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Inanna "Ina" Luthor Kent
“I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating” - Jean-Paul Sartre
... Hi. I'm uh Clone #15- I mean.. "Inanna". I'm a little confused about being given a name. I thought I was supposed to be called #15. Anyway, this is my blog.
Can you reblog this if the mun is 18+
*Ina walks into Lex’s office, dragging himself over to the couch and flops down onto it, lying in the sun. His hood is pulled up over his head, his hands in his sleeves.*
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[Lex looked up slightly seeing movement, considering they went straight for the couch.. Definitely one of the clones. Lex took a moment to finish up what he was doing... before fully getting up.. walking to the couch. Him gently lifting Inas head before sitting down on the couch. Putting Ina's head back down in his lap.]
[Lex didn't say anything as he just gently rested a hand on their head.. just letting the silence exist.]
Ina takes in a deep breath, his shoulders reaching his ears, his chest expanding. Letting the air all go on the exhale, his head utterly heavy on his creator's lap.
For a long moment, that is all he does. Breathe in. Hold it, like he has been taught to do when his body feels strange. Breathe out.
The patch of sunlight cuts warm across the couch, spilling over the black fabric of his hoodie and catching on the few curls that have slipped loose around his face. It makes the faint green of his eyes look almost washed out when he blinks them open, staring unfocused at nothing in particular. The room is quiet except for the distant hum of machinery, the muted city beyond the glass, and Lex’s hand resting against his head like a weight he has no instinct to move away from.
Ina does not ask if this is allowed. Lex put him here. So it must be.
His hands remain hidden inside his sleeves, fingers curled loosely into the fabric. There is something small about him like this, despite the height and the strength he is supposed to have. Six feet of engineered Kryptonian potential folded up on a couch because the sun feels good and his bones feel too tired to remember what they were made for.
After a minute, Ina shifts just enough to press the side of his face more fully into Lex’s lap.
“Didn’t feel good,” he says finally.
*Ina tilts his head curiously at Genesis.*
Hi.
…
*Ina takes his glasses and put them on his own face.*
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[Genesis tilted his head back, only to blink when his glasses where taken.]
"Well hello to you as well." [Genesis snickered as he watched Ina put the glasses on his face]
"Those make you feel cool, huh? You look cool."
*Ina blinks, his shoulders relax a little.*
These are nice.
*He lifts them off his eyes and then puts them back down. He repeats this motion a couple of times.*
Happy pride month? I’m just learning about this…
severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person
reblog this if you're fine with your mutuals sending you asks unprompted
I'm actually the head of the secret service.
Woah… I don’t know what is.
Also, why you look like that??
Why is one of your dads a bald man with control issues?
I don’t know why my creator is bald. Were you born with green hair?
*Ina reaches out to touch Joker’s hair.*
In a way yes.
(Joker smaked their hands away)
It's polite to ask first! Did he teach you manners???
Oh. Can I touch your hair?
You are an unreliable narrator because your coping mechanisms for your deep-seated trauma forbid you from acknowledging the reality of the situation. I am an unreliable narrator because I sincerely have no idea what the fuck is going on.
I'm actually the head of the secret service.
Woah… I don’t know what is.
Also, why you look like that??
Why is one of your dads a bald man with control issues?
I don’t know why my creator is bald. Were you born with green hair?
*Ina reaches out to touch Joker’s hair.*
I'm actually the head of the secret service.
Woah… I don’t know what is.
Also, why you look like that??
*Ina bites Zaph as a greeting. Lex really needs to work with this kid on controlling his strength.*
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[There was a small squeek, as he looked at Ina, his eye twitching.. same hand as the other bite.. really? But Ina didn't look angry.. just curious]
"....Can we not bite? Biting hurts Ina." [Zaph sighed as he just bopped the other on the head.]
Hm? *Ina releases Zaph hand.*
Oh- oops. Why does it hurt you? Aren’t you also a clone?
Stopped into a church
I passed along the way
Well, I got down on my knees (got down on my knees)
And I pretend to pray (I pretend to pray)
You know the preacher like the cold (preacher like the cold)
He knows I'm gonna stay (knows I'm gonna stay)
Snoopy "MUSIC POWER" badge, 1974, from a collection of badges donated by Alison Gilchrist, British Museum.
Dogs can play piano?? 🤨
Hey I just had some questions about your 16- dni
So like I'm 15 my birthday's in literally a week but I was thinking about making a Krypto blog if I made it and like sent you an ask (not even to RP with just to say hi) would you care or would I have to wait a week
Also bouncing off that do you care if your anons are under 16 or is it exclusively people you rp with that need to be over 16
Also if we make a blog but don't RP with you and maybe just like send an ask saying hi maybe repost one or two of your posts would that be okay?
