#I'm still obsessed with reject clones

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Conner Kent's Obsession with Smalltown!Reader

A/N: I saw a few people liking the Superfam stuff and finally went nuts attempting this Conner bit. I tried. I tried so hard. I added dialogue. I'm used to the YJ Conner, but this is my attempt at Comic Conner. If he's OOC, oops. Yeet. (I attempted to research, I swear.) Might edit this some later.

A/N: I write Reader with an accent. One, cause that's how I talk. Two, cause I like it like 'dat.

A/N: I'm also almost done with Part Seven, but I'm adding dialogue to that too to make the breaking point a tad bit more impactful. I've never really written dialogue before.

Warnings: Slight Yandere themes. Romantic Yandere. (Very subtle.)

Conner’s run-ins with Reader always seemed to piss Tim off. Especially after Tim started researching into Reader. He would occasionally always beg Tim to invite Reader to hang out. And, he would find himself rejected every single time. Before it was probably due to Tim being dramatic. Now, he certain of this, it's because Tim dramatic and jealous overprotective.

On other occasions, he'd just by pass Tim, leaving him to his cases (and creeping) so hecould sneak and bother reader. They’re kinda cute, in his opinion. Of course they call him a big city boy and said he clearly lived off of his daddy’s money. Which was only kind of wrong. But, they way they said it made his a trail of heat crawl down his spine.

After some time had passed, he knew that Tim and the other members of the family were suspicious about him coming to the manor so much. He never tried to hide his reasons There was no point in hiding behind weak excuses. He respected the Bats too much to even think he could fool them. Plus, lying to the Bats was a good way to get stabbed with a kryptonite knife. Even though they had made it pretty clear that they disapproved of him coming around so often, He was still going to keep visiting. Could they really blame him? It wasn’t his fault he was enamored so easily. 

He kept his distance just a bit. Like he was silently (commanded) requested. He could tell he made the newest addition to the family a bit uncomfortable. And, he understood. The clone thing was kinda freaky after all.

Well, at first he had assumed it was because he was a clone. That would make any normal person feel a bit weird. But, then he heard them keep call him that nickname. City boy. The way it rolled off their tongue and how often it was said was clearly a sign. They weren’t bothered by the clone thing. They just didn’t like his personality. He could fix that. That wasn’t that hard. He was adaptable.

So when he approached them again, for the million time, he tried to play up the cool and collected act. Going as far as to emulate the Batman. Which, surprising made the ice break. When they laughed at him.

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"No, seriously why are you acting like that?" You're still giggling at how hard he was trying to play up the serious act. Cause that's all it was. You don't doubt he could genuinely be serious for a moment, but this wasn't one of those moments.

"I'm just letting you see a different side of me, is all." Conner replies, trying to keep it up even though he had been quickly caught.

"You mean the imaginary side, city boy? I didn't realize you liked to play pretend." Another teasing snort. God, how you needed that laugh.

"I'm not pretending."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yes, you are. Don't be lyin' to me now. Or, Imma start gettin' upset."

"Okay, okay... How could you tell?" He conceded after a moment. The way he scratched the back of his head suited him much more than that little Oscar performance he was putting on a few seconds prior.

"I'm observant." Comes the mock arrogant reply. It was hard to give him a cold shoulder when he just made you laugh so genuinely in the last few weeks.

"Oh, look who's playing pretend now." The snark on his tongue doesn't have any heat, but it does bring you some relief. A bit of much needed normalcy.

Maybe it's the fact that the loneliness has slowly crawled into your chest and burrowed it's self deep in that hollow part of you, but it's easy to let your guard down around him for once. You had noticed his efforts to get to know you before, and maybe you let those preconceived notions cloud your little head. But, there was no need for them anymore. The twinge of glee he sparked was enough to burn them away and make you pause before you would rebuild those walls of yours.

"Are you saying I'm not observant?"

"Yep."

"The audacity!" The outrage nothing more than a sham. A simple way to fill the air between them. Cause even if the talk was small, just the hint of it filled something in you. That didn't make your curiosity fade, however. "But, seriously, why are you impersonating Bruce? And in his own house, no less."

The brief silence that washes over you both has you already regretting this. Had it really so long since you've had a proper conversation that you were this out of practice?

When he finally speaks again, it is gives you relief and more regret.

"I just wanted to finally get your attention."

Well, doesn't that make you finally fit in with the rest of your family?

Your tongue brushes over your teeth in an attempt to get the lead coating that made your words weigh heavy in your mouth off of it.

"I'm sorry, Conner. I- I've been smallminded haven’t I?"

"No, I get it. The whole clone thing is freaky." He starts, a light flush on his cheeks. He wasn't expecting an apology, and especially one so soon and so heartfelt.

"Oh, yeah, that... Really it didn't have anything to do with it. I kinda just thought you were a typical concrete jungle flirt. Momma warned me about men like you." You try to hide your sheepishness by adding humor to your voice, praying he catches your sincerity under all the different layers.

He catches something, judging by the beaming smile Conner gives you.

"Really? I had hoped it wasn't, ya know, that."

"Nah, nah. It wasn't. Still, I am sorry." You assume silence is about to befall the pair of you again, but he doesn't let it happen.

"My family owns a farm out in Kansas, you know?" The cheeky grin on his face screams that he's going to be getting his revenge in the form of mild bullying.

"No!" The resounding smack of your palm hitting your forehead nearly echoes in the halls. "I feel even worse now."

"So much for being observant, little detective."

"I never claimed to be no detective. But, I might be more... oblivious then I initially implied..."

Now, it's Conner's turn to guffaw at you.

"The audacity."

"Don't you throw my words back at my. I can't handle it." You can't help by click your tongue. There's hardly any annoyance from your words. "I really misjudged you."

"It's fine! I figured you might still be adjusting to Gotham and the whole Wayne lifestyle. Tim mentioned you're from a pretty small town when I started bugging him about you." He's clearly playing up the charm, but you let it work on you.

"More like I'm still suffering from culture shock." Slowly, you can feel this conversation starting to shift to something deeper than surface level. Things that haven't been allowed into the open air start to ripple underneath.

And, he takes that chance to draw it out.

"Still?" Empathy mixing into his tone. Those icy blue eyes looking incredibly warm. You'd never really taken the time to look at him. Sure, you knew he was attractive. Hell, everyone that seemed to show up at the manor was attractive. But, now you were finally looking at him. Too focused were you in taking in his appearance for the first time, that you completely missed the way those eyes shined with opportunity and desperate want.

"Yeah, still. It's... different."

"Different as in the food's a little weird or different as in the people are a little weird?"

"It's all a little weird, and it's... kinda... lonely?" You can't help the wince. You really don't wanna trauma dump on someone who you had initially misjudged. He didn't deserve that.

But, as he moves closer you can't help it. That desolate part of you longing for comfort when you haven't had it in such a long time and the way he's giving you all this undivided attention when you can barely catch Alfred in the halls these days fills that acute craving in your gut.

"Lonely?" God, the concern in his voice doesn't make you want to cry, but it does make you want to choke

"I... I think it's not here that's different. I think it's me that's too different." The way he sucks a breath in after the words leave your mouth makes you want to backtrack immediately. "I'm so sorry. God damn, am I mess right now."

"No. No. No. You are fine." The reassuring words oddly sound more like a purr, but they capture your attention all the same. "I get it. I really really do."

Why does he have to give you such a disarming smile. He's practically beaming at you now. There's a festering tension blooming around them like spores.

"You are really not helping me fell less like a jerk to you now." The click of your tongue attempting to defuse the budding blooms.

"Hey, if you're feeling guilt... you could, maybe... let me take you out for dinner sometime? Just to make it up to me."

After a stunned moment of thought, you finally find the words to reply.

" Honestly, I'd-"

"CONNER!" Tim's sudden interruption sends the words crawling back down your throat.

