don't you ever end up anything but mine

[teschmacher]

#TAYLOR'S VERSION PRESENTS: An independent, mutuals only writing blog for Eve Teschmacher. Portrayal is set in Superman (2025) canon, with heavy inspiration taken from the Donner films. As loved profusely by Taylor (she/her, 30). Established August 31, 2025. Guidelines below the cut.

Lovingly intertwined with ♡♡ @imperiouslex ♡♡

HOUSE RULES.

Welcome! My name is Taylor, and this is my low-key, medium-activity writing blog for Eve Teschmacher. 👯‍♀️🤪

↪ I love, love, love Eve Teschmacher. Truest fact of my life. Having the opportunity to write her and develop her is a passion of mine that I don't take for granted. My portrayal pulls heavily from Superman (2025), as well as Donner's Superman films. You will see both versions of Eve pop up independently on this blog, but my overall portrayal of Ms. Teschmacher is intended to be a love letter to both versions! As such, Eve's personality, her motivations, and who she is overall is a amalgamation of these various (and limited!) canon sources. 💅🏼💁‍♀️

↪ @imperiouslex is the other half of this duo, and my exclusive, one and only, Lex. Whenever Lex is mentioned, I'm referring to Eve's dynamic with Frankie's version 100% of the time. That's my Lex, thank youu. 🙂‍↕️ 💕

↪ This blog is strictly mutuals-only. From memes to starter calls to everything in between and beyond, I will only interact with mutuals and this is non-negotiable. Also, no minors. 🤺🔪

 ↪ I'll always tag any triggers or whatever else people need tagged. I don't personally need anything tagged. I will tag all triggers as “trigger tw” 🧐😎

↪ Please always know you are welcome in my IMs to discuss plots. If you want to write but don’t have one in mind, that’s okay, too! We’ll figure it out together. As for memes, you will see them reblogged regularly. I encourage you to send in as many as you would like! Spamming is always welcome here. I have no limit to the amount of threads or memes I will accept with the same partner. As long as we’re both having fun, that’s all that matters to me!! 😈👩‍❤️‍👩

↪ Credits: Blog graphics, including icons, were created by @cerberuscomms !!! Dash icons were created by @plutocommissions !!!

TESCHMACHER STATS.

Full Name: Eve Teschmacher

Birthdate: December 16, 1992

Age: 33

Gender: Cis Woman

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Hometown: Hackensack, New Jersey

Current Location: Metropolis

Occupation: Currently, a full-time influencer. Previously, a secretary and social media manager for various businesses in Metropolis

Hair Color: Dyes her hair blonde, naturally a brunette

Eye Color: Green

Height: 5’8”

Faceclaim: Sara Sampaio

Family: A mother who still lives in Hackensack, deceased(?) father

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HE WON'T EVEN comment that they shouldn't be staying up this late, talking about absolutely nothing over a tub of ice cream. he won't mention that the body needs eight hours of sleep to function at it's best! or that eating this late probably isn't a great idea either. you're welcome, @teschmacher! how they got on the topic of eve's sex life is not something adrian is entirely sure about. usually he just lets the blonde guide the conversation & continues on from there. this was just the sleepover topic of the night! were all sleepovers with girls like this? sharing intimate details without a care in the world?

“ yeah, but, he's, like, one of your best friends, right? ” no offense to lex, of course, but adrian couldn't seem to fathom how anyone would befriend the man. eve truly was a saint for that! “ i mean, why else would you bond with him like that? ”

[teschmacher]

the surest sign that eve wants to gorge herself on mint chocolate chip ice cream is the itsy bitsy nightgown she wears that billows around her figure rather than embraces it. rest assured, her tits still look amazing in it (none of us would have it any other way!). back to the ice cream, though, she's got a spoonful in her mouth when adrian says the strangest, most perplexing thing she's ever heard. usually, they're on the same wavelength, understanding each other in ways only they can. which makes eve feel even more baffled. he could ask her anything in the world (except whether or not lex actually dresses up like superman in bed; she's under contract not to discuss that one), but THIS is what he wants to know?

honestly, it's seconds before she pieces together what he's even asking. ❛ i don't bond with lex. i fuck lex. and i like when he fucks me, because he gets me off so good i can't spell my own name afterwards. and it's a three letter name! ❜ she emphasizes her point by narrowing her eyes even more.

❛ adrian, ❜ she speaks his name with a smile in her voice, even if her face still shows how puzzled she is. curiosity wins out in the end. she swears she asks her next question without judgment. different strokes for different folks and all that. ❛ do you think you have to be best friends with someone to fuck them? ❜

[teschmacher]

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ aw. i'm just really pretty? ❜ her green eyes go wide. the question is spoken to life by eve, while a lollipop is being suckled between her lips. they're in noémie's car, one blonde driving and the other sitting pretty in the passenger seat. you can guess who is who. anyway, eve is busy with that lollipop of hers. she's obscenely deliberate in the circular licks she gifts to the colorful candy. maybe, also, there's no other excuse for the small kisses she places on its sugary surface, except that she's pretending it's noémie her pretty pink mouth is tasting. and wouldn't the flavor of her be even sweeter?