//ooc
Krypto!!! :D
I’ll be happy to rp with ya in the future. 🙂↕️
I can’t police anons lol. I wouldn’t know who it is, ya’know? But I’m not going to full on roleplay with anons.
For people who don’t have an rp blog but their blog is like a personal one, I’ll answer those asks but I’m not going to roleplay with them.
There’s a discord server I’m in that’s public and happens to have some 15 and younger folks in there. Like I’ll chat with them only in that server, where everyone could see, ya feel me? Because it’s public and there are mods. I don’t add those ppl or dm them tho. So the same thing applies here in terms of chatting as Muns. Public interaction like asks and comments I don’t rp but I’ll chat. I won’t interact in dms. Hope that makes sense.
DMs from folks under 16: ❌
In character asks from under 16 muns: ❌
Out of character asks from under 16: ✅
Out of character comments from under 16: ✅
In character comment from under 16 muns: ❌
Understand that if it’s inappropriate I’m not touching that with a 10 foot pole.
Please note that in the past I have gone in a blog’s dm to ask if they’re 16 and over, but I really don’t like doing that. Because people can easily lie about it- I know I would have at that age. Therefore, y’all won’t be seeing that.
Also!! If anyone happens to know that I am roleplaying with someone who is under 16, please let me know. I may have been a stupid idiot and either forgot that person’s age or for some reason assumed I knew. <3
//this goes for this blog as well.
*Ina bites Luthor on the hand as a greeting. They’re still getting used to their strength, so it’s definitely harder than they meant to.*
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[ Luthor smacks 15 off of him like swatting a diseased flea off his sleeve. He doesn’t even look at first, just reacts automatically with disgust. When he finally glances down, his lip curls like he’d discovered something vile.
The little failure actually had the nerve to bite him!
Disgusting little waste of company resources.
Luthor taps his phone with deliberate slowness, and the speakers throughout LexCorp scream to life. Luthor had created the system using Superboy as a baseline. A frequency designed to be silent to humans but unbearable to parasites. A sound that makes them writhe and remember they’re nothing but biological mistakes kept on a short leash. Lex however isn't cruel, he let it play for not even fifteen seconds. Long enough for 15’s eyes to water and for his hands to shake.
Luthor hummed like he’s bored. He doesn’t raise his voice. He knows doesn’t need to. ]
You ever use those teeth on me again and I’ll pull every last one out with pliers and make you wear them as an accessory.
Physically weaker than the other clones, Ina hit the floor hard, the air leaving their lungs in a sharp, involuntary gasp. Their hands flew to their ears on instinct, palms sealing tight as if they could block it out by sheer pressure. The sound tore through them anyway. It was like having their skull shoved up inside a clock tower and the bell struck full-force, again and again, the reverberation rattling their teeth and vibrating behind their eyes. It wasn’t just loud. It was everywhere, relentless, inescapable.
A thin, broken whimper slipped from their parted lips. Their fingers clawed at the sides of their head, knuckles whitening with the effort, their whole body trembling as if the noise had found their bones and started shaking them from the inside. Breath came shallow and fast, catching on itself. Tears leaked down their cheeks from eyes screwed shut, hot and involuntary, the kind that weren’t even embarrassment so much as overload, pure and helpless spillover.
When the noise finally cut out, it left a ringing void behind it, the world still pitching and pulsing with phantom echoes. Ina dragged in a shaky breath like they’d been underwater too long, but they didn’t move to stand. They couldn’t. Instead they curled in on themself, making a small ball of their body, trying to shrink away from a world that felt too sharp.
“Y-yes, sir,” they managed at last, the words scraping out between breaths. Their voice was barely more than a whisper, obedience trembling at the edges of it. They deserved this.
*Ina, under the impression that they’re supposed to great other clones by biting, bites Lorrie.*
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*bites back*
Clone sibling! Hi! I'm Lorrie!
Hi!!! I’m #15- er I mean Inanna or Ina!
Welcome to the chaos, Ina! How long have you been out of the tube?
Uh a couple days. I sort of just left and our creator had to go looking for me. I was supposed to come out that day, anyway.
Creating headaches for Lex on day one? I can respect that. Do you have a room, or would you prefer to stay in the lab?
uh.. I don't know. The lab is all I know. Would it be any different?
