Lana Lang

Some of these aren't connected to a muse; some are general, and some are for an NPC but are listed just because I like to have these things documented.

( GIFTS! Late to be posted because the mun was dead upon getting home from the lovely family gathering. )

Bonus #1: Select five people from your muse's f-list and have them list five reasons for each person why they're thankful they know them.

[ooc: Multiple verses in this post, including canon. That said, not binding to any muse unless noted. As I have several verses that crossover with Supernatural, I won't specify which unless it's specific to a certain verse.]

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Lana pushed the end button on her cell. It had taken her a few hours, but she finally called Clark. She needed someone to talk to before Dean and Sam got there the next day. Chloe was in Star City, Pete was God knows where...so Clark was the only one left. She wasn't exactly sure how he was going to react to the news, but she knew he still cared and always would, that he would be there for support whenever she needed it.

She plopped down on the couch. If he was at home, he was only a mile away, now that she was back in her old house next to the farm. Not that it really mattered. No matter where he was, she expected him any second. As worried as he would be after hearing she was clearly distressed about something, he wouldn't spare the superspeed.

[ooc: Prompted by this picture. And yes, if Chole-mun approves, this will be official part of their history.]

"Lana, just...calm down!"

Lana paced the floor of her bedroom, her phone in one hand and the test in the other.

"Right. Calm. I can do calm." There was a slight pause in speech and body before she resumed. "I can't do calm."

"Yes, you can, now breathe. You're going to be okay."

( But what if I am?! )

Your Expression Number is 6

You have an outstanding sense of responsibility, love, and balance. You are helpful and inclined to comfort those in need. You have many artistic and creative talents, but you only use them to better others. You are loving, friendly, and appreciative of others. You have a depth of understanding that produces much kindness and generosity. Openness and honesty are apparent in your approach to all relationships. Sometimes, you can be too demanding of yourself. At times, you tend to sacrifice yourself for the welfare of others. At other times, you have trouble distinguishing between helping and interfering.

Yes, Chloe, I put my actual last name in there. Though substituting "Winchester" doesn't change a damn thing.

Good evening, my fellow muses, or whatever time it may be for your typists when you read this. For those of you who are ignorant, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Countess Marguerite Isobel Thoreaux, burned at the stake in 1604 by religious bigots of my own village. I will be commandeering this journal for the moment. I've been ignored for far too long.

Come to think of it...I believe I would like to address a few of you personally. Well...as personally as I can. Some I will talk to in general, applying to any muse by that name, but exceptions must be made.

Clark. How could I not begin with you, however many of you there are. Granted I can make no threats as I have no way of carrying them out, but believe me...if I find a way to return, I will come for you.

Bartholomew...not the one I've had the pleasure of, but just the same. I hear you'll be celebrating your birth in a few days. I really wish I could be there, don't you?

Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. How's my little harlot today?

Dean Winchester...my, haven't we been the busy little man? Tortured any souls lately? Oh, but that's right! You're a broken little woobie now. Poor, pitiful you.

And Samuel, my sweet boy...a lion who lies with a mouse. Do you really enjoy her little squeaks? Why not find a real woman, one who will scream for you? One such as that would be much more fitting for a man with your power...

reporter_chloe, what the hell is wrong with you? I am not full of horseshit! Why aren't you just agreeing with me when I say Dean/Lana is disgusting? You can't possibly disagree with me on that!

It's the soulmates thing, isn't it? I can't help it. Sam completes me. "Soulmate" is the best word I know to describe it. So...fuck you.