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i hope waylon is getting kissed on the snout for new year's

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2024 is almost over!

With the final month of the year here, it’s your chance to send the mun or muse something you’ve wanted to tell them! Whether you haven’t had the chance to or you’ve been too shy, now’s the time to say what you feel, and don’t hold back!

prompt originally made by: x

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anyway i'm rewatching godzilla minus one and i'm never not thinking about waylon regenerating from just a formless chunk of damaged flesh like in the final scene.

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@babydxhl is the little devil that sits on waylon's shoulder and convinces him to do crime

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christmas is technically over. but chances are if you leave out milk and cookies in gotham, you'll get visited by ✨️ santa croc ✨️

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PROMPTS FROM NORMAL PEOPLE *  assorted dialogue from the book by sally rooney, some lines slightly changed to suit a roleplay format, adjust as necessary

i'm not a religious person, but i do sometimes think god made you from me.

i have a sense that real life is happening somewhere far away, happening without me, and i don't know if i will ever found out where it is or become part of it.

no one can be independent of other people completely.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

he probably won't come back.

what we have now, we can never have back again.

for me, the pain of loneliness will be nothing to the pain i used to feel, of being unworthy.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

people can really change one another.

you should go. i'll always be here. you know that.

generally i find men are a lot more concerned with limiting the freedoms of women than exercising personal freedom for themselves.

most people go through their whole lives without ever really feeling that close with anyone.

life is the thing you bring with you inside your own head.

even in memory, i will always find that moment unbearably intense.

i have never believed i'm fit to be loved by any person.

yes. that was it. the beginning of my life.

it's funny the decisions you make because you like someone.

your whole life is different.

i think we're at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.

if people appear to behave pointlessly in grief, it's only because human life is pointless, and this is the truth that grief revealed.

i don't know what's wrong with me.

i don't know why i can't be like normal people.

it feels powerful to put an experience down in words.

people are a lot more knowable than they think they are.

there's always been something inside me that men have wanted to dominate.

i want my life to mean something.

a lot of the literary people in college see books primarily as a way of appearing cultured.

that's the only part of myself i want to protect, the part that exists inside you.

there's something so corrupt and sexy about it.

i wish you didn't have to go.

i wish you could stay the night.

life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.

literature moves me.

it almost sounds sexual.

you learn nothing very profound about yourself simply by being bullied.

it's time you'll never get back.

time is real. the money is also real.

we've done a lot of good for each other.

the snow keeps falling.

hopefully i have changed, you know, as a person. but honestly, if i have, it's because of you.

he does have immaculate taste.

it's not like this with other people.

[name], would you ever fuck off?

you lean in expecting resistance, and everything just falls away in front of you.

i would lie down and die for you at any minute.

sometimes, someone will make eye contact with me, like a bus conductor or a person looking for change, and i'll feel shocked that anyone can actually see me.

we could be in a room full of people and my eyes would always meet yours, just to find that you had already been looking.

there's something comforting about it, something good about feeling sort of numb, detached from it all.

it was different with you, didn't have to play any games with you. it was just real.

no one is ever gonna hurt you like that again. everything's gonna be all right. trust me.

i love you, and i'm not gonna let anything like that happen to you again.

we have done so much good for one another.

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the vulnerability sofia shows with him is different from the way she interacts with anyone else. he's sure her shrink is taking notes on it somewhere --- when she's not fucking him, that is. yeah, waylon knows. he can smell it on them both, but that's not his business. most things aren't, in truth. he's just doing this as a fuck you to the entire city. to the entire system that failed him so many times over. as for sofia? he likes her enough to want to protect her. she might be the closest he'll ever get to finding someone who can see the world the same way he does.

waylon follows her to the kitchen sink, turning the water on while he waits for it to warm up. he doesn't reply to her immediately; only tests the water with his scaly palm. temperature has become harder for him to gauge. difficult to know if it's hot enough or too hot. when he thinks it's good, he leaves for a moment and then returns with some shampoo. that's when he finally responds. " you ain't got anythin' i want. ain't no point in takin' you out. " he could do it easily enough --- crush her skull in his massive hands right now once she's under the faucet, wrench her head clean off her shoulders with his powerful jaws and swallow her down, down, down until there's nothing left to find. instead he only nods towards the sink and rolls up his sleeves. like they aren't just a pair of monsters playing at normalcy.

❛ Kitchen sink is good. ❜ Her body isn't her own. Her mind belongs to something else. So, it's still a weird thing, to identify that her hair stinks and needs to be washed and actually have the means to do it. She smelled like shit in Arkham, and it was a way of protection, of making herself as ugly as possible so no one would think to touch her. Maybe this is some bullshit way of reclaiming her body. She's fucking Julian, and she is getting her hair done by Waylon, and maybe these are the things that just need to happen so she can feel like a fucking human being again. Maybe.

