“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.
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Hey, y'all! It's Em, hopping on the clone oc train super late lol.
All my other rp blogs are listed on my main blog (just click on 'Mun'). <3
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Keep in mind that the mun of this blog is 23 and works in childcare/education. I will not be interacting with muns who are under the age of 16 as explained in the linked post above.
This blog will handle a loooooot of dark topics, which can be especially depressing due to the character being a teen. I will list them here as they are mentioned.
That being said, you are welcome to discuss dark themes here. I only ask that you communicate with me in dms before roleplaying it. You'll find that I tend to overcheck what is okay with you. I like having that documentation and consistent communication.
Triggers will be tagged "tw: *insert trigger*"
ABSOLUTELY NO pedos, incest, MAGA, I.C.E, homophobes, terfs, actual nazis, etc. Mun is the kind of person who wanted Bernie Sanders as president, ya feel me?
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Full Name: Inanna (i-NAH-nah) Luthor-Kent
Nickname(s): Ina (i-NAH)
Designation / Serial Number: 15
Age / Apparent Age: 17
Birthday / Creation Date: Classified
Gender / Pronouns: Assigned Male at Birth; They/He pronouns
Species: Half-Kryptonian, Half-Human
Height: 6'0
Build: Muscular but not overtly so, they've got a healthy look. If that makes sense.
Hair: Mop of fluffy, slightly curly, black hair
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone/Features: Pale, doesn't tan, but doesn't burn either. Freckles cover the body.
Resembles: Mostly Clark. They have Lex's eyes, freckles, and skin tone.
Imperfections/mutations/side effects: epilepsy, Vitamin D deficiency
*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.
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.
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?
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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
*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.