eve loves being called pretty, don't get it wrong, but she wants to shoot for the stars when it comes to beauty. why not call her beautiful? gorgeous? hot? she frowns, a rare feature for her face to make, considering the wrinkles it leaves behind. her skin care routine should not be scared, however, because soon she's grinning, her lips stretching around the lollipop. she decides to trade in her melancholy for mischief.

time to earn some praise.

she plops the lollipop out from her mouth and says: ❛ pretty... ❜ she rolls the word around her tongue, finding it more and more offensive as the seconds wear on but also growing more determined to do something about it. eventually, she throws the lollipop out the window of noémie's car. with her newly freed hand, eve reaches between the other blonde's legs, splitting them apart. she purrs, as she leans down, curving her body at a suggestive angle to start kissing noémie's thigh. the kisses are almost chaste, despite the location, and they are also sticky, thanks to the lollipop. she looks up, faking innocence as her cheek rubs against noémie's skin. ❛ am i pretty like this, too? ❜

[hollowprompts]

🤐 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴. 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 (+ 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦) 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦.

🕊️ 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

01. gently brushing the other's hair out of their face to tuck behind their ear. 02. wrapping a blanket around their shoulders from behind. 03. brushing tears off of their cheeks. 04. reaching out hesitantly before resting a hand on their back. 05. placing a cup of tea or coffee in front of them. 06. sitting beside them while they are asleep to watch over them. 07. sharing silence with them. 08. pulling them into a tight hug. 09. writing something quietly and passing them the note. 10. fixing a piece of their clothing carefully.

🔥 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫

01. staring at them in silence for a long moment before walking away. 02. slamming a door shut without explanation. 03. packing their things up, slowly and deliberately. 04. breathing sharply through their nose and refusing to meet their eyes. 05. cleaning something obsessively in silence.

🥀 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

01. running their thumb over the others bottom lip slowly. 02. standing just a little too close, enough to feel each others breath. 03. grazing their knuckles along the other's hip or thigh in passing. 04. undoing the top button of their shirt while holding eye contact. 05. leaning in like they're going to kiss and then pausing shyly. 06. sliding a hand under their chin to tilt their head up.

[teschmacher]

Would you rather spend pride month with….

The Justice League

Gotham City Rogues

Voting ended onJun 2

[teschmacher]

"Eve, you're so........pretty."

I CAN TELL YOU DON'T REALLY THINK SO!!!!!

[teschmacher]

say something nice about/to eve challenge 😔

[venimiss]

how can you say that?

❛ 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒   𝑖𝑡'𝑠   𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒.ᐟ ❜   noémie   bit   back,   and   she   bit   back   hard.   she   was   like   this   sometimes;   wild,   angry,   and   unreasonably   cruel.   especially   to   those   she   loved.   it   wasn't   fair.   she   knew   it   wasn't,   but   it   didnt   stop   her.   there   was   something   inside   of   her   that   craved   the   turmoil,   and   it   grew   paranoid   when   things   got   too   good.   ❛ 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒   𝑎   𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑧𝑦,   𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑦,   𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙   𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒   𝑜𝑓   𝑚𝑦   𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔   𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒.ᐟ   𝑔𝑜   𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦   𝑜𝑛   𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟   𝑝𝘩𝑜𝑛𝑒,   @teschmacher.ᐟ   𝑔𝑜   𝑠𝑖𝑡   𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦   𝑓𝑜𝑟   𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟   𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒-𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑   𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑠.ᐟ ❜

𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 𝟏𝐗𝟎𝟏 & 𝟏𝐗𝟎𝟐,      always   accepting.  ↪       always feel welcome to continue asks into threads     !!

[teschmacher]

sometimes a bullet hits you instantly, but you're too in shock to process the pain. it's like your body is desperate to spare you from the agony. eve's pain, for the record, starts in the clenching of her jaw, but the heartbreak is most apparent in the way her eyes fill with devastation. she blubbers incoherent things, because in those fateful few seconds after noémie's wrath is unleashed, eve thinks she can salvage everything between them with a few clever words. she'd be so quick to forgive and even quicker to apologize. yet, noémie asks for neither. she asks for neither.

❛ i'm your girlfriend. ❜ eve sounds just as emotional, just as clingy, as noémie has accused her of being. her phone feels like an uncomfortable weight in her hands, and to avoid being just as ditzy too, she lowers it, dropping it onto the floor. she doesn't care if the screen shatters. maybe it'll save her the shame of having to look at herself in its camera ever again. ❛ don't you love me? ❜

it's a brave thing to ask, yet she's never felt more pathetic.

[s3xify]

[teschmacher]

i can't fix anybody. i've got my own shit.

there's nothing beautiful about a broken barbie.

eve can relate to the doll's flimsy plastic limbs, so easy to break with just one snap. what she can't relate to is the hollowness in barbie's chest. you can break her parts off, but at the end of the day, barbie doesn't have a heart. unfortunately, eve does. it's a heart that is faulty, one that bleeds out from the slightest poke. she really feels like noémie has reached inside her chest and torn out the essence of who she is. more than that, she did it carelessly, like eve is just a toy to be played with.

is there any other way to interpret what noémie is saying? desperately, eve grasps at a pathetic array of straws in her mind, eager to pretend that the comments aren't cutting. eager to be the barbie with the painted smile whose eyes are always dry. instead, she feels the tremble of her lip and the sting of tears. she's quicker, though, from years of gluing herself back together. she smiles, and it's lights, camera, action.

