hello! i'm natalie (@nsml) 🇺🇸🇪🇸🇸🇪🇳🇴 and this is my art blog!
i have been drawing since i was a small human bean and i love making fanart alongside my own original art, like drawing & painting portraits, animals, and landscapes.
interests: superbat, our flag means death, avatar, avengers, hamilton, harry potter, howl's moving castle, pokémon, star wars, x-men, zelda, and more
please feel free to look through all my art, old and new. it's why i post!
my content is tagged as #artists on tumblr (while other people's art i have reblogged is tagged as #opa)
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Bruce shifts his position and his hands slip on the roof tiles where he's balancing, sending him skidding down the slope of the roof. He doesn't get far, though, when there's suddenly big, strong arms wrapped around him, warm hands splayed across his chest.
"I thought I told you not to fall," Clark says, and Bruce can feel the way his voice rumbles in his chest.
"But I didn't," Bruce says, and maybe he's a little drunk on the way Clark's arms feel around him, on the way he feels safer than he has in years. "You caught me," he adds, and leans back a little further into Clark's chest.
"Of course," Clark tells him with a heavy exhale, and Bruce feels the puff of air on the skin between his neck and his shoulder before Clark's head is suddenly there, his nose pressed against Bruce's shoulder and his curls brushing lightly against Bruce's neck.
[…] Bruce relaxes, lets Clark take more of his weight. He brings a hand up to find one of Clark's on his chest and threads their fingers together, grounding how he can.
and i may be foolish to fall as i do @jamesttiberius
"Come on," Clark murmurs to him as he slowly stands. "I think it's time to get you home."
Bruce doesn't protest. He lets Clark pull him to his feet and he walks right past the bottle of bourbon, not even sparing it a glance as Clark pulls him with an arm around his waist before they're slowly taking off into the air. Bruce has done this before, many times as Batman, but the sudden lack of ground beneath his feet still unnerves him.
But where he used to just grit his teeth and deal with it, he now presses himself further against Clark and holds him tighter. Clark clearly doesn't mind as he smiles down at Bruce before he directs them towards the Lake-House.
confessions of the masked crusader @sassyresacon1990
Bruce sat up on his elbows and smashed a kiss into Clark's mouth. Clark gyrated slightly, feeling Bruce's erection through his tights. The rules were clearly out tonight, so Clark pushed his luck by tugging at the waist of Bruce's tights. "Wait," Bruce said hesitantly.
Damn, Clark thought. He pulled back a little and looked at Bruce questioningly. "You wouldn't really stop now, would you? Doesn't that strike you as the least bit cruel?" Bruce smiled softly up at Clark and gently laid a hand on his jaw. "I was just going to suggest that you take my boots off first."
Chapter 7: "Breaking the Rules" @bisexualclarkkent @BuckinghamAlice
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not any specific moment from leave no trace by @ferox @etexcrucior other than them hanging out after work, inspired by a photo of ben affleck and henry cavill smiling into the camera and henry had this mustache that i thought was especially perfect for firefighter clark. and it is the eighties! surely he grew it out once (before bruce had any say about it. not sure if he would approve or not in this universe)
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Bruce is resplendent under the flashing lights of the club. It took a few drinks to coax him out, and then Clark’s hands on his hips and lips on his neck to truly get him comfortable, but he’s perfect.
He is so beautiful. That is the main thought filling Clark's mind. Back at the tower, Clark never could have truly imagined this, not in this level of detail, of Bruce here with him, sweat beading at the edges of his temple, his shirt tight across his chest, lean, muscled arms fully on display as he moves with the beat.
When the clock strikes midnight, silver strips of confetti are released from above the dance floor and drift down. Bruce’s hand grabs the back of Clark’s neck and pulls him forward into a kiss.
"Come. I'll show you my original fortress of solitude."
There's a loft on the far side of the barn, and a ladder leading up.
Bruce climbs it and turns around at the top to look back at Clark.
"Is this actually where the name comes from?" Clark nods. Bruce imagines an angsty teenage Clark here, hiding from his parents and pretending to be cool to his friends. "Isn't this where you bring people to make out?" He lets a little bit of Brucie slip into his voice and turns to sit down, legs dangling over the edge.
"Maybe when we were teens."
