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❝ oh my god ! this is like … an A-list celebrity following your X account !! ❞

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❝ Sorry about the mess; I just got here. My parents can't leave the farm for too long, so I made the journey up on my own. I flew in an hour or two ago. ❞

Literally, that is, though he'd apparently been far more careful with his flight than he had his strength displays. No one had seen him drop from the sky like a stone, suitcases in hand and ready to enter his new campus. The 'mess' he refers to is minimal — most things have already been packed neatly away, and those that aren't can be easily pushed aside for today.

He fumbles with the keys for a second, looking around for a table to place them on before just stuffing them back into his pocket and taking Kyle's hand in a firm grip.

❝ Kent— ah, Clark. It's a pleasure. ❞

Cont. ~ X

Fortunately for Clark, Kyle isn't suspicious. They'd spoken over the phone prior to moving into their shared dorm, and Kyle's opinion of his roommate is already high based on those conversations. This just makes Clark even cooler in the Louisiana boy's eyes, as evident by Kyle's wide smile.

"Wow. That really is impressive, man, just like I said. Would've made unpacking a lot easier for me if I could do it one-handed like that. Ah, right. I was exploring the campus; Mom got me moved in yesterday."

He'd wanted to get her off of school grounds as quickly as possible.

"It's nice to meet you in person, Clark." He offers a hand. "Kyle."

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@onlyheartaches asked: “That was impressive. How’d you manage it?” / meme

It's clear from his startled, deer-in-the-headlights look that he was very much not expecting Kyle to be here.

❝ Oh, uh— you mean the bed? ❞

The bed that Clark had been holding up one-handed with no apparent effort, high enough off of the ground for him to reach under and retrieve the keys that had slipped underneath it. He'd been careful up until this point to hide his powers and stay firmly within the limits he'd agreed with his parents, well aware that college was his last taste of normalcy before the full responsibility of his gifts hit, but evidently he'd gotten too comfortable.

(Careless.)

It was lucky it was only Kyle who'd spotted him. He, at least, didn't seem the gossiping type.

❝ It's— you know. Growing up on a farm makes you strong. All the equipment, and— and animals. It's a lot of physical labour! ❞

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student enrollment got hands, so I'm too tired to be here today. but !!!! it's friday tomorrow.... and because of the bank holiday I have a long weekend..........

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@onlyheartaches's Magneto asked: “I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

There's the thudthudthud of a happily wagging tail just behind him.

❝ I'm— That's yours? I'm so sorry! ❞

Clark, to give him his dues, at least has the decency to look embarrassed. While the idea of chasing Krypto down does cross his mind, by the time the stolen lunch has been flown through the air, shaken about, and bounced up and down in time with the dog's excitable jumps, it will barely be edible, and certainly not anything appetising. And that's without mentioning the potential damage their antics could cause. Even if he were to try and grab it back, Krypto would simply go shooting off, heedless of whatever may be in his path.

...It's best to let him keep it.

❝ I'll be sure to have a chat with him later. But please, let me replace what he stole. It's the least I can do! ❞

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❝ Scott, please. You didn't drag me anywhere; I'm always happy to help. ❞

All the same, Clark had to admit that Scott had a certain habit for getting himself into the most peculiar of situations. Each trap seemed stranger and more intricate the last, though thankfully all of them had yet to succeed in their purpose. And hopefully would continue to fail, so long as they kept tackling these things as a team. Two heads were better than one, after all, especially when facing odd contraptions made by people with even odder imaginations!

Scott always made it fun, though. It didn't always feel fun in the moment—there'd been a fair few times it had been nothing short of terrifying, in fact—but none of them were unpleasant memories to look back on. It was... amazing, to watch him work. The amazing Mister Miracle was the very embodiment of an unstoppable force, pushing tirelessly against immoveable objects until somehow, some way, he made them move. Where Clark would have moved onto plan B, Scott simply remained locked onto plan A, doing all he could to race them full-force into his solution.

It always worked, too. Like a wish came true. Like some kind of... miracle...

Oh. So that's where the name comes from!

