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brungeons-and-bragons · 8 months
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Bitches will be like “my ship just got confirmed” and then show you a single low-res frame of ambiguous origin where the characters walk out of a room together. It’s me. I am bitches.
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fanfictionroxs · 8 months
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Evil straight men in fiction are boring. I mean, there's nothing new about them. They're everywhere in real life too so like.. where's the fun in that? Evil gay men on the other hand? ohohoho chef's KISS. Let me see you with that homoerotic tension with your enemy. Watch me cheer as you try to kill him, but then turn around and murder anyone who lays a hand on him. Yeah you attic husband the shit out of him you crazy bastard you! Basically, watching men being toxic towards each other is far more fun than watching men being toxic towards women because the former is the perfect package of horny + true love + evil cat while the latter is just... reality. If I wanted reality, WHY would I even be here lol
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queen-of-hobgobblers · 6 months
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Excuse me sir, that's my emotional support toxic fictional ship
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endiness · 8 months
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chessariusrex · 8 months
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☆゚⁠.⁠*⁠・⁠。゚They are talking about boys ☆゚⁠.⁠*⁠・⁠。゚
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Wanted to practice atmosphere too.
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fifiophobia · 11 months
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What divorce does do a superhero
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suzukiblu · 1 month
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If you feel up for it, for the writing meme prompt, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, with the song You And Me by Lifehouse? If it's not your thing I totally get it though and hope you have a great time and fun writing the things that do catch your fancy!
I think we ALL knew that I was gonna do baby Kon for this, lbr. Also ngl, this came out way more cracky than the prompt would suggest it should've but it is absolutely my favorite thing I’ve written for this meme so far, as the necessity for the following cut should help attest, haha.
Unfortunately, Lex takes one look at Cadmus’s progress report on the newly-crafted Experiment Thirteen and realizes he has paternal instincts. 
Well, that’s inconvenient. And a little disgusting, honestly. Certainly a disappointment. 
He supposes it could be worse. He could be Lionel about this. 
Anyway, that’s how he has a physiological four year-old on his lap when he hears the news about Superman coming back to life and fistfighting an evil cyborg with his own face about it, because of course the man didn’t have the decency to just stay dead. Why would he, after all? 
Lex needs a drink. That would be a bad example for the physiological four year-old, though. 
Then again, Experiment Thirteen should be completely immune to the effects of Earth-based alcohol in about another four to six months of consistent yellow sun exposure, so . . . 
Lex is halfway through his second brandy when Superman shows up on his balcony at super-speed wearing a very pretentiously dramatic black suit and looking both winded and bewildered. And still alive, unfortunately. 
“Don’t you have a murderous cyborg to be ensuring is in custody?” Lex asks dryly, deciding to just not acknowledge the presence of the physiological four year-old who’s moved on to messily but methodically coloring on the floor underneath his desk. Lex didn’t actually give Experiment Thirteen either a coloring book or crayons, mind, but he appreciates the clone’s resourcefulness in breaking into the office supplies. Anyway, it’s useful for developing its hand-eye coordination and fine motor control. 
Superman’s pupils are pin-pricks, barely even there at all. Which is an unusual reaction from him, and Lex notes that fact reflexively but doesn’t particularly care about it. Meant-to-be-dead people do unusual things, especially the alien ones. And it isn’t as if–
“Baby,” Superman blurts, his eyes wide. 
Lex . . . pauses. Takes a slow sip of his brandy. 
Alright then. 
“Yes, I’ve noticed,” he settles on eventually, raising an eyebrow at him. Experiment Thirteen peers out from under the desk, immediately decides Superman isn’t an interesting presence, and then goes back to coloring all over Lex’s floor. It seems to be drawing either a puppy or a chain of complex genetic sequencing, but judging by the kinds of things it’s been drawing so far, it’s fifty-fifty. Lex has been getting the impression the clone actually likes art, which is a baffling interest to find in his own progeny, but how does that quote go . . . “I am a warrior, so that my son may be a merchant, so that his son may be a poet”? 
Or something like that, anyway. 
“No, I–baby,” Superman stresses, looking bewildered as he floats down a little closer to the open balcony door. 
“. . . yes, I’ve noticed,” Lex repeats, raising his eyebrow again and taking another sip of brandy. Superman looks frazzled, bobbing up a little higher in the air again to get a better view of Experiment Thirteen under the desk. Experiment Thirteen keeps ignoring him in favor of its coloring, displaying no apparent interest in the most powerful uninvited guest in the history of illegal immigration. Lex experiences a moment of overwhelming paternal pride, which is such a bizarre and unanticipated experience that he doesn’t even know what to do with it. 
“Where’d he come from?” Superman asks with a wondering expression. Ugh.
“A cloning lab,” Lex replies dismissively, setting his near-empty glass down on the desk. It’s hardly worth lying about Experiment Thirteen’s origins at this point. He didn’t want to murder everyone in Cadmus to keep the secret. He might need them if there’s an issue with Experiment Thirteen’s genetics later, after all. “We mixed it up a couple weeks ago while you were off wasting everyone’s time being dead."