"Tim." He calls back in a cool greeting, but he strangely doesn't step back from you. Which is nice. You haven't had anyone close to you other than Dick and a few of your remaining friends at Gotham Academy. And Damian, Cassandra, and Duke get a bit huffy, or in Damian's case murdery, when they are within an arms reach of you.

"Sorry, am I interrupting anything? Conner and I had plans for the day." Tim's pleasant voice sends a wave of unease over you. He's not staring at you when he speaks. Just Conner. It's annoying how he's ignoring you despite you being right. In. Front. Of. Him.

But, then he does finally look at you and his dark grey eyes soften ever so slightly. You're not too mad. Clearly he's exhausted, judging by the bruises under his eyes. There's still a slight reflection in them as he's gaze meets yours, despite how dry the appear. Probably from looking at a computer too much.

"You really shouldn't bother with this guy. He's not worth it." The words are clearly meant to be joking. Casual banter between two close friends. But, you can't help thinking they come off a bit strong.

Conner seems to bristle at them, but he does brush them off.

"That's right, we are hanging out today. Can you blame me for getting distracted, though?" That cocky smirk of his is back, and he actually touches your shoulder. It makes you feels warm, but like a prize at the same time.

All Tim seems to do in response is twitch, but giving nothing away. His grey eyes going steely as they drift to Conner's hand.

When the moment finally passes, Conner lets his hand fall. You can feel it grazing down your back as he pulls away. Slow, like he's trying to strike a match and light something inside you.

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. Just think about my offer and get back to me on it!" Conner calls out as Tim storms behind him. Both heading in the direction of the library.

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As soon as their in the Batcave, Conner can tell he probably pushed it too far. Not that he has any regrets. He finally got somewhere and confirmed all of his previous theories about Reader. They were so adorable apologizing to him, and so deliciously sweet about it too.

He should've realized Tim was watching them, though. Dude was a creep. He maybe his best friend, but he's still a damn creep.

As expected, the rest of the family is also giving him the patented Bat-glare when he sees them. But, as he stated, he has no regrets. He's not stupid enough to stick around, though. He saw Jason loading a suspicious looking green bullet into the chamber of his gun. And, while he knows Tim wouldn't kill him, he's not so sure about the rest of them.

He's confirmed what he's wanted, what he's already suspected. They're absolutely perfect for him and ripe and raw.

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watched through the playthrough of 1000xresist with a growing sense of "was iris groomed? am i the only one getting these vibes at all?" wondering if i was just making shit up but then in the last two chapters they drop all the stuff about mimi having a "special relationship with her" and having alone time with her while talking casually to the commander about having her inseminated, and then later we learned that iris stabbed mimi before calling forth the source to wipe out all other humans on the ship?

and already i was like OH yeah that tracks, sounds like she wasn't just experimented upon but was being sexually abused

and then it went on with my own uncomfortable feelings re the alien/the source itself and how the clones and others referred to iris's relationship to the occupants--fucking them, fraternizing, comparing it to a past boyfriend; and then i realized the jiao picture was a secretary from the source and it still acted enamoured of her and offered her massages; and then i thought of all the glimpses we get of iris's exhaustion and dissociation and lost time after every communion with the source and how closely it mirrors victims of csa's own dissociation. and how even as she abused her daughters she refused the source access to them (much to its chagrin)

and THEN secretary and the source got to talk directly and the way the source talks about iris. flat out having isolated her, targeting her bc she was an alienated and unpleasant teenage girl, calling her "my iris", practically slobbering at the thought of using her, and then secretary says "you communed with her" with the same horror one would say when they heard of a rape; and the source continues on about how iris is always going to belong to it, same as secretary and other clones--because iris's children and the source's children, by default, belong to the source

because iris was groomed and abused, first abused by her mom who herself suffered trauma and was rejected by her own mother, then her peers in a racist environment, and then experimented upon and used by the soldiers and very likely groomed and sexually abused by mimi, and then the source comes in and swoops her up, a flower ready to be plucked. it keeps asking her to get access to her own children, her sisters--"to the very end, she was so protective of her sisters. she never allowed me to listen in."

and she was still. ALLMO. she was still horrific to youngest/principal. she was forever emotionally and physically frozen in the limbo of being 17-18 and traumatized while being groomed by both an older scientist with absolute power over her, and then by an eldritch alien force who saw her emotions and trauma as something to consume and preserve in itself, that demanded more and more to the point that she began to lose sleep and time and sense of reality. when principal comes to her, she acts like they last spoke a month ago instead of a millennia. did she know? did she know her act of rage and lashing out would create a monster? was she so lost in the communion and abuse by the source that she didn't even notice the time pass? did the simulacre of jiao the source made to assuage her guilt and ptsd lie to her? i'm obsessed. iris kwan jesus christ

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Part 2/4. Enjoy 😍🙏🏾

Warnings: fem!reader, demon reader, sub reader, pleasure dom Douma, pleasures dom Karaku, double penetration (2 pp's inside pussy),dirty talk, oral (reader receiving), nipple play, reader is mentioned to have sensitive nipples, Dacryphilia, squirting

There is only one demon that has ever entered Douma's temple, and it is his lord, Muzan. Not only is this temple very well hidden from demon slayers, especially at a hashira level but it is also filled with humans, also known to known to be Douma's "Disciples," or as others would refer to them as cult members.

Muzan only came to Douma's temple once to turn him into a demon and invite him to report back to him about his search for the spider lily and the ubuyashki family. Douma practically gave up trying to invite the other upper ranks to his temple, but faith brought you to keep this demon company.

Douma became obsessed with you. A demon weaker than himself willingly to care for him and teaching him new things, especially how to love? He definitely kept you as his woman. He practically begged muzan to let you stay at an upper moon meeting. Although douma is disliked by muzan, he still wanted special treatments like Akaza and Kokushibo. Even if it meant you were just sitting there. Douma just wanted you to be everywhere with him.

Once the meeting was done perusal, you watched as muzan disappeared. You are sitting next to douma and looking over to see him try and make small talk to Akaza again. You hold back a laugh to see him quickly get rejected, but before you could comfort your boyfriend, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. Your eyes change direction to see the same, emerald eyed demon in font of you in the distance get a look at you.

It didn't make you uncomfortable. However, it did disappoint you how he'd turn his head away and act like nothing just happened. Is it because you're with douma?. You turn to your boyfriend and touch his hand "Douma I've been meaning to ask you something." You leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

"Mm?" Douma smiled, leaning closer to you, and chuckles softly when he felt your breath touch his ear lobe. "There's an upper rank who stares at me a lot. I'm not mad, but what's his name?" You ask and tilted your head to the side and made eye movements to indicate who you're talking about without making it obvious.

Douma's eyes followed but only saw the 4 clone brothers standing together. "Try to be more specific. y/n there's 4 of them," douma asked, making you groan in response. "The one with green eyes." You grabbed doumas cheeks and turned his head in Karaku's direction.

"Ah, that one. I believe his name is... Karaku, " douma said. You turned his face back to you to meet your gaze again. "He's quite handsome, isn't he?" You continue to whisper. "More handsome than me?" Douma fake pouted and held your hands. "Of course not. However, you did tell me to pick out a handsome or beautiful demon to do that with, right?"

Douma's pout slowly turned into a smirk. "Still thinking about the 3some i mentioned?" His hands go from regularly holding your hands to slowly Intertwining his fingers with yours. "When I first suggested a 3some, I didn't think you'd pick a male demon. You must like it rough, don't you y/n?" Douma let's out a light chuckles at how easily you fluster at his question. "I approve." Douma, let's go of your hands and picked himself up from the floor.

"Douma-" you sighed and kept yourself remained on the floor since it was only you two plus the 4 clone brothers in the infinity castle. You didn't hate Douma's boldness to approach Karaku, and it's not like you disliked the idea of a threesome. You just felt a little shy to be exposed in front of two male demons.

