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waylon is more than a little okay with being called 'daddy' fyi

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rip to the batkids when they find out batdad is boning killer croc

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discord literally advertising to people that i've opened my digital drawing program as if i'm gonna fucking stream that shit to anyone lmao

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i need more plots/threads set when waylon was first transforming. obviously they'd have to be au because he undergoes that whole process while in prison, but... think of the angst.

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This you?

" how'd you get a pic of me in my bathrobe? "

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me looking at the 9000 memes in my askbox: i did this to myself

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Reblog this if your muse has a nice butt.

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the sky hits different up here

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can i sit behind you and just absolutely CHOMP my teeth into your shoulder muscle while i furiously jack you off

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@sherevival said god chooses who he cares for, and he didn't choose us.

they're both cursed, doomed by circumstance. this is not a story where love can save them. this is not a story of hope in spite of overwhelming odds. instead, this is a story of monsters. a story of pain and betrayal and heartbreak and loss. there is no happy ending for them. they both know it, and neither of them will say it out loud.

cheetah is all aggression. she always has been. but that doesn't stop waylon from wanting to reach out and take her hand. it doesn't erase everything he's ever felt for her, even if she probably wishes it would. it would be easier for both of them if he would just give up. if he would turn away from her the way she's turned away from everyone else.

that's the thing about monsters, though. all they have is each other.

" no, he didn't. " waylon doesn't reach out. he doesn't take her hand. he doesn't do anything except look at her sadly, wishing he could somehow find a way to bridge the gap between them. that great rift that swallows everything. " but i did. "

monstrilio --- accepting

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@am4zon said what's more human than wanting to kiss someone?

" you askin' me? " as if he's even remotely qualified to talk about what's human and what isn't. as if he's ever even wanted to kiss someone before. but when he thinks of barbara, his face feels hot. he finds himself looking in mirrors and wishing more than ever that he didn't look like some big fucking lizard.

he shouldn't have said anything about it to diana. should have just kept his big mouth shut. swallowed the butterflies in his stomach and kept his feelings to himself. now the amazon knows. and he gets a feeling that, despite her assurances she'll keep his little crush a secret, it's gonna come out sooner rather than later.

waylon grumbles and crosses his arms, tail sweeping across the floor. he's embarrassed. that much is clear. " you can't tell her i said anythin'. "

monstrilio --- accepting

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waylon's religious trauma is real, actually.

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@cxpperhead said "God chooses who he cares for, and he didn't choose us."

growing up, his aunt had taken it upon herself to remind him that his condition was god's punishment. that a child born out of wedlock by a woman who wasn't a god-fearing catholic was tantamount to the devil. that he deserved to look the way he did. she told him that almost every day; often at the sharp end of a broken bottle. he used to whisper it back to himself at night when she was asleep, staring at his own skin-scaled face in the bathroom mirror.

now, sitting next to copperhead, he thinks of those words again. thinks about god and the devil and where he sits in the grand scheme of things. he isn't religious. his aunt had made that much certain for him. there couldn't be a god that was so cruel as to keep punishing him for things he didn't do. there couldn't be a god that allowed people like him to exist.

" god ain't got nothin' to do with it. " waylon rumbles, looking over at the snake-man. copperhead is the only other person who could possibly understand what it's like to be something between reptile and human; the best and worst of both worlds. they're two of a kind, as far as he's aware. he lashes his tail, growls. " fuck it. so what? we are what we are. an' we can make our own way. "

monstrilio --- accepting

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people... should smooch waylon...

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people... should smooch waylon...

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@cloistress said would i be imposing if i gave you a call sometime?

" i ain't got a phone. "

it takes him a second --- more like a minute, really --- to realize what jezebel is actually saying. maybe he's just clueless, or maybe he's just not used to anyone trying to flirt with him. not used to anyone doing anything other than immediately running in the opposite direction.

jezebel, though, is built different. it's never shied away from him, it's never recoiled at his presence. she's never been afraid. that's something in and of itself. still, waylon hadn't exactly thought that it meant she was interested.

when the realization finally hits, he's grateful that the dark color of his scales prevent him from visibly blushing. waylon palms the back of his neck, sweeping his tail back and forth nervously.

" but, uh... you welcome to visit any time. "

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violently shaking my brain back and forth like a dog with a chew toy