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he would simply love this bc most people cannot do this at all. even if they can handle the weight, he is so gangly and awkward to carry.

get a thought from odette's mind palace

〔 •ﻌ• 〕 ･ﾟ * º • 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 » 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 ? @nctmnstr !!

“ ehhhh, birdies tell me that waylon doesn't bottom. i really only bottom sometimes, in most sessions it isn't all that i wanna do. ” shoulders shrug. “ tis a shame it's gotta be a 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 because i'm intrigued. that bein' said i am intrigued enough to so stuff, but i doubt that counts as a smash. ”

❝ WHAT ?! ❞ the stupid smile on her face says she'd heard him over the exceedingly loud rifts of britney spear's gimme more blasting from her cd player. it's obvious she doesn't believe his threat in the slightest, shimmies her way over to where he glowers in the ..... doorway? hall .... way? how was one meant to refer to the areas of the sewer? it was open architecture, really, spliced by tubing and tunnels.

a singular peek inside, and her eyes are alight. jaw drops, lips quickly forming into a shocked expression. she'd only ever seen them loosely tossed into the garbage, or scribbled on with market; these were far more pristine. oh my god, does that one have a hat? it does. it does have a hat.

❝ no ... way .. !!!! ❞

what right did they have to be sooooo cute ?? a squeal of delight erupts from her chest. so very many, and they were all hers; waylon had declared it so.

he'd also said he'd thought of her. someone had thought of her? someone had thought of her long enough to get her a gift? many, many gifts? the mere concept brings a warm, fuzzy glow to her cheeks. she enjoyed the pleasant feeling - to have someone think of you.

arms are instinctively thrown around him ( best they can be, anyway ). odette squeezes him tight, grin toothy as it's ever been. maybe she clings a lil' longer than necessary, but it's clear she's profoundly grateful for her presents.

scenarios @nctmnstr

eyes wide;; back pressed against the wall, artemis has braced herself for impact. if this was how she was going to die? shit-talking a giant--- crocodile-man-thing? that was fine. she was just hoping it would be quick.

---but the impact never comes. which confused her, for a second. because it sure as shit had looked like he was about to--- it takes a second for her brain to process. takes a second for her to realize AH. there was someone behind her. so much for being aware of her surroundings.

@nctmnstr sent:

"You understand, but he wouldn't. He's not a freak like you." // for Superman!!

Dublin Murders Sentences

Clark tilts his head just slightly. Yes, he understands what it means to be different, to have people who can't look past your oddities. He understands being alien on a planet so far from the one he'd never known. Knows exactly what it's like for people to hate you simply for being what you are. Doesn't mean he enjoys having it stated so crassly. A freak, huh? He supposes it's better than being called an alien, no matter how true that is, but the Kryptonian is no less put off by the word if the way his nose scrunches is any indication.

His arms fold over his chest, feet not quite touching the ground at the moment as he seems to hover about an inch off the ground. "You're right in some ways. He doesn't understand everything, but it doesn't mean he doesn't try." Clark shrugs one shoulder. "And well, I have a unique perspective only because I'm not human, Earth is my adopted planet, makes for some pretty unique experiences when you're not like them." Humans. They either saw him as a threat, or a saviour, there was rarely a middle ground there.