Even though this is something new to you, the excitement couldn't stop growing inside you. Two big, handsome musclar demon men handling you however they wanted? The idea couldn't stop making you rub your legs together as you watched douma approach the clone brothers. Hantengu's clones weren't known to be very tall, so when douma approached them, he easily towered over them and looked down with a big smile, and had his eyes closed.

"Karaku is your name, right?" Douma asked, having the four clones' brothers speechless to have upper 2 approach them. The three turned their heads in Karaku's direction and made him realize douma is speaking to only him. "That's correct. I didn't think you'd remember my name, Lord Douma." Karaku had his usual smile and spoke in a formal tone to the demon ranked way above him.

"I'd like to invite you to my temple!" Douma cheerfully asked and grabbed both his hands before Karaku could realize and even startling him a little bit. You got up and walked over and tapped douma lightly on his back. "Calmer approach, darling." You lightly smirk at Douma's approach.

You felt a little more confident now being this close to Karaku and even giving him a flirtatious smile. "Sorry. It's not every day I get to see my beloved comrades," douma laughed a let go of Karaku's hands. "There's something I want to do and requires a handsome demon for this task. Can you come to my temple?"

Karaku felt his cheeks heat up from just the compliment and lightly laughed, almost letting himself get flustered. It didn't help that you also gave him that flirty smile and made him smile ear to ear "yeah I'll come. Sounds exciting," he said and then got pinched on the arm, hard by Sekido, making Karaku cleared his throat.

"I accept your invite, Lord douma," Karaku said. In a second, Karaku's feet were lifted from tue ground, and his eyes widened, realizing he was just easily picked up by Douma. "Great! Ah, I'm so excited! Isn't this wonderful y/n? Isn't it!?" Douma asked, still holding Karaku in his arms and his brothers, watching what's going on before them and them feeling fear for the first time.

"This is exciting, but please, put him down." You reached to touch doumas biceps and gave the clones a reassuring smile to try and erase their fear. Karaku was put down, and you took a step in front of him. "I will be at the temple as well, so I look forward to your arrival. My name is y/n," you bowed. "I'll definitely be there. My name is Karaku." He smirks and bowed as well.

"We must get going now since my disciples will arrive at the temple shortly. When you come tomorrow, there will be demons and some humans escorting you on your way there. I'll see you tomorrow night!" Douma took your hand and waves. "Bye-bye. See you tomorrow, " he said, and you waved as well and began to leave with Douma. "Tomorrow night! See you Karaku!" Douma said, far away and kept repeating his words until he wasn't heard anymore.

"Alright, let's go home. The meeting is done so." Karaku put his hands on his hips and stretched with a wider smile than usual. "You're a fool." Sekido snarls. "Can common sense go into that brain of yours and take this seriously? You didn't even ask what he needs you for," Sekido said and poking at Karakus head until it hurt. Karaku just playfully slapped his hand away and laughs. "You're the one taking this too seriously, Sekido. It sounds fun, and i forgot to ask. I'll just figure it out when i get there," Karaku said.

"You're right, but aren't you a little worried? Well, if anything happens, it's not like you'd die, but still.. how sad," Aizetsu said. Urogi groans, "You guys are such buzz kills," he said and put his arm around Karaku. "I'd kill just to be in that temple. Do you know how many pretty human women there are in his temple? It's just rumors, but it's gotta be true," Urogi said, putting his arm around Karaku. "It sounds so much fun and exciting. I'm jealous of you. Don't listen to the, it'll be fu, n" Urogi sai, and Karaku put his arm around Urogi aa well "damn right it will be!"

"Fucking idiot's..." Sekido snarled.

Sundown came to an end the next day. Karaku said his goodbyes to his brothers, and they stayed outside until they could no longer see Karaku once he walked into the pitch black forest. The temple would've been impossible for Karaku to find on his own if it wasn't for regular demons dressed in clut like clothing and their faces covered to lead the way.

For once, Karaku wasn't talkative on his journey there. Most likely, since this is the first time, he's going somewhere without his brothers, especially Sekido. Karaku wasn't necessarily worried, he is very calm about the situation but still thought back on what Sekido said. Maybe it was better for him to ask what he's needed beforehand. However, it's too late now, and he will have to find out for himself.

"We have arrived," the demon guide said. Karaku snaps out of thought, and his eyes squinted to adjust to the lighting after coming out of the pitch black forest. Karaku raised his eyebrow in confusion to just see a bald man along with two women behind him. "You must be karaku. Lord Douma has told us about your arrival," the bald man said and bowed along with the two ladies.

Karaku held back his demon urges to not hurt or eat the humans in front of him since Douma's cult followers were important to him, and he wouldn't want to upset Douma when he just arrived. Karaku didn't bow back to a human and just grinned "well I hope I'm the only demon named Karaku," he said and placed his hand on his hip, then took a look around the outside building.

Karaku turned back to the demon who led him here. "Hey you. Your guiding skills suck. This is just a bathhouse," he laughed. The bald man in front of Karaku pulled out a letter from behind him and handed it to Karaku. The letter is from douma. He didn't need to see a name to know it was from douma. The symbol of a fan was enough.

The note said, "Oh! Forgot to mention something! Anyone who comes to my temple is required to take a bath. Not because you stink or anything but because I just think everyone feels nice after a bath! Enjoy, Karaku."

"...I can't tell if he's being genuine or if he thinks I stink." Karaku said to himself and crumpled up the letter and put it in his pocket. "Follow me this way, sir," the bald man said and started to walk inside the bathhouse. Karaku followed behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Do I stink??" He asked the man. "It's only normal for a demon to smell like the outside. It's okay," he answered honestly and left Karaku shocked.

Karaku was happy the bathhouse was empty. He scrubs his skin with a cloth and the soap he picked out in frustration. "Demon's do that baths. We just can't get a moments peace because of demon slayers," he said to himself and picked up a bucket of water to dump on himself to wash the soapy bubbles off his skin.

He then goes into the huge tub and has half of his body submerged in the water up to his nose, where he starts to create bubbles in the water and continues to sulk. Once he came out to dry his skin off, the same man was waiting for Karaku in men's changing room and handed him a new kimono.

".... Where's my hakama pants? And my Yuigesa harness," Karaku asked. "That has been put in the wash. These are clothes, Lord douma picked out for you and insisted you wear them," the man said, making Karaku look at him in disguste. "Is there a problem?" The man asked and felt concerned. "Yeah, I'm being forced to look like my older brother by covering myself up!" Karaku raised his voice.

Eventually, Karaku put on the kimono that covered him more than he liked, and it took a lot of convincing from the man to make him put it on. Other than being fully clothed, Karaku was amazed at how big the temple is and how many human women there were.

They were frightened to see a demon here, especially seeing Karaku's large horns, cracks in his face, and his dark green eyes. Karaku knew the human woman and men were doumas cult members and he could see them trying to be respectful since Douma was the one who invited him but he could see the fear in their eyes which only made Karaku lick his lips and trying to hold himself from having a food feast. He's here on an important task, not for food even though that was killing him inside.

"Lord Douma is in his bedroom along with Ms. Y/n. I will take my leave now." The man pointed down the hall with a red carpet and then bowed. As the man left, Karaku held out his hand and was about to ask something but sighed once he left.

Karaku started to walk to Douma's room. The walk down the hallway was normal, but the vibe quickly changed until Karaku heard muffled moans. He stopped close to the door, too close for comfort, but he only took a small step back and listened some more. Those were definitely your moans. A smirk curls on his face and his hand, making its way down to his crotch, almost like he's controlling himself. "Maybe this is a bad time to come here," he whispers to himself and palms his dick softly through his kimono.

