It's my power, I can call it what I want

clark kent rp blog, written by rain. [icon and header made by sereg0re]

[themanoftomorrow]

an indie, semi selective, low activity, attempt at an rp blog for clark kent. mixed canon, [smallville, comics, and my own headcanons] 18+ only. written and adored by rain.

a study in; hope springing eternal, running on sunlight, humanity in the inhuman, joy in the little things, a light in dark places, love overcoming all, not being able to save everyone but trying anyway

inspirations; smallville, my adventures with superman, superman (2023), superman; birthright

rules memes vibes

[ header, icon, and pinned banner made by @sereg0re ]

[themanoftomorrow]

what color is your love?

Orange; love as a home

You are the laughter bouncing off the walls of your friends apartment. Loving you is like loving a lifelong best friend. You naturally put people at ease, the warm summer breeze that sweeps through the screen door and carries the scent of freshly cut grass, heat, and a summer BBQ. Love is laughter, love is your medicine.

tagged by: technically i was tagged on my other blog by Psy tagging: anyone who wants it

[fuckyeahbroski]

TOM WELLING SMALLVILLE 5x16

[themanoftomorrow]

❛ you could have just told me the truth. ❜

lies, deceit, and villainy prompts | accepting

A soft, bitter laugh leaves him. "How could I without admitting to lying in the first place?" He can't get headaches, but he's picked up the habit of rubbing his temple anyway from watching his mother, Lois, and even Lex himself.

"If it means anything at all... I did want to. Many, many times. I think I tried rehearsing it in my head a thousand times. Something always got in the way and..." His hand drops to his side, and he looks at the man who was once his best friend. "It's no excuse, but I can't change it now. All I can do is say I'm sorry."

[themanoftomorrow]

"This is just too freaking much. I have PMS and everything." ((Max sdlfjds))

lisa frankenstien starters | accepting!

Honestly, not the worst TMI he's been told.

"I'm very sorry about that, Miss. If it helps anything at all, I also caught your camera for you." The arm not respectfully around her waist as he sets her on safe ground holds out the aforementioned camera, safe and whole. "It happens to a lot of journalists and photographers in this city. If you'd like to tell me your name, I'll put in a word for you at the Daily Planet with some of the folks I know there to help get those published."

[themanoftomorrow]

"I can never, ever talk about it. For personal and legal reasons, and I also pinkyswore." ((thecrimsonhelmet))

lisa frankenstien starters | accepting!

He's not going to roll his eyes.

He's not, because he's the full grown adult here.

He won't but it is so very tempting.

"Well, can't break a pinkyswear, that's serious business."

[hopsbyers]

clark kent → if the “🥹” emoji was a person

[caats]

[why-i-love-comics]

Superman: Man of Tomorrow #12 - “Superman’s Day Off” (2020)

written by Robert Venditti art by Scott Hepburn & Ian Herring

[mischiefandspirits]

[twitch-lawliet]

@wearepaladin

[authorjessowen]

“Those charged with the weight of the world would never wish it on another.”

[aranock]

This is lovely and exactly why I like Superman. Its so important that it starts the sequence with just getting a cat out of the tree, that this act of kindness is placed in line with all the other things. That kindness and helping people can inspire the same from those people.

[invisiblelad]

I have always joked that it’s hard to write good Superman stories but you know them when you see them…

[themanoftomorrow]

𝙏𝙔𝙋𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝙋𝙀𝙊𝙋𝙇𝙀  :   𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎

RULES: bold what applies - italicize sometimes. Repost, don’t reblog !

𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎 - true romantic, loving the classics, pricked fingers, perfect makeup done to impress, bruises easily, beloved but unknown, soul as old as time, overused and under-appreciated.

𝘿𝘼𝙄𝙎𝙄𝙀𝙎 - clean linens, youthful naivety, family, wide open spaces, running barefoot, moving towards instead of away, trying to forget about death, sun blindness.

𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎  - standing tall, strong roots, a home to always return to, warm summer air, holding onto lost hope, belief in growth, painted overalls, split ends.

𝘽𝙇𝙐𝙀𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙎 - the end of spring, determination for the truth, cold and cautious, moonlight on windowsills, the taste of ice, unnecessary shyness, quiet belief in the extraordinary, complicated morals.

𝘿𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙇𝙎 - mom friend, sweets, the smell of baking, riverbanks, leaving behind a toxic situation, being happy with your reflection, believing in luck, moving in a pack.

𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙀𝙎 -  sour candies, unappreciated elegance, valour, crystals projecting rainbows on white walls, unintended organization, old royalty, refusal to bow, learning a new language for the fun of it.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙎 -  secret poison, perfect handwriting, crisp consonants, pressed and ironed sheets, open windows, infinite persistence, thick skin, colder hands.

𝙇𝙄𝙇𝘼𝘾 - fleeting and fair, strong but delicate, radiating good vibes, the beauty of falling apart, the joy in being scattered, soft fabrics, whirlwind romance, keeping the door open.

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[normaltothemax]

He moves slowly. Treats her like she is some delicate, frightened, little child. She is not. She has never been a child, only a weapon. That only became more true when she made a man stop. When she made him confused, startled, afraid, afraid, afraid, and then nothing at all. But she knows far better than to protest or show her distaste for the way someone treats her. So she stays where she is and she lets him approach, all while watching for the slightest hint that his demeanour might change.

As he removes her make-do bandage, as he cleans and disinfects and rebandages her wound, she remains still and silent. Doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t tense or flinch. Merely sits there and swallows down the pain and discomfort she feels, her expression blank and empty the entire time.

She knows better than to show weakness, too.

His hands are surprisingly gentle. Nothing impatient or rough about the way he touches her. Still treating her as though she is delicate. As though she’s not a weapon. She supposes he must not know. How could he, if he isn’t one of her father’s men? He must truly think she is some young, injured child. Someone in need of protecting, instead of someone others need protecting from. She wonders if his hands would be as gentle if he knew the truth.

Again, he starts making motions with his hands, as if trying to act out the meaning of his mouth sounds. Again, she only understands some of them. But his body speaks loudly enough for her to get the gist of it: he wants her to stay. Says help, safe, protect. She shouldn’t stay. Staying only puts him in danger. If she is found, if he intervenes, he will be killed without hesitation. He might be killed even if he doesn’t try to protect her unnecessarily.

But she’s so tired. The adrenaline of waking up thinking she’s been found, mixed with the warmth of the building and the fullness of her belly is all making it hard to keep her eyes open. He says safe, and she wants to believe him so very badly. Perhaps it would be smart to do as he wants, just for the night. Sleep where he wants her to sleep so that he lets her stay, because she won’t be able to protect him against her father’s men if she’s too tired to stand.

Carefully, so as not to jostle her injuries too badly, but still graceful as a dancer, she rises to her feet. Looks up to where he pointed, before back at him. She grabs the bag and small pile of clothing from the floor, since he seems to want her to take them, and stares at him expectantly, waiting for him to show her where he wants her to go.

[themanoftomorrow]

She is far too quiet and stoic as he helps her. Even Clark's mother, even Bruce, have always expressed at least a hiss, a momentary flinch, something when it comes to having a wound cleaned. Even Lex years back when they were friends, who Clark now understands had a father who worked to grind any and every human display of emotion, especially expressing pain, would briefly wince when he was hurt.

He does a quick scan one more time just to be sure that she doesn't have some kind of condition where her pain receptors don't work, and that no major nerve endings have been severed some time in the past or something. But no, the electrical signals are firing like normal. The implications are horrifically heavy to even begin to imagine, so for now Clark doesn't.

The important thing is she is here, and he can help now.

This happens at internal super speed, as he follows her cue of scooping up the things offered and looks at him to lead the way. "This way." He tilts his head towards the stairs and starts to go up, keeping an eye on her just in case the injury causes her any discomfort. Same steady, slow pace both for her to be able to watch him and so she doesn't push herself to keep up, letting her control the amount of distance between them.

He steps to the couch, shaking out the old but comfortable blanket that lays on it for her, then steps back, hands out in invitation for her to take it. "You can stay as long as you like."

[wastemaiden]

forget who’s the top or bottom, which one of you is nursing a fresh bite-sized wound and which one of you is licking the blood off your teeth

[jetslay]

Superman/Clark Kent & Lois Lane by Jorge Jimenez.

[thebatcreature]

How can some people hate Superman I don't understand. like sorry for being so kind and caring and smart and hot and having perfect huge tits wow can I please bury my face in there... I'm sorry what was I saying

[comickergirl]

I’ve had Sailor Moon on in the background all week while I work, so when I saw Clark’s magical girl transformation on My Adventures With Superman I was like, ‘yep, time for a quick style mashup.’ XD

[comicsclois]

Action Comics #1064

[jetslay]

Smallville by Steffany Rodriguez.