“You had my baby?” Superman says, tilting in the air and still staring at Experiment Thirteen, as if he's somehow forgotten both how much kryptonite Lex owns and how much kryptonite he keeps specifically in this office. “While I was dead. You had my baby while I was dead.” 
. . . alright then, Lex thinks again, both eyebrows raising this time. 
“I really wouldn’t put it that way, personally,” he says. “Also, I don’t recall saying it was in any way yours.”
“Baby,” Superman repeats inanely, then lands on the floor and ducks down into a crouch to peer under the desk better, his pupils still reduced to barely-there pinpricks. Lex is so mystified he doesn't even activate the security system or the weaponized red sun lamps. Experiment Thirteen frowns at Superman–Lex, again, basks in unanticipated paternal pride–and then turns its back on him and hides all its drawings from him as seriously and carefully as if they were under NDA. 
It's almost adorable, frankly. 
Not that Lex finds things adorable, of course. 
“His heartbeat's so cute,” Superman says, looking absolutely fascinated. Which is surprisingly useful of him to mention, actually, since Lex had previously been vaguely concerned that Experiment Thirteen's odd thrumming heartbeat might be a sign of a heart defect, but apparently it’s just a Kryptonian thing. A . . . “cute” Kryptonian thing, according to Superman. 
Lex is increasingly mystified by this interaction. 
“Can’t say I’ve spent much time listening to it, personally,” he lies, because he has in fact obsessed over that heartbeat’s health and stability since first finding out about its unusualness and has done a truly aggravating amount of research into heart murmurs and conditions and the like. But that’s hardly Superman’s business, now is it. 
“. . . what’s his name?” Superman asks hesitantly. Lex is possibly having an out of body experience. 
“Experiment Thirteen,” he says. Superman immediately looks offended. 
“We need to give him a name, Lex,” he says. Lex, again, has an out of body experience. 
“‘We’?” he repeats incredulously. “I made it, I get to decide what it’s called.” 
“He’s got my DNA!” Superman protests, looking indignant. Lex has absolutely no idea how to process that expression. 
“It has both our DNA, in fact, yours was too irritating to stabilize alone,” Lex informs him dubiously. More accurately it was literally impossible to stabilize alone, but he’s not mentioning that to Superman. “So it has my DNA, and I made it. And also put eight point two billion dollars into its production, as a lowball estimate. Therefore I’m the one who decides what its name is, thank you very much.” 
“Lex,” Superman says disapprovingly. “You can’t call a baby Experiment Thirteen.” 
“It’s physiologically developed enough to complain if it doesn’t like it,” Lex retorts, narrowing his eyes at him. Superman frowns at him. Lex has never had a more ridiculous conversation with the man, including all the times Superman’s tried to appeal to his nonexistent “better nature”. “Well it is.” 
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Superman says, then ducks back down and peers at Experiment Thirteen again, gentling his voice to address it while Lex is still incredulously mouthing “ridiculous”? to himself. “Would you like a real name, kiddo?” 
Experiment Thirteen sticks its tongue out at him. 
Lex is finding parenthood to be a very rewarding experience, actually. 
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Have you heard of our Lord and Savior, Chloe Sullivan going 'Clex? Canon'
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sandersgrey · 1 year
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"no homo" can only carry you until your ummmmm third cloning attempt i think. after that youre on your own
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lexkent · 2 months
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Lex helping others with medical care
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mcuxhp777 · 1 month
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"Oh, you don't wanna be my best friend? Fuck you, now we're enemies for life"
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I was talking about this with a friend the other day, but I've decided to incorporate it into my view of canon.
If a character is queer in one canon, to me, they are in every version.
Leonard Snart is queer in Arrowverse? Congratulations, he is in the comics too now. Dick Grayson is bi in the Gotham Knights franchise? He is everywhere else now. Kal and Lex are gay on Earth 32? Beetle and Booster are in TTG? Bart Allen is on YJ? Guess what! They are everywhere now.
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hiero-green · 27 days
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SMALLVILLE CLEX FANDOM ALIVE AND KICKING !!!
This was commissioned by @rainwasheseverythingaway for @luthwhore as a bit of a companion piece to the one she commissioned a few months back and, naturally, I’ll never say no to Clex lol. Shy first kisses and bi realisations >>>>>
I’m really happy with how this turned out!! it was my first time drawing the barn and i hope i captured the warmth and coziness of it :3
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lentendays · 9 months
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I'm sorry are you saying bald Zuckermusk Trumpesoz does NOT reflect modern villainy?
EDIT: I'm glad Lex isn't in this too soon, because then all the focus would definitely go to him! And other characters deserve a chance to shine (anime twink Slade is giving me life I can't stop laughing at him.) But the Amazo-tech-bro villain in Ep 4 proves that "Lex Luthor not reflecting modern villainy" is BS lmaoo. Looking forward to LL whenever he shows up.
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clownprince · 10 months
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outsiders (2003) #3
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action comics (2016) #1050
this is the exact same scene and it's so fucking funny. lex can dish it out but he can't take it LMFAO
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chessariusrex · 8 months
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@luthwhore thank you for giving me Elliot S. Maggins!!!!!!!!
@clarklexlois hdjdjdjdjdjdjddj, I am so sorry quoted the wrong person. It was you who said this, thanks for the idea.
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