It would be nice to spend some more time with him. The idea of spending tonight holed up somewhere, eating fast food alone, wasn't one he found particularly appealing, anyway. Especially not when compared to an offer like this!

❝ Only if you're sure. I wouldn't want to impose on anyone, least of all your Barda. ❞

" many thanks for the help, superman! " another day, another trap escaped, another attempt at kidnapping or killing him avoided; and the man named scott free walks away...scot-free! this time, though, got a little close for comfort, even for the god of freedom himself. how lucky he had been--and he always seemed to be!--that the superman was there to lend a helping hand. the escape artist's hands moved the clench the fabric of his own fabric mask, pulling it off to breathe.

how odd it was, sometimes, to be a performer and a hero at the same time; for many to know both the often too-fantastical to believe was true performer, the man, and the new god. he remembered a time where there was an attempt to hide it all, to separate secret identity and the mask. nobody knew where he or his wife came from, simply living on earth as if the firepits of apokolips were not his norm just minimal years prior. it's when he looks at someone like superman--clark kent--that he has to wonder if he would ever combine the identities. they weren't too different, not at the concept. still, scott wouldn't push that topic, it really wasn't his place to. people were free to live how they made--scott should be the first to support it.

" --i don't suppose you might want to stop by for dinner! i dragged you out pretty late! there aren't too many places open right now, let alone serving dinner-style meals beyond one or two fast food places. "

...of which scott really questioned why the people of earth would allow themselves to consume so willingly. it felt like those nutrient blocks from granny's orphanage, ones that existed to take their brain and melt it to serve one purpose. sure it wasn't for darkseid, but--...well he wasn't completely sure about that, godfrey was still running amuck after all, all mister miracle knew was that he would never let his daughter eat that, just in case, just in case-

" i'm sure barda won't mind the extra company! i certainly don't. "

@lastedson // starter call

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first meeting sentence starters.

send one to have our muses meet for the first time.

“Sorry, were you just talking to me?”

“I think you dropped this.”

“You look lost. Need some help?”

“I don’t usually talk to strangers, but…”

“You’re sitting in my spot.”

“Whoa! Careful!”

“We’ve never met, right? You seem familiar.”

“Is that seat taken?”

“Sorry, I think I just spilled something on you.”

“You’re blocking the doorway.”

“Were you just staring at me?”

“Excuse me, do you know the time?”

“Wait — are you the person I’m supposed to meet?”

“I’ve been sent to find you.”

“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.”

“Do you work here?”

“I’m fairly certain that’s mine.”

“You’ve got something on your face.”

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Do you know the way to ___?”

“You’re hurt. Do you need help?”

“That’s a fine ___ (cloak/hat/book/etc.). Where did you get it?”

“This might sound strange, but can I hide behind you for a moment?”

“You look like you could use a friend.”

“I think your dog just stole my lunch.”

“Hey, you dropped your coin purse.”

“I think we’re stuck in here together.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear, but…”

“Are you the new neighbor?”

“First time in town?”

“I’m not sure if this belongs to you, but…”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

“Do you mind if I join you?”

“I think you’re in the wrong place.”

“You seem… out of place.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you following me?”

“That was a close call.”

“Not to alarm you, but someone’s watching you.”

“Mind if I walk with you?”

“You look like you’re in trouble.”

“Was that your doing back there?”

“You don’t look like you’re from around here.”

“That was impressive. How’d you manage it?”

“I’m guessing you’re not here by accident.”

“Do I want to know what just happened?”

“You might want to keep your voice down.”

“Is it always this strange around here?”

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.”

“Looks like we’re in this together now.”

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@onlyheartaches asked: It's an average day in the Fortress of Solitude: Kyle is working on summer homework in his room, and Krypto is waking Superman up by aggressively bouncing up and down on poor Clark's stomach. Krypto does have a ball in his mouth. One can only imagine the PLAY! PLAY! PLAY! he'd be shouting if only he were capable of speech.

The first hard push of those paws into his stomach is more than enough to jolt him awake, but of course it isn't enough for the rambunctious superdog.