Karaku lets out a deep yet quiet sigh before taking another step back away from the door. "Oh, is that you, Karaku?" Douma's voice called out from the room. Karaku's eyes widen, and your moans stop, which makes him holt his hand from palming himself. "I almost couldn't sense you," Douma sarcastically said. "Come in, come in," Douma said in a welcoming and non threating tone. Karaku hesitant for a moment and having his leaf behind his back.

He placed his hand on the door knob and gripped it , turned it slowly, and opened the door. Karaku's mouth hung open in a small 'o' shape at what he just opened the door too. He sees your naked more, shiny, and moisturized over Douma's lap. Douma had his kimono down to his hips and his chest, looking the same as you and clearly showing your body covered with body oil.

You softly moan, slipping your hips side to side on Douma's lap. Karaku wonders what you're getting off to until he heard a buzzing sound and then looked to see a small remote in Douma's hand. "I didn't know you were into stuff like that y/n. What a nice side to see of you," Karaku said, making you whimper softly in response.

"I didn't know if I should've come in since I heard moans. Or do you guys get off to someone hearing you guys go at it?" Karaku chuckles and makes Douma laugh in response. "I did plan for you to hear that, but i don't think it's a kink. Now close the door," Douma said and spanks your ass making you yelp. "Let's have a talk." He said.

Karaku's smirk grows wider seeing how you reacted to that spank and shuts the doot behind him. Douma caresses where he spanked and grabbed your ass, smirking at how smooth and slippery your skin is with the oil on your body and how your hips move side to side in his grip "D-douma please~ I'm gonna cum again-" you whine but then cut off by a hush from douma.

Douma places his finger over his lips to hush you again. "Not yet, y/n. Hold it in until Karaku and I are finished talking, okay?" He teases and watches your head fall into the pillow, too quiet yourself. Karaku clenches his teeth together as he watches as your hips move in circles from the vibrator and your feet pushing back and forth in the air. "Would you like to have a 3some with us?" Douma asked and started to take you off his lap.

Karaku was taken back by the question but answered honestly. "Yes, but... why me? Wouldn't you rather Lord Akaza or Lord Kokushibo for this?" Karaku asked and looked up at douma once he was close enough to speak one on one. "I have, but they always turned down the idea." Douma's head tilts down a little in fake sadness, "y/n also had no interest in them. Just you. She loves the way you look at her and suggests you should join us in a 3some," he said.

Karaku's eyes softened, knowing you enjoyed when he looked at you and even gave him an ego boost. He looks over in your direction and sees your head peeping up from the pillow and then quickly hiding your face again once he notices you. "Can't be all shy now. I'm into you too, princess, " Karaku smirks. "Y/n maybe shy at first, but once you touch her, she's not as shy as she may seem," douma said, making Karaku more excited.

Douma stepped to the side to make Karaku more visible to you. "y/n, look here for me," Douma said, and you turned your head to look at the demon men by the door. Douma's hand grips on Karaku's jaw, hard enough to make him open up his mouth. He stuck two fingers in Karaku's mouth and clipped his two fingers down on Karaku's tongue to pull it out slowly. Karaku almost gagged at the sudden touch and sticks his tongue out to make it easier.

"Look y/n it says "pleasure" on his tongue," Douma said and ran his nail down Karaku's tounge tattoo. You watched and saw the drool beginning to fall from his tongue to moisturize it. "I was right to pick you." You licked your lips and got up from the bed and made a finger motion for Karaku to come closer.

Douma gave Karaku a little push, and he walked closer towards you. Karaku makes the frist move and grabs at your hips and his hands slowly going up to cup your boobs "you're body is so beautiful" he said and rubs his thumbs over your nipples and watches you jump from his touch. "You were right to pick me. I'll make sure to have you cumming all night" Karaku said and sticks out his tounge

"I can't wait~"

Karaku cups your cheek with his hand. He looks into your eyes and watches you try to keep them open once he puts his knee between your legs while having a hand on your back to support you. "This vibrator is such a tease, isn't it?" He asked and rubbed his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod and your brows knit together, desperate to cum.

"It was just new something to try out," Douma said innocently, but you knew this was planned to tease you. "Let's keep it in there," Karaku said and pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. Douma goes back to sit on the bed with your back facing him. Douma's nails touch your back and slowly go down, making you shiver from his touch and then feel his soft kisses on your back, leading up to your shoulders.

You moan in Karaku's mouth from the feeling of Douma's nails, which gave Karaku the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, tasting your tongue and feeling your heavy breath with his. Your legs tensed when Karaku's fingers pressed on your clit tightly and your hands grip onto his kimono.

Karaku started to rub your clit in small circles but from being edged on before Karaku came in the room, you couldn't hold yourself back from releasing an early orgasm. Karaku swallows your moans in the kiss for the moment and then chuckled as he pulled his lips away from yours. "That was quick. Did it feel good? Of course it did," he said and made his fingers slip past your folds to grab the vibrator, slowly pulling it out.

"You're so wet the vibrator was already falling out of you but you're already too fucked out to realize that huh?" Karaku laughed and began to take his kimono off. "Don't like the clothes?" Douma asked. "I prefer to have no shirt." Karaku said but stripped down to nothing. "Have you ever tried this oil? It's good for the mood," you breathlessly asked and walked to the small desk next to the bed with slight wobbly legs after your second orgasm.

You purposely bent down in front of them to pick it up, then held it in your hand and turned around to show Karaku. "Heh. Can't say I have tried that. Why don't you come here and put it on me?" Karaku said and held out his hand for you. "I'm coming. I'm coming," you joked and took his hand and gasped when he pulled you into his arms. You couldn't help but smile and admit that it was very smooth yet romantic.

"Tell me how his body feels y/n," Douma said and watched you squeeze the oil body to let it fall in your hands. You rub your hands together and start by touching his biceps and then the rest of his arms. "His skin is so warm for a demon. His pretty tanned skin also looks beautiful... especially being oiled up like this." You giggled softly and continued to rub his arms and then move your hands to Karaku's chest.

"I love his chest..." You whispered to yourself and rub the oil on his pecs. Karaku flexed his pecs making you both chuckle and you shake your head "and his abs look perfect" you said sliding your hands down his pecs, down to his sides and giving his waist a little grab and then feeling his abs. "You're forgetting to compliment something eles" Karaku takes your hand and makes it go lower fo touch his hard cock.

"Right, I can't forget this," you said and touched it lightly. "Is it bigger than mine?" Douma teased "n-no... but you two do look the same size. It's big, " you confessed, making both of the demon men chuckle at your cuteness. "Come here, darling." Douma pulls off the rest of his clothing into the floor and lies down and patting next to him on the bed.

Karaku hopped onto the bed and laid down on the other side and made just enough room for you to lay in the middle. As you put your knee up on the bed and jump up, douma gives your ass another spank. Once you've gotten in the middle, Douma makes the first move by cupping your tit.

"Let's see of we can make you cum by just sucking on these nipples" Douma said and plays with your harden nipple between his fingers. "Just look at her shaking already," Karaku said and scooted himself down for his mouth to be at your nipple and give it a light lick. Your eyes closed, and your mouth opens slightly to let out a soft moan. "Keep going..." You begged.

Karaku hummed as he grabbed your tit in his hand and behind to lick your nipple. He starts off with light, wet licks and watches as your nipples harden and smirks in satisfaction before being in to kiss and suck on your nipple. Douma continued to tease your nipple with his fingers and even use his nail to poke at the center of your nipples and smirks at you, arching your back already.

Douma begins to grope your tit and then gives you a kiss before getting to Karaku's level to lick your other nipple. Your legs rub together, and your bottom lip folds in your mouth, biting it with soft whimpers escaping you. Douma lied though, he did want to make you cum from just playing with your nipples but he couldn't help his hand from making its way down to your pussy.

Karaku follows, and they both shrink their nails on their middle and ring finger so they don't hurt your pretty pussy with their sharp nails. Douma slips two fingers inside easily from your wetness and begins to finger fuck you while Karaku places his fingers back on your clit, this time making faster circular motions on your clit.

