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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED .

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THIS BLOG IS NOW ARCHIVED .

#i'm setting up lois somewhere else >:) #will be slow tho bc i need to get graphics commissioned !

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#is it time for me to reboot ??? #is it ???

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quick question to you … i’m gonna reboot ms lois and i just wanted to ask people’s thoughts on a fc !!!

#amy still seems like the popular choice #v interesting !!! #have ur say peeps !

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quick question to you … i’m gonna reboot ms lois and i just wanted to ask people’s thoughts on a fc !!!

#any suggestions will be greatly welcomed !!! #thank u for all your patience guys !!! #i love u all so much

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who is ready for a lois comeback ??? 👀

#i've been deep in the dw and torchwood fandom rn #i miss my reporter bitch #but probably gonna move to another blog #something small

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i’m all good !! just taking a lil breaky break from lois atm … muse just decided to go vanish ! i will be back soon ! 💕🩷 be kind to yourselves !

#i miss this reporter bitch #i just gotta ride this wave atm #she’s in my head somewhere …

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eyelids flicker once again , clutching her son's hand . palms sweaty . groaning and wincing as she tried to maneuver her frame . violet orbs slightly faded . ❛ right , right . . . you're super . ❜ weakly smiling .

watching his features tighten , she looks down . a spectacle of gore , panicking . jolting her body . ( there better be a goddamn good obituary . ) mind blanking , memories fading in and out of her brain . there's a fuzz that clouds her . everything is incoherent . ringing pulses through her eardrums . another groan clutches her vocal chord . hoarse .

❛ clark . . . where's your father ? ❜ whispering . features growing pale . ❛ the only thing broken is my pride . ❜

is he okay ? is he okay ? jon lets out these shuddering set of wet laugh, nodding his head slowly. ❛ y -- yeah. not a scratch on me, m-mom, you know this, but y-you — ❜

there's blood. so much blood. jon activates his x-ray, trying to find the source. his jaw is tight, his hand finds mom's, and he squeezes there - whether to comfort her or himself, jon isn't so sure. he feels like a little kid again somehow, out of his depth and small in his own skin. like nothing he does will ever be quite enough.

❛ you're gonna be okay, mom. can you- does anything hurt ? i can't see anything broken on my end. ❜

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : forgaeven . ( jon kent . ) #⸻🪐 ARC : COMIC . it's not wrong if it's the truth . #omg this is pulling at my heartstrings !!! #poor jon !!! #it's okay lois is a tough cookie

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like this for something small !

#look at me trying to write !!! #capping at 10 probs #i WILL DO IT THIS TIME !!! #⸻🪐 STARTER CALL : answer the question .

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@kryptonshope - kingdom come based starter .

each day she walks past the superman monument . each day she's reminded of his demise . every single day she looks up at the sky , aching for a glimpse of red and blue . she remembers his scream that rippled through the city . clutching the remnants of his cape . crying out as life left his body . stained with his blood . a story that lasted years , breaking news of the century . SUPERMAN DEAD . slaughtered at the hands of doomsday . despite the pain , it's been years since superman roamed the sky . the city began to breathe again . life continued . the world still turned . yet the loss of a love is too hard to bear . too hard to process .

each day , she takes a moment . commemorating his success . he saved the world one last time . and after a public display of grief for the hero . in private , she grieved the loss of a man she loved . taking a breath , the sun breaks through the skyline . promising a better today . a brighter tomorrow . adjusting the satchel on her shoulder , weighing her down . reminders of superman were everywhere , but the reminders of clark were non-existent outside her apartment .

the city felt distant . almost too quiet , as if it was marking respect for her fallen hero . the immigrant from the stars .

but then . . . there's a familiar voice . perhaps her mind still not letting him go . a cruel trick . slowly tilting her head to the sky . a halo of sunlight blazing around his frame . SUPERMAN ! her heart races . her brow quivers . pulse throbbing . how is this possible ? he's been dead for a number of years now . she was there . the superman substitutes that took his place were easily foiled . but he looks different . not her clark . but very much like him . obscure .

