Name: Lana Lang Luthor
Fandom: Smallville
Canon Point: Star-crossed Metropolis verse

Starting Level: 055 - Camp Mahnahmahnah
Current Level: 055 - Camp Mahnahmahnah

( two psychopaths but we / know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs / that we'll have each other's backs cause we're that lucky )

"Love makes hunters of us all." There are nights when she is restless, when the routine of the day leaves her parched. There is nothing in the warm tones of her opulent dwelling to fill in the cracks; not the art, not her husband, not even her infant daughter who knows nothing of her but milk and need and the comforting familiarity. It's all so ( Read more... )

What do you give a man who has everything?

[ POST @ MUSEBYSENTENCE]

[ooc: Sort of a companion piece to this from ilove_atallman.]

( Lana wasn't stupid. )

[ooc: Another prompt with Mrs. Luthor from the verse now known as Star-Crossed Metropolis. Also partially inspired by Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence.]

( Cut for twisted sexuality. )

[ooc: Dark!fic is dark. You may never look at the song the same after you read this. I know I won't.]

( No matter what gets in my way, as long as there's still life in me...you know I'd always come for you. )

[ooc: Warning: not the usual Lana, and she's going to be more than a bit crass. R-rated crass. I said I was bringing her here and I am. Consider this an intro. No IC comments, unless they're very friggin meta. reporter_chloe, I know I asked you for a beta, but I got antsy.]

( Enter the Queen B )