence makes the young kryptonian's heart beat a little faster, his palms a little colder, and his breath a little out of pace. clark gets nervous under the scrutiny of the millionaire's hawk eyes, and with his nerves working against him . . . he stumbles over his own words. what could've been a simple answer goes on longer than it needs to, with syllables being repeated, ideas getting lost, and a lump on his throat growing.

he looks a fool. more then that, he looks suspicious.

as his mouth dries and his mind cannot string together coherent sentences, clark notices his very own savior standing just a few steps behind lionel, making a gesture he could not miss: shut up. all he needs to immediately press his lips together, nodding obediently at the girl and then trying to disguise it by snapping his attention back to lionel. " anyways, yes. sorry to —  i've actually got an important appointment just now that i can't miss, so —  gotta jet, sir! nice to meet ya! " he begins walking in chloe's direction. " pleasure! " no, it wasn't. clark speeds up, falling into step with @suliv4n with his back turned to lionel.

he's gone a couple shades paler.

" thanks for the assist —  i dunno what happened there. he's scary, right? i mean, creepy scary. he's not like that where i'm from . . . d'you think it's the hair? " lionel's hair is nowhere near that good in his smallville.

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❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food .

clark kent's optimism would be the death of him someday. there he is, super senses aplenty, smelling whatever excuse for a meal @bdazzled is concocting in his the kitchen from floors away —  but he still doesn't take the chance to run for the hills. he thinks it could be an honest mistake, that the smell could be coming from another apartment, that it could be something other than food. in his foolish optimism, clark comes right through the front door and finds all his senses assaulted by the surprise brooke has made for him.

lasagna, was it? gosh, he shudders to think it.

" oh, boy. " it slips out just under his breath, eyes wide as he reluctantly makes his way inside to face her. " heeey, honey. " if he loosens the tie around his neck, it's because he's nervous over the lie he's gotta tell her at some point in the next few minutes. he can't eat her food again. " somethin' smells  —  " his voice nearly breaks; he forces a smile onto his lips. " did ya cook somethin' up here? " clark can only stand at the kitchen's threshold. he doesn't dare step further inside. " that's . . . nice. "

with any luck, some super villain would attack downtown right about now and require his immediate attention.

[sm4llville]

nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

might as well capitalize on this one's 500 near death experiences

" i dunno, i think their coffee game's definitely improved since high school. " clark's attempt at lifting the spirits comes with a lopsided smile and a perfectly well balanced capuccino from a machine that was not part of smallville general's cafeteria when the two of them were regulars around the place. taking a seat next to lana's bed, he sets down his cup and pulls out a chocolate bar from a breastpocket. " the vending machine's gotten way better too. i got this for ya. " he adds, casting her an encouraging look before giving her the gift. " they said you should make a speedy recovery. how are you feeling? " a beat, his eyebrows furrow together with as his lips curve slightly. " deja vu part aside. "

@lifeforms

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

[showgal]

HELLLOOOOOO me and @sm4llville are literally soooo right at all times ?!??!!? hellooooooo ?!?!?!

[sm4llville]

WE MANIFESTED AT UNPRECEDENTED LEVELS!!!!!