taking a deep breath , steading herself . how was this possible ? a question already spinning through her brain . he's dead . a miracle of the heavens . she's still . shaken . amethyst orbs fixated to the frame hovering in the sky . ❛ clark ? ❜ a mere shaken whisper . her lungs working overtime . chest expands and contracts . overcome with emotion . how did he just appear out of thin air ? he's superman . sent from the heavens to save a tiny rock suspended in the depths of space . his loss rippled through to the core . the corners of the world had stopped for a moment . trapped in time as unspeakable events unfolded .

static . frozen like a photograph . lois begins to wonder if this is a dream , a dream she thought she had finished . she tried not to picture his face . but he looks older . sad . lost . a step forward , she needs to get a closer look . a shaky breath escapes her lungs . trying to process the image before her . the phantom of the past . she remembers his last words to her . the day that superman died .

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : kryptonshope . #⸻🪐 ARC : COMIC . kingdom come . ( elseworlds ) #here is this absolute trainwreck of a starter !!!

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grinning like a fool , she couldn't help it when she's around him . popcorn almost spilling onto the rug beneath them , always causing a mess . she's content in his presence . but she still thinks it's alarming that he's questing the classic that involves dinosaurs and jeff goldblum . he's such a nerd , he should love this sort of stuff .

❛ honey , i'm always right . ❜ sticking out her tongue as he moves his features into her ear . the balance of their relationship , it's delicate but it's built on mutual respect . that's why they work , despite their worlds and their backgrounds . . . they understand each other . ❛ you're such a baby , children of the corn wasn't even that scary ! ❜ she chose it because of the title . reminding him of his kansas roots , but it heavily backfired . turning to face him , violet hues lost in the sea of his eyes . ❛ unless the world is about to implode , you are not missing a second of this masterpiece . i've already threatened bruce not to call . ❜

it's not hard to tune out the world when she is in his arms. clark's not one to put much stock in fate, but how is it he got to have her? maybe there are other gods than the one that holds her in his lap, those that roll the die to connect hearts. his booming laughter shakes them both as a hand grabs at a handful of popcorn.

" you're right , you're right! " clark nuzzles his features into her ear, laughing alongside her. ( he is trying to be pleasantly annoying, lois, but it's truly just to get more of you in his senses, the smell of your skin and hair, taste of your sweat. ) " I kept waiting for the jump scares so i was tense the entire movie! you were close to losing movie night picks! " he's lying , of course - lois could say the world and have the world. anything she want , she gets. " you know, i've never seen jurassic park without being interrupted and missing parts . "

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : kryptonshope . #⸻🪐 ARC : DCEU . something darker . ( beyond ) #he's such a babygirl #ABSOLUTE KING WE STAN #but they're so cute !!!

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the vespertilian man has taken her love's place as atlas . the titan holding the heavens from crashing into the earth . condemned for eternity , bearing the weight of those lost . those we can no longer see , hear or touch . his eyes weighted . the nightmares that plague his mind have merged into her world . creatures of the night now invaded her home . the sanctuary she had with a god from the stars . he's on her lips . a sweetness laced with poison . tainted . they've hit their course , destined for doom .

their hearts in tandem , thudding in a familiar rhythm . a rhythm she's not felt for a long time . she clings to him because he's the last remnant of clark . the last remnant of the man she loves . in his grasp , she melts . not out of love or lust , but the ache of loneliness . the grip of grief had entwined them , slowly they would become one . bruce is more than a shadow , she sees that now . he's a child in pain . a man aching for the love of his parents . the one simple thing bruce could never have .

the air is still . tense . an anticipation building , thickening the air that filled their lungs . making it harder to breathe . making it harder to break away from one another .

fearful , she struggles to look at the sky now . shame flooding her veins after the betrayal that is still fresh on her lips . the plea of desperation still wet on her tongue . perhaps she's changed now . she becomes eve . deciding to take a bite of the forbidden fruit , tempted by a snake hidden in plain sight . she's cast out . forgoing another path , a darker path . she needs the protection of his wings , however demonic . shielded from the judgements of heaven .