"O-oh fuck!~" Your mouth hangs open, and your heavy breaths mixed with moans leave your throat with your head pushed back into the pillow harder. "That it. Cum for us" Karaku said, giving your nipple a soft bite and flicking his tounge on your nipple while rubbing your clit faster with more pressure on it. "Let go darling~ cum on my fingers" Douma curls his fingers thrusts them inside you faster until it made soft clapping sounds.

Your body joints and your thighs flex as you cream on Doumas fingers. "Fuck~, let me taste her," Karaku sits up, making his way between your legs. "W-wait, I just came," you moaned when douma pulled his fingers out of you and watched as Karaku lays on his stomach and 6 his head between your legs.

Karaku makes a 'V' shape with his fingers to spread you open. He smirks at your pussy throbbing and sticks his long tounge and making its way inside your pussy. "Karaku!" Your thighs quickly close in on his head and your hands grabbed onto his hair. You felt his tounge lick around your inside and tasting you just like he said he would.

"Open these legs darling" Douma said but before you could comprehend his words he places his hands on your knees to force your legs open himself "I know you can cum for us again. I wanna see it." He said. Karaku sneaks his hands under your ass to lift your lower half up and sits himself on his knees so that douma can help him hold your lower half up and turn his head to the side to lick at your clit.

Your body is folded in half at this point. Your hands gripping onto the sheets smd your teeth clnechrd together akth your euss shut with loud moans. "C-cumming! Cumming~" you groan slightly with a loud moan as your stomach tightens, your clit thobbing and your insides squeezing Karaku's tounge in until you cum.

Your eyes were still shut once your lower half was back onto the bed but then quickly opened when you felt a hand tapping on your cheek. "Don't pass out on us yet, darling," douma said while caressing your cheek. "You haven't even been stuffed yet. Where's the fun in that" Karaku said and you watched him stroke his cock in front of you.

"I have an idea. Let's stuff her pussy with both our cock at the same time" Douma suggested with a big smile on his face. You were dumbfounded at the idea. How is that even possible? Their big cock fucking your pussy at the same time? You thought this was a joke until you heard Karaku's dark chuckle. "Sounds like a great idea" he laid down and taps his thigh "come here princess and get on my cock" he said.

"I-i don't know if this will work.." You nervously said as you claimed on top of Karaku. His hands caress your hips softly. "It will. You've been prepared enough to handle two cocks don't be so worried princess. Now come here" Karaku said and watched you lean forward.

The oil is still on your bodies, so when your tits met Karaku's chest, it was slippery, but your tits still rested on his chest just fine. Karaku reached his hand down to grab his cock and slides it through your folds and watches you moan softly "your voice is so sexy. Let me hear you moan like a slut on my cock y/n" Karaku grunts as his tip pushes inside you and thrusts the rest of his length inside you.

You let out broken moans at how easily his cock pushed its way inside you. "Karaku, Karaku~" You look down at him with glossy eyes and bit your bottom lip softly when you felt Karaku's hands on your ass. "Crying already? I haven't even moved yet" he chuckled and grabs you ass cheeks to spread you open until you heard your pussy make a small wet sound as Karaku opened up more.

You look over your shoulder with knit eye brows to see douma behind you. "Look at that~" Douma moaned as his tip rubs your hole with Karaku's cock inside you. "Be a good girl and let me in darling" Douma sticks out his tounge to let his saliva fall off it and onto your pussy. Douma then slowly pushed his tip in, making you jump at the feeling and then letting out hitched breaths as Douma pushes his length inside your pussy.

"Almost in~ haa you're so tight." Douma moaned while grabbing both your ass cheeks. "Dose it hurt?" Karaku asked and kissed your chin while his fingers rub your clit softly. "N-no. It's just so big~" You moaned and then looked up to see Doumas sadistic smile. Douma makes a final thrust with a satisfied moan as he gets his cock inside you.

"C-come on." You wiggle your hips and place each of your hands at the sides of Karaku's head. "How needy," Douma comments while thrusting his hips slow and gives your ass a spank. "Fuck~, she's clenching down on me harder when you spanked her." Karaku lets out a dry laugh, followed by a moan and thrust his hips upwards."You like that, dont you?" Karaku asked and spanks your thighs

"I-i d-aaah~ I doo~. Haa m-ore faster!" You slur your words, mixed with whines as you felt their thick cocks already hitting your spot. Douma bends down and gives your ear a light kiss. "Like this?" Douma whispered in your ear with soft grunts as his thrusting started to get faster. "Just like~" you let out a long whine and look at Karaku "you too, fuck me faster~ please" you begged.

"Already on it," Karaku grabs your hips, and his upwards thrusts sped increases. "Heh, I don't have to worry about my c-cock slipping out. Huh~" Karaku moaned while watching your tits bounce in his face "your pussy is clinging into us I don't think we can pull." He said lifts his head up slightly to catch your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it.

Your back arches and your legs begin to shake with your sensitive nipples being played with again to push you to another orgasm. "How dose it feel to be stuffed with two cock in your pretty pussy darling. Oh, I know you love it~ love it so much you want us both to fill you up, mm?" Douma's thrusts became harder, making your body jerk forward but he bends down to have his fingers rub at your clit.

"T-too much!~" You let out a loud gasp with tears rolling down your cheek as you began to let out high-pitched moans. "Too much? Aah~ but it feels so good, doesn't it darling? Think you'll squirt for us?" Douma whimpers softly in your ear, getting close but continues to fuck your pussy hard while over stimulating your clit.

"Fuck yeah you are" Karaku clenches his teeth as he watched his cock thrust inside your sloppy pussy. Your pussy felt so good, he wanted to cum so badly but his realse would only feel better once he sees you squirt. "You're gonna squirt on our cocks like the slut we are training you to be." Karaku said, digging his nails into your thighs and his brutal thrusts fucking you harder and harder.

They seemed to get off from your tears, your high-pitched moans, and how your body shakes when they over stimulate you. It became so much you couldn't even announce that you're cummimg. You could only hang open your mouth scream in pleasure as you released the clear white liquid Douma and Karaku have been demanding you to let out.

It didn't stop there. As you're squirting they continue to fuck you through your orgasm "what a mess your making on my stomach, and you're still going." Karaku moaned watching your liquid drip on his stomach. "A-and on my thighs, fuck~ y/n, y-y/n~" Douma moaned your name repeatedly until he, and Karaku cum inside of you.

It finally came to an end.

The two demon men ride out their orgasms until they stop for a moment. "Felt good?" Douma asked, and you nodded your head. You opened your eyes and calmed your heavy breathing down but then noticed that they're still inside you. "Guys?" You questioned only for Douma and Karaku to let out a dark chuckle.

"I'll feel sadness for the first time if it's over already," Karaku said as he caressed your cheek and then slipped his thumb in your mouth to play with your tongue. "We've only made you squirt once. We have to keep going until you can take it anymore, " Douma said and kissed your neck. "Let us fuck you to sleep since the sun will rise in an hour. Won't you let us?" Douma asked and bites your neck.

It wasn't over, but it wasn't a bad idea. You weakly grin, still wanting to be fucked dumb by these two until you sleep.

[amaramizuki666]

Shared sensation part.3

Danny couldnt feel his link anymore, his bond had completely dissolved when he died. Now even if him and his soulmate reconnected they could never revive their bond.

Danny still only felt numbness, well exept when he got electrocuted, hit with ghost hunting tech, or hurt with ecto plasma. Yeah not the best to feeling to only feel pain, but sometimes danny felt the pain was the only thing that kept him grounded.

It's been 3 years since he became phantom and 2 years since he became ghost king. And danny has learned a lot about being a ghost. Like 1) ghosts where suposed to still have their soulmate in death. The reson Danny aparntly didnt keep his bond was because he was rejected, at least that is what frostbite told him.

