#nctmnstr

[threadpull]

may I offer Waylon canonically carrying Jon bridal style. Just for funsies.

@nctmnstr

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.

counter-offer: how heavy is waylon and can jon pick HIM up

[darlingrat]

🤔

get a thought from odette's mind palace

country rat. wearin' a hat. 'e's g'ittin' fat. so much cooler 'den 'da bat. keeeeer splat. sound'a batman hittin' 'da ground. heh. 'm so good.

[garbeasts]

smash or pass, Croc bc it's funny

〔 •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. ”

[darlingrat]

"If yew don' turn down tha' fuckin music, ah will eat a rat." he's BLUFFING

❝ 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.

that wasn't what mattered. she takes one of waylon's hands, then the other. ❝ y' wanna dance? i thought y'd nev'a ask, y' big lug! ❞ without a care in the world, odette returns to her previous get down. she's guiding him back into her space, forcibly swaying his arms to and fro now that she had a hold on him. the rats who bob around to mother's music squeak in delight, clear the floor so they wont be inadvertently squashed by massive feet. ❝ y' gotta' twirl me 'r somet'in'! ❞ ﹙@nctmnstr﹚

[darlingrat]

Hands her a bag. It's just full of Labubus. "Robbed some bitch las' night. 'Ad 'em all over 'er damn house. Thought'a you when Ah saw 'em." They were all different colors, and some even had little outfits.

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.

❝ y'er 'da fuckin' BEST, way! ❞ woman declares, pulls one out by its keychain. this one was yellow, wearing teeny tiny sneakers. what did it need sneakers for!! it didn't even walk anywhere!! she loved it. ❝ oh my g'awd. 'dey're soooo gawdy. i love 'em. should i hang 'em on my belt. hahaha! i should! eheheh. ❞ ﹙@nctmnstr﹚

[fartemis-crock]

26) one muse thinks the other is going to hurt them but instead they protect them.

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.

it takes a moment for her to un-tense. pushing herself off of the wall with a nod. --thanks."

[fatedbride]

EYES ARE WIDE at the sight of @nctmnstr, a smile etching into stitched features. “ donnerwetter! ” she had never met a being taller than her other than her companion. even then, he was only a mere foot larger. this being, however, seemed to loom over her entirely. “ you're... ” stattlich. “ astonishing. i have never met a being quite as tall as you before. truly, it's incredible. i always feel like i am looming over most other creatures. ” / sc.

[musesmyway]

@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.

"So maybe I do understand better than him." Clark sighs a little, "I try to be understanding of everyone. Even the people I can't relate to. I wouldn't be much of a Superman if I didn't listen and wasn't understanding."