his hazel eyes watching her . an intent is clear within them . he's met with a fading amethyst , like he had used his fangs to draw the blood from her veins . making her like him . yet , his touch is tender . delicate . she knows what his hands have done . how much blood has been spilled by them . almost melting into his fingers . the longing to be loved again . even in death . she becomes the gateway for the fallen angel . allowing his unimaginable horrors into her world .

closing her eyes for a moment , painted red by the tears she had shed . a single droplet ; filled with the conclusion of the death of her beloved . it falls down porcelain features . on the verge of splintering . clark's lifeless features pressed on her brain , imprinting forever . the hope he had given her had gone .

he's closer , pulling her in . almost like she submits to the shadows . to his world of monsters . the life away from the sun . she can no longer look to the sky for hope , for now she looks for the remains of clark in his soul . he's changed . she begins to find peace with nightfall .

he responds to her plea . almost too quickly almost like he'd been waiting for this . almost like it was part of a cruel fate . but it's not what she wants . he's not what she wants . the shame grows . the tainted lips that both still lingered inches apart . she needs to pull away . she needs to tell him to go . but lois does not . she can't .

clouds bubble of grey and black . the sun suddenly withdraws from her apartment , as if clark had officially left . he's gone . the heavens open . a familiar sound of rain that hits the window panes , tears of the fallen god .

his fingers move to the nape of her neck , she looks away . almost going limp in his arms . unresponsive . lois doesn't smile , nor acknowledge his response . their bodies closer now , she peers out into the city . watching the storm that they are now in the eye of .

❛ it's been like this everyday since he died . ❜ how dare she mumbles his name . his existence . lips poisoned by their union .

The world has been loud for as long as he remembers. Wild and deafening to his ears. Always a plea in the peripheral. A cry in the back of his head. A ghost howling in his nightmares. It’s the first time in a long time he’s known quiet. The first time in a long time when he’s felt peace against the lips of someone else; where the walls don’t quite feel like they’re caving in on him and the words of a ghost are more promise than a warning. 

There’s only the sound of a ticking clock, a pipe leaking from the bathroom, the faint honks and sirens of burning tires outside on the street. But the most prominent sound of it all is Lois’ heartbeat. Heavy against his own. Chest pressed against each other. His calloused fingers melted to the shape of her spine and her hips. Holding her more firmly against him. Caging her against him almost as if she might flee or disappear on him in a spark, too much like his nightmares. 

( Or his premonitions. )

The room is quiet save for their breaths and the soft but rapid brushes of hands against garments that are too hot for this room. 

His practiced fingers eager to tug and pull and rip. Too familiar with urgency and desperation he’s nearly forgotten what it is to swim with the current and not against the riptide that he has to hold his breath when they come up for air. 

Staring down at her with one hand now framing her cheek and his thumb tracing along her jaw, waiting, anticipating what’s next. A new unknown as unfamiliar to him as relief from grief and something just as terrifying when what’s brought them together could just as easily rip them apart. 

She’s braver than him. More intrepid. More headstrong. More familiar with the beating organ in her chest than he was with his own. And he’s felt it die and come back to life so many times in the twenty years against an unwinnable war. And he only feels how delicate it is now with her plea. 

How can LIFE - so vast and so complex in its accomplishment - rely so easily on a muscle that constricts in his chest in the moment he’s nearly forgotten he could exhale. 

“ Of course, “  he murmured; quietly chasing after her. As if an inch of a width is too much. As if proximity to her could only bring him more comfort, more confidence, more faith in the fallacy of the moment ─ whatever short lived hope has come to live tonight.

A new secret.  Another surreptitious moment snuck into the foreground. Just one more underhanded confusion that perhaps in the light of day they might be able to deny. 

