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ofrcdrcbins:

   thomas had been in a bit of a daze for the past hour, it was odd- his mind was a confusing puzzle, he kept remembering things but they didn’t fit in with the things that thomas thought he knew. he was mostly stumbling along, wishing that his phone wasn’t dead so that he could get ahold of bruce or dick. 

   however, he bumped into someone and when thomas goes to apologize his eyes move up and land on kon. he feels something pull in his gut- has a flash of a moment- kon hugging him with some redhead that thomas doesn’t recognize yet. but, it’s coming back. the man reaches a hand out to grab kon’s, squeezing it gently. 

    “ no. you’re right where you need to be, superdork. “

 thomas smiles before he’s hugging the other tightly, afraid to let him go again. 

oh.  oh, okay.  kon hadn’t expected that, hadn’t really thought he’d run into tim-thomas here, but it actually makes the whole mess feel a whole lot less intimidating.  his heart thumps in his chest irregularly.  he makes a small noise of surprise, but he hugs him back tightly, hand pressed comfortably to the small of his back.  

        “ you think so ?? ” kon asks, giving a slight smile, but he also hasn’t let go of tim just yet, relieved as he is for just a moment that feels halfway normal. 

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   kon’s had a lot of time to come to terms with some shit about himself.  and then he had some time being dead.  which means he’s never actually gotten around to going to pride.  he also probably has never said the words i’m gay in his life, which means he’s feeling a little bit anxious.  everyone here seems to happy and open and...kon doesn’t know how to be that way yet.  

       --- he’s been told countless times that he’s got the gay fashion thing down already, though, so he’s safe to be here in his superboy costume && one little rainbow flag painted on his cheek by some sweet girl he met earlier with a bunch of brushes.  “ am i in your way ?? ” he asks, barely paying attention, fixated as he is on the festivities.  

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   something feels off inside of thomas’ stomach when the man backs away, as if he’s taking a small piece of the boy with him which is entirely ridiculous because they’ve only just met and thomas isn’t weak in the knees for every top that grabs his face and calls him boy.  

   “ i’m thomas? i don’t know if that helps you. people i like can call me tom. “ 

   he grins at that, smug, because thomas knows he’s attractive even though his clothes are about thirty six hours old and might have a small blueberry stain on the knee of his jeans. the man still can’t look away from the other, memorized by the familiarity of his smile. 

    “ are you on grindr? “ 

an eyebrow inches up towards kon’s hairline slowly but surely.  yeah, you’re goddamn right that’s fucking tim.  no matter what he thinks his goddamn name is, kon knows him.  actually, kon likes to think he knows him better than anybody.  his grin is wider, gaze sharp.  

   “ i could be, ” he drawls.  and he should feel a little guilty.  he does feel guilty, actually.  he shouldn’t be teasing fake-tim like this, but what else is he supposed to do?  if he freaks out and runs, then maybe they won’t see each other again.  

and maybe, just maybe, if kon sticks around, tim will remember him.  also, you know, he’s young && he’s been dead.  so one mention of grindr and he’s a bit more alert.  sue him.  he missed this boy.  “ or i could just give you my number ?? ”

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    thomas was trying to find the bus stop- it was a section of town that he was unfamiliar with and he had no idea where he was suppose to catch this bus to get back to his apartment. he might’ve been mumbling to himself, not that he’d admit to that. suddenly, he was startled back as some fuckin man just slammed to the ground in front of him. 

      the man was incredibly gorgeous. thomas couldn’t help but stare- a bit speechless,  as he felt something pulling in his gut. his face was being held and he was staring into beautiful eyes. “ um, uh. have we met before? “ he asked. “ wait no, we couldn’t have. i couldn’t EVER forget a face as beautiful as yours. “ oh thomas, the irony.  

pump the brakes -- what ??  kon’s whole brain sounds like a car crash right now.  rubber hits pavement at break-neck speeds.  “ i’m sorry what ?? ”  kon drops his hands to his sides, immediately, and then steps back like he’s been shocked.  he can’t figure out the angle here, but his heart is pounding.  

definitely not the reunion he wanted.  not the one he expected, not the one, if kon’s being totally honest, he needs.  but he swallows hard around the stubborn lump in his throat.  yeah, okay.  so this is a new issue.  he can figure this out.  “ must have mistaken you for someone, i guess. ”  he keeps a more respectful distance, now, gives a cocky sort of superboy smile, and extends his hand.  “ call me kon. ”  fake it till you make it, superboy.