❛ you don't gotta fix me, ❜ she says. what she thinks is, god, i wish there wasn't anything about me you felt the need to fix. i wish who i am was exactly who you wanted me to be. eve presses her pout against noémie's cheek, the kiss making an exaggerated noise that she wonders if her girlfriend thinks is annoying. ❛ just tell me what you want me to do differently, and i will! ❜

at the last minute, she figures saying she promises would be too pathetic, even for her.

[teschmacher]

wow i wonder what the "E" stands for

[teschmacher]

❛  sounds  thrilling ,  doesn’t  it ?  ❜

it does sound thrilling, it really does! eve's interest almost feels childlike, with the way her eyes widen at everything bucky says, with the way her mouth shifts from smiles to gasps and everything in between. it's strange to be in the presence of a relic from the past, even stranger how she herself can almost feel how war has clasped around bucky and never really allowed him to shake it away.

questions explode in her mind, but there's one in particular she just has to know. so, eve leans in closer to bucky, like they're best friends and she's about to divulge to him the conspiracy theory of the century. ❛ okay. but were the girls as pretty then as we are now? ❜ translation: how does eve teschmacher compare to the women who lived and laughed decades ago?

[teschmacher]

pink and green for wicked? no, pink and green for @imperiouslex and me 👯‍♀️💅🏼

[teschmacher]

a wide spectrum of color swatches are scattered out across the coffee table (and the surrounding floor), with various heaps having been formed ranging from maybe to definitely not. mr. handsome dutifully holds the two current front-runners for the nursery: a soft sage green and a muted pink. " sir, " mercy says, appearing from the hallway, " dr. federov is requesting you come down to the lab. he says there's been a breakthrough and you'll want to see it. " Lex hums in acknowledgement, rising to his feet. he leans down to plant a kiss on eve's forehead before saying, " this won't take long. " then he leans down even further, blithely addressing her growing bump: " au revoir, luca! sois sage avec maman, papa reviendra bientôt. "

eve, respectfully, kind of doesn't give a fuck about dr. federov's discovery.

as her belly grows, stretching her skin and quite literally leaving marks, she's a little less concerned about the scheming that comes with being a luthor (fingers crossed, one day that'll be official!) and more obsessed with the part where she gets to bring another luthor into the world. a baby luthor. the first of its kind too-- a teschmacher-luthor!

there's a pout on her mouth when it becomes clear that lex is going to give his attention to dr. federov rather than finish the task of selecting a color scheme for the nursery. the pout is great in that it makes her lips look even more pillowy than usual, and better in that it conveys her disappointment more than words. she's about to comment that him leaving means she gets to decide for herself whether a sage green or muted pink is their winner, but all that disappointment is washed away when @imperiouslex leans down to speak french to the baby, their baby.

the language, already hot, is even sexier coming from lex's voice. the most exciting part, though, is when she feels that distinct jab against her stomach. it's so much more than a flutter, so much stronger, like the baby wants her to know, already, that they're going to live up to their last name. sure, it's less fun when the little miracle is kicking at her ribs at night, but she doesn't take a second of this for granted.

❛ hey... ❜ her voice is soft and layered in sweetness, like honey for the ears. she's not as sweet in pulling lex down, until he's fumbling on his knees, a comical way to dethrone the most powerful man in the world but her current knocked up status gives her rights to do things he'd normally snarl at. ❛ our baby. they love your voice. ❜

and it's true. eve yaps all day, but it's when lex's voice is cooing against her belly, that their baby really perks up. ❛ say something else. yeah? ❜ she requests, gripping at his wrist until he curves his palm against her baby bump. ❛ luca know you're their papa already. ❜

[teschmacher]

should i finally update my dash icon to this....but i'm so attached to my current one...

[optimism-blooms]

COSTA D'ANGELO as Alex & GRACE VAN PATTEN as LUCY ALBRIGHT in Tell Me Lies ( 2022 - 2026)

[teschmacher]

the dead don't talk. usually.

i'm freezing my ass off.

it's a sentiment that plays on a loop inside the ever-vibrant mind of one eve teschmacher. they're on a field trip of sorts, doing some charity event in gotham (and what is more charitable than offering her glamorous presence to the smelliest city in the world?). and eve really, truly believes the cold might bite into her skin and break her bones. that's happened before, right? even the weather in this city wants to sabotage a pretty girl like her.

so forgive her (or don't!) for frowning when oliver speaks. he clearly doesn't know, or doesn't understand, his audience.

❛ easy for you to say, buddy. you're not from new jersey! ❜ for the record, neither is eve, at least according to her trusty wikipedia page that she may or may not edit herself. hey, you should hear it from the source herself, right?