❝ Ow— Ow, Krypto— Krypto, I'm awake! Krypto—! ❞

It takes Clark longer than he'd like to finally sit up, eyes finally falling to the ball in his mouth. He should've known. The Superman Robots (grateful as he is for their assistance) struggle to make themselves suitably entertaining playmates, and while Krypto's adapted wonderfully to Kyle's presence, there's only so much a human can do to keep up with the kind of energy the dog's play demands.

And so, playtime responsibilities fall to Clark.

Not that he minds. It's a good energy burner for him, too, and Antarctica provides the perfect backdrop for it. Here, he can let the ball fly for miles without worrying about accidentally sending it flying through someone's window. They can race each other up into the cosmos and plummet back down with nary a soul to see. And while he tries not to encourage it, the snow at least provides a soft(ish) backdrop for any unexpected roughousing.

The paw-shaped bruises on his stomach are already fading by the time he's leading the way out of his bedroom.

❝ C'mon, boy. Let's play fetch. ❞

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hey guys, someone from my wife's side of the family was taken by 🧊. if you can spare anything, you can find the gfm HERE. even if you can't donate, reblogging this post would help immensely.

thank you so much

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"You guys know why the levees broke during Katrina? The levees were built by the US Army Corps of Engineers, but they built them for shit, and where I'm from still hasn't recovered, and probably never will. I'm gonna be an engineer, and I'm gonna make sure shit like that never happens again. ... I got one life, and I'm not wasting it."

Please like ( ❤️ ) or reblog ( ↩️ ) if you're interested in interacting with an AU and canon divergent take on Kyle Spencer from American Horror Story: Coven. Written by Ann, 25+, @onlyheartaches , an independent multifandom multimuse. MINORS DNI.

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all of clark's documents were made by martha. obviously this isn't something that's known outside of the immediate family unit, but clark himself is well aware that his documentation is all forged. he's known at least since he applied to high school, and likely even before then

the kent farm is a little out of the way, even for smallville, so it was easy enough to actually hide clark's sudden appearance until they'd gotten all of their i's dotted and their t's crossed

but smallville is a tight-knit community at its heart, and once clark was known to it, they accepted him without too many questions. a quiet home birth was the common assumption, but there was no easy way to ask if that was correct or not... so people didn't. that's not to say they didn't have a backup story prepared, but I doubt she ever had to use it

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The Batman (2022) dir. Matt Reeves Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[lastedson]

❝ Oh, gosh, Kyle... ❞

Superman's no stranger to compliments, but hearing them never fails to tap into his more bashful side. It's a real pleasure to know that he can comfort people from across the country, even across the world.

He thanks Kyle as he leads them inside, giving a polite wave to the startled hostess. Luckily, it's about as quiet as he expected inside, and he leads them to a little, out of the way booth. Though he doesn't plan to go into detail on the existence of the fortress, nor the imminent flight to Antarctica, he'll still prefer to prevent as many people as possible from overhearing them.

❝ That's right! I don't know about the star part, exactly, but I was a batter. ❞ It was easier to hide any superhuman slip-ups, for one, always able to brush it off as some lucky swings and a strong bat. It had taken many months of persuasion, begging, and best behaviour to get his parents to even think about letting him attend the the try-outs, and he wasn't about to let his own mistakes ruin the chances he'd had to fight for. It had meant that he'd had to choose his engagements carefully—track and field was out, as was any sort of martial arts—but he'd thoroughly enjoyed what ones had passed the lengthy consideration process.

He'd been told he had professional potential more times than he could count, and it had almost broken Coach's heart to hear that he was graduating into a journalism major.

❝ But a catcher! That's impressive. Going all the way to finals is no small feat, and your school must be very proud of the team. Even being in the running for such a thing is something to be proud of! ❞

"How could I not want to fly with you!" It's a statement, not a question. "You're the coolest hero ever! You're so kind and strong and smart and you stop wars and you're what everyone should want to be, Superman! I read all about you and I live nowhere near Metropolis! Man, my bros are gonna be so jealous - "

There's a spike of anxiety, then. What if Superman thinks he lied in his letter? That this was all a ploy to meet the world's hero in person? ... No, no, he thinks, I know he believes me. Superman said he believed me and he'd help me and he'd never lie about something so serious.