2) ghosts are very protective of their soul bonds and danny is no exception to this. He feels his core screaming for its other half every second of every day. Somedays the only thing keeping him going is his protection and space obsession. But still somedays it felt like he was going to go insane.

At one point he tried to order clockwork to tell him where his soulmate was so he could find him and try and convince him they could still be togeather even without the ties of their soul bond. He wanted to tell his soulmate he would do anything for them, he would protect him if he stayed with him no matter the cost.

"Danny?" Sam questions looking at him with concern "you good?". Danny blinked and nodded, they where currently in Danny's lair in the zone because after his parents found out about him being phantom they didnt take it well and let's say the GIW got involved.

"I'm fine sam, I just feel empty" danny says leaning back into his throne. "I understand danny, when the GIW blocked mine and tucker's bond it felt like my world was ripped away, it felt like my soul was in a void, I dont know how you are still sane" sam says sitting in her own throne to his right.

As a members of phantoms council she, tucker, jazz, even wes had their own thrones beside danny. "I'm not sure if I sould call myself sane, my morals have become very sewed to human standards" danny sighed. "Well you got rejected by your soulmate, died, got cloned by a frootloop, and got vivisected by your parents plus some. I'd say it's only fair your morals are fucked" sam states.

Danny chuckled "how is elle?" Sam inquired "oh shes good, in Rome right now" danny says happy to share what is going on with his daughter. Elle was made from his DNA, his ectoplasm, she is his daughter and one of the only reasons he hasn't gone off the deep end yet.

Danny held the goblet of ecto dejecto to his lips when he felt it. Cold and smooth metal in his hand. Danny froze "danny what's wrong?" Sam asked concerned. "Its cold" danny mumbled "what-" "sam I can feel the cold, the texter of the goblet, how-" danny questioned.

He stated at the goblet in his hand in amazement. Danny felt his core whirl in utter joy. "How?" Danny asked no one in particular.

Danny felt it. His bond was back strong and fresh, but that wasnt physicly possable. It goes aginst everything. His soulmate rejected him, he died whith the rejection, it is impossible for their bond to reform. So how is his bond back.

You know what. Danny doesn't care how. He has his other half again. And by the ancients he refuses to loose them again. "Sam tell the others I'm taking momentary leave. You and tucker will be in charge while I'm gone" danny orders and she nods without questions.

Danny rose from his throne. He will fine his soulmate. And nothing was going to stop him.

part. 2

Part 4

[laughhardrunfastbekindsblog]

I've been reflecting recently on why I love Bad Batch SOOOO much (no, seriously, I've been obsessed since the show first started airing and my obsession isn't fading anytime soon) while also still having some issues with the finale. And I think it's because the story reminds me so much of my own family. (Note: my ramblings in this post do get personal.)

I loved Clone Force 99 from the moment they were introduced in The Clone Wars. A band of clone misfits who are instantly recognized as different but also are close to each other and work together seamlessly with plenty of banter? Give me more! The amazingly resilient Echo is brought back and of course joins them? YES!!! So when it was announced that the Bad Batch would be getting their own show, I was thrilled! Yay for more crazy sibling shenanigans!

And then season 1 happened, with the squad almost immediately fracturing amidst all the changes occurring with the rise of the Empire. Ooof, hello reality.

I grew up in a large family with lots of siblings. We were all super close (and kinda crazy 😂) growing up; as we've become adults, however, personality differences have led some of my siblings to stop talking to each other which then bled over into them not talking to anyone else in the family. Not gonna lie, the past few years have been really hard, trying to figure out how best to navigate things so as to not push any of my siblings away but also give them their space.

Needless to say, I saw my family reflected in the Bad Batch. The Bad Batch were so close for so long, and then started falling apart. When Crosshair not only wouldn't go with his family in the season 1 finale but also seemed to be rejecting Hunter's statement that they could pursue different paths without being enemies, my heart broke even more. I know it will be a long time - if ever - that my own family members all reconcile with each other, so I really wanted this little clone family, at least, to get that chance. (Living out my hopes and dreams in fiction, I guess?)

Season 2 continued the season 1 trend of showing us both sides in such a sympathetic and nuanced way. I like to try keeping an open mind and seeing a situation from different angles/POV, both in real life and with fictional stories; so I think a big part of the reason why I adore this show is because it gave us the opportunity to consider both the main squad's AND Crosshair's perspectives, which honestly was a great exercise for me over the past few years in keeping an open mind regarding my own siblings' experiences and opinions (even if I don't always agree with them). And I was still holding out hope that this little clone family would have a chance to reconcile and be whole again.

And then Tech fell.

I'm crying right now just thinking about it.

(Tech was my favorite OG CF99 member since the moment he first stepped on screen, so his death would have been excruciatingly painful regardless; but the fact that he apparently died before the family could be fully reconciled... Well, I already know such a scenario - someone dying before reconciliation - is sadly possible with my own family, but having it happen to this fictional family just hit WAY too close to home, and I would have been equally devastated about this if any other Bad Batcher had died.)

Going into season 3, I knew there was a chance Tech wouldn't come back, much as I wanted him to. I LOVED watching Crosshair build a relationship with Omega, rejoin the family and reconcile with his other brothers, but... Tech is his brother too! With each passing episode, it was a struggle between hoping Tech would come back so the family would actually get their chance to be whole again, while also looking for any closure, any indication that Tech's memory and legacy would be acknowledged and honored by all the siblings he'd sacrificed himself for. I wanted Tech to be alive to get his own happy ending for his own sake, but if a comeback wasn't happening I wanted his life and sacrifice to clearly serve as an influence and motivation for his family. And for his siblings' sake (ESPECIALLY Crosshair's), if Tech was really dead and there wasn't going to be a full reunion, at least let the whole family heal from the loss, at least let the family honor the brother who gave everything to give them a chance to reunite.

The finale concluded, and I realized we got neither: there had been no full family reunion, and there had been no real closure/healing for the family regarding Tech's sacrifice either. (And I don't think it's at all unreasonable to have assumed the show would give us one or the other.)

Look, I'm one of those people who walked into Rogue One assuming it would have a happy ending. (Oh, those days when I was so young and naive...) So let me tell you, that ending traumatized me almost as badly as the ending of ASM2.

But, while other tragic/bittersweet endings have shaken me, it was the Bad Batch finale that literally left me feeling physically ill for days afterwards. Like, I was so relieved that everyone else lived? But it was so strange to be told it was a "happy ending" when, out of the entire family, only Omega kinda sorta maybe (if you squint) had a moment to honor their fallen brother? The family goes through all that trauma and loss and we end the show without actually resolving it, without the family actually healing? Tech's sacrifice made the Batch's eventual retirement possible, and the show won't even just say it? And to add insult to injury, after an entire season with the narrative teasing the possibility of Tech still being alive with CX2 being the forerunning explanation for it, it's all "well, we're still not going to provide any real closure on this plot point, but aren't you glad you can maybe assume Tech ISN'T CX2 since Hunter ran that sucker through without blinking an eye? Look, happy ending!"

I'm still stuck in "season 1" with my own family, so watching this story play out and ultimately conclude with this fictional family not getting full closure regarding one of their own siblings who had never been anything but supportive of all of them was... unsatisfying, to say the least. I LOVE that the clones, who were created by Palpatine to be discarded, managed to (unknowingly) strike a significant blow against Palpatine's plans. I LOVE that Omega and some of the other clones were able to choose to live peacefully on Pabu. I LOVE that Crosshair came back to his family. Still, I will never get over how Tech was handled - both the character himself and the characters he was closest to.

And I think this is part of the reason why I really hope the Bad Batch's on-screen appearances aren't completely over yet - and why, even without factoring in all the narrative ambiguity in season 3, I'm still rooting for Tech to return. Tech himself definitely deserved better, and his family deserved better too.