Clark floats up so he's at eye level with Bruce, his arms crossed.
Bruce's eyes widen. "Oh? Who did you bring up here? Boys or girls?"
A small but self-deprecating smile tugs at Clark's mouth. "Neither. I wasn't exactly comfortable dating anyone, Bruce. Even with Lana I didn't know how to do it."
Bruce has never really realized how lonely Clark must have been as a child and a teen until that moment. It must have been the opposite of Bruce's childhood, where there were always people around, even if he didn't want it at all. He had been alone with his thoughts and his pain in rooms full of people pretending to be his friend, but Clark had been alone . Alone and not able to talk to anyone about the things he felt and experienced, not able to relate to anyone - while he might have wanted to much more than Bruce.
"I had friends," Clark seems to read his mind. "Lana and Pete. They didn't know who I really was though." Clark turns a little red and continues. "I was a virgin until Lori - in college."
"Nothing wrong with that. Who's Lori? I've never heard you mention her."
"A mermaid." Clark smirks playfully. At Bruce's astonished look, he adds: "It happened underwater. It was all kinds of weird, but fun."
"Wow," Bruce lets out, not for the first time that day. He laughs out loud and pulls Clark closer, so he's floating between Bruce's legs. "Only you could lose your virginity to a mermaid." He grabs Clark's overall strap between his thumb and pointer finger, bringing them into the present again. "So, you've never made out with anyone up here?"
"No, never," Clark says, incredibly serious and his face close to Bruce's.
Their lips almost touch. "Hmm, we ought to remedy that."
"I'll finally get the full teenage farm experience."
"Mhmm," Bruce manages to get in right before they're kissing. Clark's mouth is hot on his, his hair warmed in the sun. Kissing Clark feels like fire and Bruce melts, like always. And Clark molds himself to Bruce, meeting him halfway, like always.
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“Stupid perfect man with his perfect back,” Bruce protested with no actual heat as he walked over to the bed and got in. He sighed happily though as he realized that the bed was miles better than the couch.
“Yeah, yeah, heartbreaker,” Clark parried, “Get some sleep and you can complain tomorrow.”
“I will,” Bruce sleepily mumbled as he fell asleep, “I’ll complain so good. You’ll see.”
let your hopes shape your future @ouibeebles
[Bruce] was debating the merits of just falling asleep on the couch in his day clothes when Clark came to bother him into pajamas. He gave into token grumbling but when he went to go back to the couch, Clark tutted.
He sighed and asked, “I’m sleeping in your bed tonight, aren’t I?”
“Yep,” Clark helpfully answered before adding, “That couch is murder on my back and I know mine’s better than yours.”
“Stupid perfect man with his perfect back,” Bruce protested with no actual heat as he walked over to the bed and got in. He sighed happily though as he realized that the bed was miles better than the couch.
“Yeah, yeah, heartbreaker,” Clark parried, “Get some sleep and you can complain tomorrow.”
“I will,” Bruce sleepily mumbled as he fell asleep, “I’ll complain so good. You’ll see.”
Bruce drifted off to a far too fond sounding huff of laughter and soft hands carding through his hair. He would, naturally, never admit it but he genuinely did enjoy sleeping with Clark. The physical intimacy was nice but it also meant he could relax to a degree he couldn’t with most other people. Clark’s hearing would be extra sensitive tonight because of the kids which meant Bruce was free to just drop out of life into the sweet embrace of sleep.
(If Clark smiling at him in the morning was another bonus that made his heart flutter something sweet and delicate no one had to know. No one also had to know that he never had a nightmare when he slept near Clark. It was just a coincidence he had to assure himself. It couldn’t mean anything else.)
Bruce is resplendent under the flashing lights of the club. It took a few drinks to coax him out, and then Clark’s hands on his hips and lips on his neck to truly get him comfortable, but he’s perfect.
He is so beautiful. That is the main thought filling Clark's mind. Back at the tower, Clark never could have truly imagined this, not in this level of detail, of Bruce here with him, sweat beading at the edges of his temple, his shirt tight across his chest, lean, muscled arms fully on display as he moves with the beat.
When the clock strikes midnight, silver strips of confetti are released from above the dance floor and drift down. Bruce’s hand grabs the back of Clark’s neck and pulls him forward into a kiss.
