I'm doing whats best for the world

Tw: Murder, violence, USSR, Communism, baby napping, dehumanization, Aliens shouldn't be a war tactic. (More i probably forgot)

They call me "Superman"

Name: Kal-L ,(he never had a human name) Superman

Height: 6'9", 7'2" with boots

Age: 50 in human years, 34 ish in kryptonian years.

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

About this Superman

Superman Kal-L was sent to Earth to be saved from a dying Krypton. Instead of landing in Kanas, USA he landed in USSR Ukraine in a farm land. Stalins military got wind that a supposed alien spaceship fell onto farmland they owned.. They all expected a different type of alien, but found a baby.. Looked to be human.. But still a bit different, how his eyes gleaned red in certain lights, how he would float in their arms... Not human qualities of babies. He was taken in that moment.. Stripped from the human parents that found him? Shot, easiest way to keep them quiet.. mostly because they tried to convince them they can take care of the alien baby.. Insane.

Kal no they never named him, or let him have a name. Alien boy, or something like that. Was raised in the Soviet Armed Forces, mostly behind closed doors, tightly zipped mouths.. he was raised to be a weapon.. He knew this, he has the faint outline of scars to know this. Yes alot of them healed by the sun... Yet.. a few stayed near his heart.

Years later revealed as Superman to the world.. A war weapon a prized peice in Stalins inner circle.. Only to become Premier of the Soviet Union.. after Stalin gor poised by his own son..

Blah blah..

It's been twenty years since Superman first took this place.. May it be twenty more

Mun

Hi its cody. Im 22 lmao

In search of the 2009 movie and tv show

No more banned concerts either? No running from militia on street? You better not… no stealing from state factory… nothing so silly like you used to..

*she weeps, but allows you to keep wiping away her tears*

You are not little boy anymore, they will do more than beat you now… i told you always this pank-roki will get you in trouble but nyet you never listen..

*her tears slow down and her breathing evens out a little too*

You are grown now, you cannot do more daydrinking on tramveys… tell me you are not doing that? Tell me you have put down the bottle…

-babushka anon

[Red held her close to him.. moving around the table for it was more comfortable..him lowering to her hight. Letting her ramble as he kept wiping her tears away..]

[He was slowly feeling less horrible being mistaken for Misha... What a mess of a man... Doing all those things.. Only to be worrying his mother in the end...]

"Da, I know, mama.. I promise I'm doing better.. much better. None of that nonsense anymore.. I help clean around, all the trash gone. Actual trash. Helps everyone, da? No more day drinking, no more illegal things. Okay?.."

Misha you have grown into good man. Better than most..

*but her mood shifted completely at the vague explanation, from pride to anger, or was that worry? Or both? Maybe even fear. All that was certain was that it wasn’t shame. Even at the notion of you getting up to the same dangerous mischief as misha apparently did when he was younger, she didn’t seem ashamed to have such a son*

Other things..? Do not tell me you are still printing posters! Safe? You are bad liar Misha.

*she pulls her hands back, crossing her arms over her chest*

One of these days you will get hurt, and i don’t want to bury my boy!

*tears had begun filling her eyes and her expression waivered into clear sorrow*

You are supposed to bury me when time comes.. not other way around. You cannot keep putting yourself in harms way. Ilja already dissapeared, Alexei too, even Sasha is gone, all your friends from that time- you are hurting your mama..

-babushka anon

"I.. hope i did-"

[Oh no- no not tears.. him quickly standing up a bit from his seat and reaching over to gently wiping away her tears.]

"Nyet mama.. nyet... no more posters, I promise, done with that. Over with hands clean from that." [Red sighed as he kept brushing away tears.. as internally he was really questioning who these people are... why would she raise a boy who do these things.. be a traitor who would willingly put up posters. And deface things that are probably older than him..]

"I'm not lying.. clean hands, no more posters.. Yes they're gone.. but I told them to stop." [Or so Red hopes Misha would do.]

Anyway, since i’ve got fans i would like to say babushka’s personality and mindset are mostly based off of two of my actual relatives, one of whom is my very russian grandma.

The plot is NOT planned out i just have a vague idea and i keep building on. The plot only started because i felt evil and decided suffering should ensue. I do have reasons and stuff planned out for some things like why the real misha doesn’t visit but we’ll have to wait and see if they get revealed and how.

Also fun fact, theres a specific kitchen i imagine all this happening in.

Also there was ONE time i planned a little ahead and then i got the opposite response to what i was expecting so i couldn’t use any of it so uhh lesson learned don’t plan ahead!

-babushka anon

//no shhh, shhh babushka anon is great. We all love babushka anon. I dont mind it at all. I find it neat. A man who [work in progress lore because im slow] was raised by not the best man [Stalin] kinda. And this little old lady is trying to feed him and thinking hes her son. I think its very contrasting

For your entertainment and pleasure, sir, the Red Army Choir presents Kalinka!

*The performance begins*

https://open.spotify.com/track/1XL3FqgcbzRjhXyqdofnMH?si=1TnskscQSve4KUQS9hUJSg

-Sergey The Choir Director

@widowed-ambition

"Da, plenty. Just depends.. on what you erm.." [Red was trying to find the right word placing a finger on his lips to think.. Thinking in one language is difficult while you're speaking another] "want to do?.. what.. do Americans do for fun?"

[It was a genuine question, he didn't know only Americans he knew only knew work, work, work.. Lois was kinda the same.. so hopefully this will change something..]

Then how you get to know her? She will think you stingy if you don’t give gift.

*she waves her hand in dismissal*

it’s good you were not here. You will now remember him as he was when he was healthy, not as pitiful as he looked dying.

Oh that is more than enough about politics, i don’t want to talk politics.

Tell me instead, you still work in that textile factory or you get better job?

*she nods*

pelmeni it is.

*she takes advantage of you leaning your head lower, patting you on the head where she couldn’t have reached before*

-babushka anon

//tried to keep it as similiar as i could recall. Tomorrow we kill tumblr together for swallowing the original

"I- I'm not stingy.. I will give her gifts. Shower her in them even, just don't want the relationship to be fully materialistic.. I want someone who will see me more than just.. well a material in a way.. actual conversations.."

[Red huffed.. as he shook his head slightly.. how would that happen hes well.. himself.. as he was trying to think.. would Misha still be there.. slightly looking around.. possible.]

"Da..still there just uh only sometimes.. other things here and there. Not important.. Safe work."

[He leaned slightly into the head pats... him giving a small smile]