 “ Anything you need. “ He added in a more careful whisper. Fingers moving to cradle the nape of her neck, draw her closer again. Hold her within him if possible and hide her from the peering of the sky. 

Whatever stays in the shadow, after all, usually could not survive the light of day. 

#⸻ 🪐 SOURCE : knightwar . #⸻ 🪐 ARC : DCEU . i just miss him . ( zsjl . ) #oh i really overdid it with the religious imagery here #but FUCK #thEY ARE ON FIRE #EEEK !!!

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burying her frame into the warmth of his body . melting into the fabric of the sofa , this was about them tonight . the world could wait . bruce was on standby , diana was around and the rest of the league were on alert . tonight lois and clark could spend time together , just like they deserved . finally . her laptop closed . work pushed into the back of her mind .

reading the back of the dvd cover , frowning . his voice slides into her ear like a symphony . lips curve , softening her body . leaning across him , scooping a handful of popcorn and shoving it in her mouth . crunching loudly . ❛ um . . . it's jurassic park , a classic ! ❜ speaking with a mouthful of popcorn . almost speaking with shock , nearly rolling her eyes . she forgets that she's with a farmboy , who spent his days with the corn rather than going to the movies or watching tv . gulping . ❛ it was either this or the shining . . . and i know how you are with scary movies . ❜

It was the largest box of popcorn he could find at the store and the largest bowl he owns holds at least two of the bags. An arm is thrown over her shoulders, less than subtly pulling @pu1itzer into his chest. Movie night is one of his favorites. Moments when the world has to wait and Lois is all his mind thinks about. "What's this one about?"

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : kryptonshope . #⸻🪐 ARC : DCEU . something darker . ( beyond ) #eeeee i love them #sorry my words got away from me !!! #and i'm late !!!

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❛ uh huh - oh ! no ! - wait , listen . . . i got nothing . what can i say ? i'm intellectually curious and you should know by now that i'm married to my work . . . and clark . fine , no more questions . i promise . ❜

@pu1itzer liked for a short thing !

❛ well ... i mean its practically the same thing when you really look at it. kind of just a change in uniform , you know .... wait a minute. are ... are you interviewing me ? RIGHT NOW ? you told me that you called me for girl's night out , and you're still in WORK MODE ? you are something else , woman. you know that ? ❜

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : fearpowered . #⸻🪐 ARC : COMIC . it's not wrong if it's the truth . #omfg i love them sm #lois is such a fuckin nosy bitch

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me reading my writing !!! i always do this , watch me in many years time read it back and be like "oh this is not bad!" GOD I HATE THIS !!! INSECURITY INBOUND UUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH !! also i got the sunday scaries about work tomorrow !

#⸻🪐 OUT OF CHARACTER : behind the byline . #i'M A MESS #ALSO MAKE SURE U LOVE YOURSELF TODAY #DRINK WATER #TAKE A SHOWER #EAT SOMETHING FRUITY !!!

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the world is so different . it had been for a long time . she has a family now . living on the farm , away from metropolis . clark has a team , he feels a sense of belonging . and jon , well , having a child go missing for three weeks and come back nearly ten years older . . . that was hard to deal with . time in space was hard to deal with . a crashing ship was hard to deal with . the king of atlantis at the doorstep , this feeling of excitement never got tiresome or felt the same . ❛ you seriously thought bruce would let us throw a party at the farm ? ❜ raising a brow . the door moves more ajar , allowing him to step inside . she's heard clark talk of the wonders under the surface . atlantis . the marine life . the atlanteans . shaking her head , smiling . ❛ top tip : when clark lies , his bottom lip quivers . . . he's actually a really bad liar . ❜