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     cassandra was able to read one’s demeanor better than most, picking up on clues via body language to gauge how another was feeling. and just by looking at kon, she could tell there’s confusion that he isn’t voicing. “how’ve i been?” she reiterates, as if it was shocking that he would ask such a… loaded question. “kon… do you remember anything that’s happened?” 

kon cocks his head, shrugs.  “ i mean -- i remember getting beat to death, if that’s what you’re asking. ”  he remembers that pretty goddamn clearly, thanks for asking, miss cain.  “ i remember all the shit before that, too.  but what am i missing ?? ”  dread, unbridled, is building in his gut.  “ are my people okay ?? ”

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oh, thank god !!  kon’s had time to gather enough.  a cursory glance through the news had gotten him at least half up to speed.  and with that came the worry.  if half the world was gone, where were his friends ??  he can’t imagine this world without bart and cassie and tim.  ( he spares a thought for the others, too, but those three are everything to him )  if this world doesn’t have YOUNG, JUST US. then what’s the damn point ??  so when he sees tim, kon doesn’t think to start easy.  it’s tim, and tim is -- a lot to kon, has been a lot to kon for a long, long time.  so there’s no need to go slow, explain his own strange resurrection.  instead, kon just falls out of the sky, boots loud as they make heavy impact right in front of tim.  

        “ i thought i heard you, ” he says, and now that he’s up close, he can hear the strong, intimately familiar sound of tim’s heart in his chest.  kon doesn’t dive in for a smooch, or anything, he’s too cool for that.  he’ll give tim a moment to acclimate, at least, but he does put a hand on either side of tim’s face, more gentle than he’s ever been.  unworried, kon just beams down at tim.  “ how’ve you been, boy wonder ?? ”

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bllackbat:

   with her dance bag tucked beneath her arm and sound-drowning headphones that played the moonlight sonata, cass almost didn’t notice someone was making an attempt to get her attention. though when she sees who the disturbance is from, she’s far from surprised. until she realizes, of course, that this may not be the kon she’s known prior to thanos’s reign. “2018,” she’ll answer, a slight cock of her head to one side. her senses allow her to pick up on his high strung demeanor, most likely stressed or worried about something. and truthfully, cass can’t blame him. “kon?” 

okay, well -- that’s a familiar face.  kon sags with relief a little, at least people still exist, or whatever.  “ cass? ” he asks incredulously.  he’s not in gotham, so what’s cass doing here?  he clears his throat, then tries again.  “ yeah, it’s me -- uh -- how’ve you been? ”  which is not the question he wants to ask.  he wants to ask a thousand more, but he suddenly feels a little awkward.  how does he explain that he’s alive and freaking-the-fuck-out about it?

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hornedjustce:

matt had risen from the dead before, okay maybe not fully but according to all the papers daredevil was killed alongside elektra in the collapse of the building. he should have been dead months ago, remembering how unable he was to leave her side and yet he was still walking the busy streets of new york. when did he start getting lucky? then again the world was kind of a mess so who was he to say. pausing at the voice speaking up, presumably to him, the lawyer turns in their direction taking a brief moment before he speaks. “ june thirteenth twenty eighteen. ”

twenty eighteen, holy shit.  kon has missed a couple years.  that makes his head spin.  he doesn’t even think to thank the stranger for giving him the day, because he’s suddenly feeling very-extremely nauseous.  what the fuck.  “ fuck -- you serious? ” he asks, patting his pockets like he’s gonna find his phonin there.  he hasn’t gotten around to getting a phone, and who would he call anyway?  he wants to know where his team is, where clark is.  “ any chance you know if superman’s around? ”

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sndsmrk:

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋,    a  flurry  of  blonde  hair   &   passive  aggressive   ‘   excuse  me’s    ’  paint  a  perilous  picture.    cassie’s  late  for  another  lecture,    THANKS  TIM   &   BART   !    (   couldn’t  be  sure  it  was  those  two  hogging  bathrooms    ━━   she’ll  blame  them  anyway.   )    PAUSED  AT  A  RED  LIGHT,   finger  carts  through  text  book.   eyes  instinctively  roll  at  question  uttered  to  her  side.   ❛   you  got  a  phone   ?   CHECK  IT.     ❜    sights  dart  up  to  deliver  deadpan  glare,   and  instead  set  to  a  widen.   ❛    …   kon   ?   ❜    brows  pull  up  above  confused  eyes,   face  softens.   ONE  WAY  OR  ANOTHER,   those  lost  to  dust  had  been  popping  up    ━━    sans  memories,   but  alive.   part  of  her  quietly  resents  them.   each  time  another  returned,   cassie  begrudged  the  loss  of  him     ━━    superboy,   conner,   kon.   THEIR  BEST  FRIEND,   (   amongst  other  things.   )   wondered  how  it  was  fair  that  the  hole  left  in  the  titan’s  hearts  would  never  quite  heal  over  whilst  all  around  them  were  reunions.   