"Thank you," Kyle says, earnestly. "I mean it. For helping me and listening to me. You really are what I hope I can be."

For a moment, Kyle lingers in the hug. In time, though, he'll step away to hold the door of the Denny's open for Superman, very much wanting to do everything possible to prove his gratitude. Holding a door is the bare minimum, and he intends to go far beyond that, but he hopes it's a good start.

"Baseball's going great. I'm a catcher - one of the hardest positions, you gotta be really smart and communicate with the pitcher and know about all the plays and batters. I think we'll go all the way to the finals this year," Kyle says, smiling, ignoring the hostess as she's startled by Superman's presence. "You can stop me if you know a lot about college sports, but our team's called the Green Waves, and our mascot's a pelican named Riptide! - Hey, what position did you play when you, you know, played baseball? I bet you were a star batter! Home runs every time, right Superman?"

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@imperiouslex asked: where do you think you’re going? / meme

❝ Where do you think, Luthor?! ❞

His knuckles whiten, the door handle creaking ominously under the sudden tightening of his grip. Maybe it's his fault for daring to believe Lex capable of holding a civil conversation. Maybe he truly is a fool for ever believing that he'd ever receive anything but condescension and mockery, each insult masterfully crafted and aimed at each gap in his armour.

It infuriates him, just how easily Luthor is able to get underneath his skin. But worse still is how he knows he'll stay there for days to come, a parasite doing all it can to plant poisonous seeds of self-doubt.

Heat prickles at his eyes, just for a moment.

❝ I'm going away! Out of here! What's the point in sticking around when you've made it abundantly clear there's nothing to be gained from talking to you? ❞

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❝ Maybe not. But you could tell me. ❞

He has to buy them some time. Drake's building frustration is obvious, but Clark knows touching down now is a disaster waiting to happen. The victim will only have to catch a glimpse of them to send himself into a panic. The police will be called, escalating an already delicate situation, and they surely won't be interested in offering the same leniency he currently is. He'll lose his chance to understand that ring and its strange powers, and the boy will eventually be released back onto the streets, still lacking a fundamental support network and the bare necessities needed for survive.

The best thing to do would be to take him to the Hall of Justice, to actually hear from someone far more knowledgeable about these things than Clark. But that would be a bit of a journey even with his flight speed, and he doesn't think Drake would take too kindly to being unceremoniously dumped in an entirely different country. And England doesn't have any backup LordTech buildings, as far as he is aware...

But a decision has to be made. Even if he'd wanted to spend the rest of his day floating in the sky like this, a restless guest poses a lot of risks he's not prepared to take. He's lucky that Drake has sat still for as long as he has, something Clark is honestly rather proud of him for, but the sudden rise in volume is as good a sign as any that their time up here is rapidly running out. Starting another fight is the last thing he wants.

❝ Listen carefully: You've got two choices. Option one, I keep us up here until that ambulance is completely out of sight. That might take a while, but you'll be let down exactly where I picked you up.

❝ Or option two, you try to calm down, and I'll fly us somewhere else we can land. If you're still hungry, I'll buy you food— ❞ there'd be no more stealing tonight ❝ —and I'll tell you about a few friends I think you should meet. You'll have a chance to show me that you've learned from this experience and won't hurt anyone else. ❞

"Duh. Nothin'. Like money t'buy shite with. If I did, why do y'think tha' I went outta m'way t'do all tha'?" Drake's tone hinting as if Clark was stupid. As if having to explain to him the POINT of stealing to SURVIVE. Drake's eyes fumble down to the ground, the closer the humid, hot air of the English summer night seemed to respond back in kindly as they approach nearer to the ground. Drake doesn't know why he is saying anything at all. Adults are NOT to be trusted. They are NOT to let them help him. Weakness... weakness... damn, you Drake.