Will every day always be about power? Who has it, who needs it, who lost it? Sofia shrugs off the jacket from her shoulders, reveals a lacy black top beneath, and walks towards the kitchen sink. She looks at Waylon, and what she says next is the truth. ❛ I won't blame you. If you take your shot at me. ❜ She's not in the business of lying to him. Her eyes search his for an answer to a question she's too cowardly to give voice to. You stop believing in people around the time your own father betrays you.

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*holds you in my mouth perfectly safe between my sharp teeth bc i love you*

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waylon really is your favorite rogue's favorite rogue

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chain-gang all-stars.

dialogue prompts from chain-gang all-stars by nana kwame adjei-brenyah.

make them love a version of you.

if you can gather enough people into one voice, you can do anything.

ask for permission and you're giving them power.

everybody's looking for the same thing in a lot of different ways.

how do you feel right now? what's it like?

stoic as ever.

how'd you get into so much trouble?

you beautiful, heartless bitch.

talkative as always.

it's hard to forget the things that hurt you. you don't often forget the shape of your cage.

a good shave is a kind of love.

we all get good at crying quiet.

there's always more wicked, if you dig deep enough.

you'd be destroyed looking in the mirror, if you weren't already dead on the inside.

i hate what i am, but i love what i can do.

being near you makes me feel safe.

suck my dick, america.

if i go there tonight, i don't know if i'll come back.

christ still loves you, i'm sure.

the horror you make is yours forever.

who told you to go and do that?

you're too good ever to have any kind of worry.

why didn't you tell me when it happened?

i'm asking you to trust me.

i worry because someone has to.

i'm going away. i don't think i'm coming back.

i need some things to be for me and only me.

you're scared of what's new. you're scared of hidden intentions. you're scared of surprises.

it's not like you to be sloppy.

few things bring people closer together than killing as a pair.

i've been silent, but i've never been blind.

i didn't even vote for you.

i've died so many times now, i must be unkillable.

i went to hell and became an artist.

there is always, always a bottom you can't imagine.

it would be funny, if there weren't so much blood everywhere.

you're my emergency contact on everything.

i won't let them touch a hair on your head.

i don't care about you. i love you.

organization is life.

i didn't want to die, but i didn't want to be there.

if you remember your name, i think you'll be okay.

whoever holds the rod is always right.

don't be sorry. make ____ sorry.

everything seems slower than before.

don't hold back your hurt for me.

pain can disappear people.

what are you punishing yourself for?

use your personality. they'll love you.

do you think i'm a person that can be in the world? like, actually?

in a sick world, healthy is strange.

what were you dreaming about?

i don't guess. i know.

sometimes being a leader means carrying things alone.

if you don't have a code, you have nothing.

i didn't make the rules. they made me.

if not now, when?

don't tell me to relax.

be careful who you give your name to. you don't know how they're gonna use it.

what is said about you has power.

how's it feel to be home?

i've been angry for such a long time.

the thing we fear is already here. it's wrong not to try to do better.

literally everyone knows you're a lactose-free pescatarian.

breathe through it. you'll be okay.

i'm a talker. i always have been.

i did it because i could.

i wanted you to see who i was.

what i want for you is to see what you've done and forgive yourself.

forgive yourself. then you can start working on everybody else.

i tell you, and i can't un-tell you. you understand?

what do i have to be for you to trust me?

i thought being back would make me feel something, and it does, but not like i thought.

i feel like this place isn't my home.

if my mother were here, i would tell her to go to hell.

you've been very kind to me.

try to look at yourself and say 'i love you'. then see what happens.

you understand how i feel about you, right?

i don't know what this life is for, but i know it isn't nothing.

i'm happy i got to be part of your story.

it hurts, but it's still mine.

sometimes what hurts you is also what you need.

the bad news is, i forgive you. the good news is, i forgive you.

i know it hurts. see the hurt. feel the hurt. then move.

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don't you hate it when you have a half-baked story idea in your head but you're just not sure how to actually turn it into something?

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I finally made my own palette challenge! Send me, or the artist who reblogs this, a character, pairing or landscape + the name of one palettte to draw!

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letting kaiju waylon destroy gotham's financial district. as a treat.

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@hopefuture trying to live his life vs me about to spam him with the 30 dumbest tiktoks i've seen today

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B O R N T O O T A L L

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holding waylon and the small measure of comfort he found in godzilla in both my hands