&   AND  SOMEHOW,   THERE  HE  WAS.   stupid  question  on  his  lips,   like  two  years  without  him  had  never  gone  by.   book  falls  thoughtlessly  to  her  side.   ❛    it’s   …    it’s   june.   june,   eleventh.    2018.    how  did   …    ?    are   …   is  it  really  ━━   are  you    …    you   ?     ❜   unable  to  will  away  lump  forming  in  her  throat,   cassandra  will  later  notice  streaks  left  in  her  blush  by  the  tears  that  roll  down  freckled  cheeks.    ❛    kon,   DO  YOU  REMEMBER  ME   ?    ❜

     well -- well, kon would know that voice anywhere.  he doesn’t even hear the date, because relief threatens to knock him down.  it steals his breath, and he can’t even think straight.  cassie is, always is, one of his very best friends.  they’re part of the most legendary quartet of all time, frankly.  everything after the four of them - tim, cassie, kon, bart - was incidental.  “ i remember you, ” he says, voice uncharacteristically quiet.  how could he forget cassie ??  

     “ it’s me. ” kon thinks that’s a safe promise to make -- he feels like himself.  he winces when he sees the tears on her face.  without thinking, he pulls cassie into the tightest hug he can manage, arms around her waist, nearly picking her up off the ground.  “ holy shit, it’s so good to see you. ”  and now he’s nearly crying he’s so relieved.  he can feel the familiar beat of her heart, and he feels like the weight of the world is off his shoulders.  goddamn.

      hope swells in his chest again, a familiar friend too.  everything’s okay.  the world hasn’t ended.  kon can find a place in it again.  

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    kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable.  he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero.  standing out is sort of what he does.  but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead – he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to.  so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target.  it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost.  he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best.  he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him.  he feels too big and too small, all at once.  ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. )  fingers twist at an earring anxiously.  what if the world forgot about him ??

 “ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh.  he’s time-traveled before.  he’s been thousands of years in the future.  but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ??  he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.

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    kon isn’t one to let standing out make him uncomfortable.  he’s the loud, brash, and colorful clone of the world’s most iconic superhero.  standing out is sort of what he does.  but kon also isn’t used to coming back from the dead -- he’s pretty sure that’s not the kind of thing you get used to.  so kon’s a little spooked, and suddenly the bright yellow shield emblazoned on the back of his jacket feels like a target.  it’s been a long time since kon felt so goddamn lost.  he can hear too many voices, can’t pick out the ones he knows and loves best.  he’s an itty bitty little speck in a universe that feels like it got way bigger without him.  he feels too big and too small, all at once.  ( god, he’d give anything to see ma right about now. )  fingers twist at an earring anxiously.  what if the world forgot about him ??

              “ hey, you got the date ?? ” he asks, fingers drumming an anxious little beat on his thigh.  he’s time-traveled before.  he’s been thousands of years in the future.  but he’s not the kind of jackass who goes around shouting WHAT YEAR IS IT ??  he’s some kind of jackass, just not that kind.

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   PUNK’S NOT DEAD !!

well, punk’s not dead anymore.  as i play him, kon has been dead for a couple years now.  kon died during infinite crisis when that bitch ass mother fucker gave his whole ass life to protect the world ??  iconique behavior.  

he’s been brought back in the same mess that keeps bringing people back from dust, but he does have his memories.  kon is totally aware of who he is and his past.  he’s very fucking relieved to be back, and he’ll be looking for his friends, regardless of whether or not they actually remember him kjpqijwer.

uh....i’m trying to think about what would be super important about my version of kon.  again, kon is BRAND NEW BACK TO LIFE.  he hasn’t been around for any of the last year and a half to two years-ish?  

i play kon as MOSTLY inspired by his 90s run.  90s kon is best kon, but i also totally understand the importance of his run in smallville.  it was important for him to mature, and i haven’t forgotten all of that development.  but i like to keep true to some of the things that i think made kon the most special during his introduction.

despite this, most of my icons are new-52 because its the easiest to find hq scans of those issues, and im lazy as hell.  i’m super excited to plot with all of you, because kon is literally my favorite comic book character of all time, possibly my favorite character in anything ever.

OH, because fashion is important -- kon still wears a costume largely inspired by his 90s look, and you better believe that bitch has a few piercings.  ALSO also, when things start to come to pass, he’ll probably change his codename from superboy to supernova because i like it.  it’s a little more grown up, and i think he’d want jon (slash-whatever-his-name-is-now) to get to be superboy.  but as of right now he’s not aware of anything that’s been going on since his death, so he’s still superboy. <3