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INTRIGUE  BRACED  ARMS  IN  A  FOLD  AGAINST  CHEST  ,  usual  scaled  vest  replaced  by  cotton  shirt  appropriate  for  the  occasion.  The  address  promised  to  host  a  TEAM  CELEBRATION  ,  yet  silence  ruled  the  Kent  farm  when  he  arrived  ,  the  opposite  of  the  noise  dignified  of  the  expected  party  .  Brows  assume  a  curve  at  the  sight  of  the  reporter  opening  the  door  ,  confused  gaze  glancing  behind  her  before  returning  with  a  dull  sigh  .  He  should  have  suspected  that  as  soon  as  the  invite  did  NOT  come  from  Gotham  .  “  hello ,  lois  .  let  me  guess  ,  there's  no  j.ustice  l.eague  celebration  happening  here  ”

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : coastode . #⸻🪐 ARC : COMIC . it's not wrong if it's the truth . #omg i love it #though lois is gonna have to tell him all of clark's secrets #and bruce's because she's messy as hell

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there's conflict of interest , covering the man she loves . since half the city was flattened by general zod , the senate set up a committee to hold him to account . . . which they didn't need to do . he saved the world . she saw it . she experienced it . she wrote about it . a political storm was brewing in washington and perry wanted one of his best out there to report the facts . more like a public witch hunt . the silence starts to become uncomfortable . but they both had jobs . both had goals . the committees were bipartisan , all eyes were on metropolis , the capitol and him .

amethyst orbs fixate on the coffee mug , watching the steam disappear . brow raising as his laugh breaks the tension . ❛ that doesn't mean literally sometimes . . . i think it's cheating . or you're playing some kind of competition with me . ❜ a chuckle escaped her lips . soft and gentle . snatching a piece of the omelette and wolfing it like she was running out of time . like she was late . chewing loudly . he's such a good cook , she relies on takeout all the time . although she can cook a chicken soup . . . it's just not good . scratch that . she's a terrible cook , including the soup .

gulping a swig of coffee . they need to leave for work in the next twenty minutes and she's a hot mess . pushing herself from the bar . a spring in her step , stopping behind him . she wraps her arms around his neck . her chin resting on his shoulder . ❛ you don't need to be there , it's only the preliminary hearing . ❜ she could feel the tenseness trickle through his muscles . her voice was soft , only audible to him . lips planting on his cheek .

❛ i love you . ❜ a reassuring whisper in his ear , she takes a gentle squeeze of his skin . violet hues flicker to watch him as he reaches for her mug . she feigns shock in her features . ❛ oh wow , wait for this headline : superman steals coffee from a tired and innocent woman ! ❜ smirking . throwing their attention to the here and now . this moment . the two of them together . poking him in the back , hoping for some kind of reaction . ❛ who will save her now ? the shock ! the scandal ! ❜

his heart drops like an anchor. it's one thing to be on trial for the goodness you try to bring into the world, but another to have your loved ones witness the descent. he could just not go, but it was not in clark's nature to ignore a call for accountability. those who should be watching themselves are too busy dissecting the unknown, looking for weakness in the armor of the superman. this is what his father meant. the world is not ready for you, son. your heart is too big for them to fathom.

later, he owes a call to his mother. when the organ in his chest is too heavy, he can always count on her. the women in his life, he thinks, are his greatest strength. that includes lois. ' thank you ' he once said. ' for believing in me. '

" you know how it is, lo. they say write what you know. " he laughs and swallows his coffee in great gulps, knowing damn well it does little for his energy. it's these human things, a beer here and there, a sip of coffee, seeing her in a smallville sports t-shirt that he used to wear on the farm. he couldn't handle seeing her take it off. lois has claimed the shirt just as she's claimed him, a bullet proof vest in the shape of a man. how is it that there is so much violence? when all he wants to do is love. she's his safety. his home away from home away from home.

" i'll be there. " he tells himself he hasn't decided, but clark knows the hidden truth. " i wish i could take you with me. no one would second guess the lois lane. " the smile returns and his hand slowly creeps toward her coffee mug as if to steal it for himself. perry was too busy crushing the story about the bat - the only words clark felt like writing. shouting. carving onto billboards to get his point across. sports meant so little now.

#⸻🪐 SOURCE : kryptonshope . #⸻🪐 ARC : DCEU . this means something . ( bvs ) #pls i write like garbage !!!