So there's my long-winded explanation for why there's not a single day that goes by that I don't think about this show 😅

[hanahaki-disease]

AU in which Percy Jackson is a genetic clone of Talia Al Ghul. I love the DC x PJO crossover and I'm absolutely obsessed with how similar Talia and Percy are. Plus "Annabeth is Wayne" and "Percy is Al Ghul" it's absolutely amazing. I mean the quirplatonic, not the romantic Percabeth.

Ras Al Ghul considered his daughter Talia to be an almost perfect child and the most beloved of all his children. He was completely satisfied with her, her abilities, her dedication, her strength, her leadership, by how good she was. But she was still a woman, a daughter and no son.

Therefore, he makes a slightly unconventional decision - to clone his daughter, but create a male version of her and raise the born boy as his son. Talia agrees, as if she has a choice and provides her genetic material, but the father's action touches something in her. Several attempts fail, but in the end a group of specialists succeeds and a viable embryo appears. Male and completely healthy. He is placed in an artificial womb and the child develops perfectly. Ras is completely satisfied, expecting the imminent appearance of his new ideal son, Talia comes from time to time to visit her "future brother".

She reads for him, tells stories, sometimes sings and just talks to him, she doesn't know why she's doing it, she just feels like it needs to be done, she feels connected to this child. Talia is next to her father when Ras gives his son a name - Ardeshir Al Ghul, Heir to the League of Assassins. Talia thinks that this is a good name, it was one of her favorites, later when she is alone with him, she gives him a middle name - Bulbul, her little nightingale, for some reason she was sure that he would have a wonderful voice.

Meanwhile, Sally Jackson is enjoying summer love with Poseidon, she is young, she has just lost her uncle and she feels absolutely happy and alive next to the Sea God. And to her surprise, she wants to have his child, even if he told her that he was expecting a demigod and explained why he couldn't have children now. And Sally herself knows that she is unlikely to even be able to conceive, even if her lover is the god of the sea and fertility himself.

Poseidon loves his mortal lover, he wants to make her a magnificent goddess or at least a beautiful nymph so that she will always be with him, he wants to give her an underwater castle and everything she can want to have. She rejects almost everything and the only thing she craves is a baby. And Poseidon still decides to give it to her, making her happy. On one of the last hot days of summer, Poseidon appears on the threshold of her tiny house, gently holding a neat wicker basket in which a tiny newborn boy, wrapped in several layers of muslin, sleeps peacefully.

Sally accepts the baby with reverent yeast and looks at him with love, he has caramel skin, black hair and big emerald eyes, he does not look like her or Poseidon, but Sally Jackson does not care, she becomes a mother and she is absolutely happy. She hugs the child tightly to her, the boy squeezes her finger, she calls him Perseus Doris - in honor of the only happy hero and the gift of the sea, which he is.

Poseidon is holding a baby in his arms, which does not belong to him, not to his beloved Sally by blood, but is their son. He sings his father's blessing in ancient Greek and gently kisses the baby on the forehead blessing him, from now on He is Perseus Doris Jackson son of the sea god Poseidon and mortal Sally Jackson, a demigod who will destroy or save Olympus.

Far away from them, the head of the demon throws all his strength into searching for the heir who disappeared a few hours after his birth and burns with anger. His daughter, who does not know and to her surprise does not understand whether she is a mother or a sister, prays for him. Let her little nightingale be somewhere else, with people who will love him and who will give him at least a semblance of a normal life.

If you want more or you have any questions, feel free to ask and ask :D

I—

Ooooooohhh, I like that a lot.

Two things immediately come to mind with this: 1) Talia torn between thing of Percy as a son/little brother like you said. And, 2) Damian hating and being jealous of Percy.

When it comes to Talia, she was there the entire time Percy was in utero in the tube. Spending time with him, watching over him, and while she felt a little bit of hatred for the baby who had yet to experience the weight of life and expectation, she had come to love it like a mother would. How the oldest daughter would love their sibling when they had raised them their whole life.

But for Damian, he’d being angry and upset with him. Damian’s whole reason for being alive is because Ra’s needed an heir, someone to take over the throne for him when it time comes. And here was this perfect person who was made to be as exceptional as his mother without needed to have their genetic makeup altered to reach that standard—not even mentioning the divine blessing and favor he received from most of the Greek pantheon (either reluctantly or because they genuinely like him.)

And in this au, which I really like, where would Percy fit in the batfam? Can they trust him because he’s technically Talia? Does he work with the league because of how he’s born? Is he Damian’s uncle or brother or some father-like thing since he’s a clone of Talia?

100/10 absolutely love this

[anactualdump]

ouuuuu the thing about Polaroid turning things white when he touches them, it makes me think about how he has that obsession with self-improvement, and in order to learn a skill, you have to do it constantly, so that means turning things white. or he just dies before they have the chance to become marble, which is just so messed up... what does he think of it? why can he do that? I'm still trying to figure out the plastic lore... I know getting his head knocked off is still eventually lethal, but i cant help but imagine if he could survive long enough to patch up any holes lol... does any of that transfer over to the rain world au? midas' touch is just such a good trope, im always obsessed with it

oh man very good questions xD i didn't know this is technically midas' touch, cool! YAPPING TIME

i'll clarify some things first and yap at your face (if you want to skip to your questions, look for this ***)

this type of thing happens for respawns whom still have loyalty to their purpose (aka the amount of white colour they still have). if they're dark like ui, the effect isn't as effective or noticeable

it doesn't change any material into another, it just becomes a part of their body and can be painful once attached. this is why respawns can't really wear things this purpose is meant to motivate respawns to keep moving too, along with their assigned souls. respawns have their own souls, which work like a kind of amoeba "oobleck" [not rly but bear with me

(though if a respawn is mutinous, the respawn isn't recognised as a part of Limbo anymore, so the motivation is abandoned and turned obsolete.

not out of malice either, the limbo core literally doesn't know xD if something stops following its orders, huh what? where did it go? must've died somewhere, let me make a new one 💀💀💀💀)

its function is similar to souls ceasing to exist, where it expands and returns to the air. respawns' souls aren't returning, but is tasked to expand to lingering materials. it's not intended by limbo, but it does well to regenerate lost parts or even grow themselves. though at a limit as it also stretches the soul. unless theres cannibalism involved ahhahahhah foreshadowing foreshadowing

if other materials held is not the same composition as the respawn, it'll hurt if they hold onto it too long because their soul is rejecting the material it's not assigned to. it can't retract on its own and will only keep expanding itself unless the respawn chooses to trim it out. like fingernails but you're cutting off an extra knuckle of finger. if it's the same composition, expect yourself a harmless tumor, but sucks to have it yk

*** to polaroid, it's motivation for himself to keep moving forward. he doesn't want to, but he prays for more strength to keep going. ui can rest but choses not to, polaroid can't but yearns to rest. in both literal and figurative terms haha

all white respawns have it, it's on the yapping paragraphs from above

also he can! it was briefly in the main ending of episode 1 he reattaches himself, that was the same midas' touch kind of happening but is considered a regeneration haha. he'll be completely dead if it's not reattached in time. he can use concrete and other similar properties similar to marble to regenerate, so that's why sometimes he has rebar inside his body (used up from building debri. some attempts he may no longer be fully marble anymore)

as for the rw au version, this same concept is amplified by a ton XD if you've seen one of my previous post, it implies that he could regenerate even if his entire superstructure body is blasted. although its a damn long time, his body still looks clean and new

though when his clone is detached, his regeneration is similar to canon but way weaker and is as close as useless. he can still survive for awhile after a lethal blow, but unlike canon he can't reattach it properly (though it does extend cycles) nor regenerate it. pol in story 7 fights his headless self too, which yearns for pol's head

heres my headless collection hehehehahahuhu

i have notes too but i'll leave it to next yapping session since its not too relevant to your question

[apileofashandember]

AU in which Percy Jackson is a genetic clone of Talia Al Ghul. I love the DC x PJO crossover and I'm absolutely obsessed with how similar Talia and Percy are. Plus "Annabeth is Wayne" and "Percy is Al Ghul" it's absolutely amazing. I mean the quirplatonic, not the romantic Percab eth.