"Why do y'care? I've been doin' this long enough t'be foine on m'own." Either Drake DID have a family and was doing this so he didn't burden them, or Drake didn't have anyone at all. Meaning Drake was alone in this cruel and cold world. Drake already got a taste of those adults in power. Selfish. Egotistical. Greedy. Assholes. Every last one of them. Drake's brows furrow. "You ain' m'dad, so go do somethin' else bettah with yur time. I'll figure this shite out on m'own." His own... that word kept cropping up. A signifier that Drake didn't have anyone that could protect him.

Drake's irritation rose up again, that bubbling and itchy feeling. Drake's body felt hot and uncomfortable. He wanted to struggle and fight back. He wanted to NOT BE POWERLESS. The grip around him is strong, but not crushing. He wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. "Fuck... this fuckin'...-" Drake mumbled to himself, trying to cope with this all-body itchiness he's feeling. Skin sweats. Drake's goosebumps were all over him. His expression tightens.

"Let me fuckin' go." An additional mutter, becoming antsy all around. He could threat, but what pose could he actually do to Superman? His fingers tighten and knuckled. "I ain' gonna do nothin! Jus' lemme go!" He exclaims, as if all of a sudden a searing pain entered into his system, making him more and more red flustered in the face. Drake's usually good about keeping his 'louder' side to himself, but ever since he got this damned ring, it was like tenfold more. "I-I.." Drake inhales sharply. "Y'wouldn' get how I feel roight now."

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RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS (2/?)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!   ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

why is it always my fault?

why do people call you that?

do you know anyone here?

how’s your wound?

are you worth a second chance?

after all we’ve been through, why?

when are you going to apologize to me?

you did this? for me?

will you promise me?

can’t you be on my side? just once?

what exactly do you do for a living?

do you even hear yourself?

sorry, what did you say?

did you mean what you said?

can i kiss you?

truth or dare?

are you comfortable?

what were they like?

what time do you want me to pick you up?

how can you say that to me?

how could you possibly think that was a good idea?

did you enjoy yourself?

why don’t you stay over?

why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?

out of everything you could’ve said, why that?

do i know you?

you love me?

how old do you think i am?

why do they treat me like that?

have i ever given you bad advice?

do you want some company?

do you think last night was a mistake?

what are you in the mood for?

do i remind you of anyone?

where were you?

who did this to you?

can i have some cash?

tell me why i should believe a thing you say?

sorry, do you have the time?

why don’t you find out for yourself?

where do you think you’re going?

do you want one?

when am i ever wrong?

who do you think you are?

where are you going to go?

run that by me again?

i don’t know what to say?

can you kill?

why is it never your fault?

would you kill for it?

why did you do this to me?

can you be quiet?

what’s so funny?

why don’t you want to go home?

how are you so calm?

have we met before?

what was it like?

are you seriously asking me that right now?

what’s with the third degree?

you want me?

can you help me?

would you care for a dance?

are you sure you want to spend another night alone?

why do i have to apologize?

what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?

why would they do that?

do you want me to grab dinner?

can you help me bring these in?

how annoying can you be?

how do you think that makes me feel?

why didn’t you fight back?

what are you so afraid of?

can you tell me what happened?

you did this all by yourself?

how can i help you?

how do you sleep at night?

you’re sorry?

how do you keep a secret like that?

what’s going on?

we’re friends, right?

how about i take you home?

why won’t you just listen to me?

you wanna mess around?

what does that eleven mean?

when will you learn?

how could you even ask me something like that?

does it hurt?

why did you do it?

can you hear me?

do you have a ride home?

you’re afraid of the dark?

would you like to try?

why did you do that for me?

you really think i’m beautiful?

is it noticeable?

where did you get all that money?

where did you get this?

do you know what i did?

where did you go?

like what you see?

can i touch you? here?

how many people have you killed?

can i borrow your phone?

can you keep a secret?

do you want us to stop?

where have you been?

another round?

when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?

do you really think that’s a good idea?

what does that have to do with anything?

have you eaten anything today?

why do you think you feel that way?

what happened to them?

what’s your problem?

you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?

have you come to apologize?

do you know who i am?

do you want to be alone?

Originally by moosings, who originally deleted their blog.