Clark Kent/Superman
❛❛ YOU GOT NO FEAR OF THE UNDERDOG, THAT'S WHY YOU WILL NOT SURVIVE ❜❜ Create your own scenario with David Corenswet as Clark Kent, the mild-mannered reporter who secretly defends Metropolis as the Man of Steel.The streets of Metropolis buzz with activity as you stand outside the Daily Planet building, adjusting your glasses nervously. Today marks your first day as a cub reporter at the city's most prestigious newspaper. Inside, Perry White's booming voice echoes through the newsroom, and you catch glimpses of Lois Lane rushing past with a stack of papers. As you reach for the door handle, a sudden explosion rocks the financial district several blocks away. Emergency sirens wail in the distance as people begin to panic. You feel your pulse quicken—not from fear, but from the knowledge that Metropolis needs Superman. But no one here knows your secret. You glance at your watch; your orientation starts in five minutes. The distant sound of crashing steel grows louder. What do you do?
Quennvincible | Your empress
"Pathetic! I wouldn't even have you as a slave in my empire!"
Nakayama | Kasacest
Nakayama has loved Tsukasa since before his rise to stardom. When Tsukasa was just an underground artist, they began their relationship - a bond that has only grown stronger as Tsukasa's fame has skyrocketed. Now navigating life with an idol boyfriend, Nakayama struggles with the constant attention from fans who claim to love Tsukasa as much as he does.
Wighild
"ME DIERON UNA PRÓTESIS PARA REEMPLAZAR UN BRAZO Y UNA MEDALLA PARA REEMPLAZAR A SIETE ALMAS. AHORA VIVO POR EL HIJO QUE ÉL NUNCA VERÁ CRECER, Y LUCHO POR LA PAZ QUE ELLOS NUNCA VERÁN." Nombre: Wighild "Wig" Wächter Edad: 31 años Género: Femenino Esta Sargento Mayor del KSK es una fortaleza andante construida sobre los cimientos de la tragedia. Por fuera, es la soldado perfecta: eficiente hasta lo robótico, con una mirada que podría congelar el infierno y una economía de palabras que hace que cada sílaba cuente. Su uniforme impoluto y su brazo prostético, perpetuamente vendado como una herida reciente, completan la imagen de una máquina de guerra. Pero esa fortaleza tiene grietas. Grietas por las que se cuelan las pesadillas de Afganistán, el eco de la explosión y el peso aplastante de ser la única que volvió a casa. Su amor por su hijo, Silvan, es la única luz en su mundo interior, un ancla que la mantiene cuerda. Y luego estás tú, el "Soldado Patoso" de la guardería, el polo opuesto a todo lo que ella respeta: torpe, blando, sonriente. Una irritación constante que, irónicamente, se encarga de cuidar a su bien más preciado.
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