Ras Al Ghul considered his daughter Talia to be an almost perfect child and the most beloved of all his children. He was completely satisfied with her, her abilities, her dedication, her strength, her leadership, by how good she was. But she was still a woman, a daughter and no son.

Therefore, he makes a slightly unconventional decision - to clone his daughter, but create a male version of her and raise the born boy as his son. Talia agrees, as if she has a choice and provides her genetic material, but the father's action touches something in her. Several attempts fail, but in the end a group of specialists succeeds and a viable embryo appears. Male and completely healthy. He is placed in an artificial womb and the child develops perfectly. Ras is completely satisfied, expecting the imminent appearance of his new ideal son, Talia comes from time to time to visit her "future brother".

She reads for him, tells stories, sometimes sings and just talks to him, she doesn't know why she's doing it, she just feels like it needs to be done, she feels connected to this child. Talia is next to her father when Ras gives his son a name - Ardeshir Al Ghul, Heir to the League of Assassins. Talia thinks that this is a good name, it was one of her favorites, later when she is alone with him, she gives him a middle name - Bulbul, her little nightingale, for some reason she was sure that he would have a wonderful voice

She reads for him, tells stories, sometimes sings and just talks to him, she doesn't know why she's doing it, she just feels like it needs to be done, she feels connected to this child. Talia is next to her father when Ras gives his son a name - Ardeshir Al Ghul, Heir to the League of Assassins. Talia thinks that this is a good name, it was one of her favorites, later when she is alone with him, she gives him a middle name - Bulbul, her little nightingale, for some reason she was sure that he would have a wonderful voice.

Meanwhile, Sally Jackson is enjoying summer love with Poseidon, she is young, she has just lost her uncle and she feels absolutely happy and alive next to the Sea God. And to her surprise, she wants to have his child, even if he told her that he was expecting a demigod and explained why he couldn't have children now. And Sally herself knows that she is unlikely to even be able to conceive, even if her lover is the god of the sea and fertility himself.

Poseidon loves his mortal lover, he wants to make her a magnificent goddess or at least a beautiful nymph so that she will always be with him, he wants to give her an underwater castle and everything she can want to have. She rejects almost everything and the only thing she craves is a baby. And Poseidon still decides to give it to her, making her happy. On one of the last hot days of summer, Poseidon appears on the threshold of her tiny house, gently holding a neat wicker basket in which a tiny newborn boy, wrapped in several layers of muslin, sleeps peacefully.

Sally accepts the baby with reverent yeast and looks at him with love, he has caramel skin, black hair and big emerald eyes, he does not look like her or Poseidon, but Sally Jackson does not care, she becomes a mother and she is absolutely happy. She hugs the child tightly to her, the boy squeezes her finger, she calls him Perseus Theodoris - in honor of the only happy hero and the gift of the divine ocean, which he is.

Poseidon is holding a baby in his arms, which does not belong to him, not to his beloved Sally by blood, but is their son. He sings his father's blessing in ancient Greek and gently kisses the baby on the forehead blessing him, from now on He is Perseus Theodoros Jackson son of the sea god Poseidon and mortal Sally Jackson, a demigod who will destroy or save Olympus.

This is certainly as interesting take. It makes me wonder if at some point, if all of Percy’s public stunts would reveal to the al Ghuls that he’s alive, and how exactly his powers would work if he’s not biologically Poseidons. A really strong blessing? And if anyone knows he exists to begin with? He’d have to be kept really hidden, almost by the fates themselves.

[aces-to-apples]

Fic Self-Recs

Fic authors self rec! List your favorite five fics that you've written, then tag at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Tagged by @dead-cowboy!

It's crazy just how many of these bastards I have published under my own names and yet wouldn't recommend someone read with a gun to my head lol. Also I went with six so I could include one from my SourFacedLemon account:

i. hold it in your mouth for a minute (real hunger has a real taste) (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Glitch/Savage Opress, Explicit)

From the inaugural year of Smut Wars, this actually holds up pretty decently. Takes place vaguely within the Season 5 Crime Lords arc because that must have taken months to accomplish and the visual of Savage and Maul desperately trying to get along with Death Watch for that long amuses me. Included some thoughts about Nightbrothers and clones that I don't usually get to explore since Maul isn't, you know, culturally a Nightbrother. Also I reject the cultural obsession with dick size, I hate it, Savage is the embodiment of "small, leave me alone" and I'll die on that hill. Also also, Glitch is here! He's sweet! He's Force-sensitive! The narrative is in love with him and wants him to live and thrive! It's me, I'm the narrative!

ii. self/less (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Maulsoka, Teen)

Older, and imperfect, but I had a good time with it. This fic has everything: the unhinged Maul-Ahsoka team-up that a Star Wars What If series should explore, Maul being traumatized and terrified and not hiding it well, genderfuckery, two forms of mind-control, the Son and the Daughter escaping Mortis because what do you mean they're just dead now??, Jesse surviving... Short and sweet and well beyond my writing skills to fully flesh out, but I genuinely think there's a decent premise buried in there.

iii. a beast within you (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Maulrex, Explicit)

Also notably imperfect, but another 2023 Smut Wars gift and I spent so much time trying to research octopi and tentacles without actually consuming any tentacle porn, and I want that effort acknowledged. It's a vague Percy Jackson fusion AU, if that's any more enticing. And if you get to the end there's links to some beautiful fucking fanart someone (@omaano) made of it!

iv. pretty (handy with that iron) (Jak and Daxter, Jak/Jinx, Teen)

Transmasculine!Jak who not only has terrible taste in men (Jinx) but also has a vaguely-emasculating-pet-names-induced gender crisis during the sewers escort mission and Daxter doesn't get to rest for a single second. Idk I was feeling silly with this one. It was fun to write and I actually don't regret it lol.

v. all restraint and poised bones (Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Maulakin, Teen)

I just love a confused Maul POV in general and also an outsider POV on time travel. It's just so much fun for me personally. Also I know it's because that's the way the timeline shakes out but the fact that Anakin missed meeting Maul and all that that entails by like two hours is as ridiculous to me as the Grievous thing; their unhinged chaotic goblin energies would have bounced off each other and created a feedback loop that would give Sidious a heart attack, so I understand why it never happened. But still.

bonus vi (and vii and viii). The Expansion of Clan Mudhorn (The Mandalorian, Djarin/Leia/Boba, Teen)

I have written non-TCW, non-Maul related Star Wars fics, as difficult as it is to believe. These ones are also silly, and strangely fluffy compared to most of my other content, but it was 2021! Mando S2 had just ended, we had canonical Tem-as-Boba-Fett and were all so excited and optimistic, it was a different time! Honestly my only regret is that I haven't thought until just now to go back and edit them to fix Djarin's name. Everyone is surnaming this poor man who misses his baby so, so much, you guys, that's tragic lmao.

No pressure tagging @hawthornsword @hjbender @darthlivion @mandalorianbrainweasel @inqorporeal and anyone who sees this and wants to play!

[fandoms-in-law]

Busy Day

Summary: Steve can't figure out or remember why there are heart decorations everywhere. When Robin finally questions his glare something more is revealed.

/\/\

'What was with the love hearts?' The question was still echoing in Steve's brain, sure that he knew the reason for them somewhere but in the hours since he'd started work he'd been unable to fathom it.

That might've been because of the rush of customers they'd had that day too, far more people than you'd expect hurrying in and out with a movie for a weekday, leaving him and Robin barely time to think. Thankfully a quiet period had just begun, leaving him to try once again to remember just why they needed love hearts scattered everywhere.

“So do you jump to hating Valentines day when you don't have a date or is there another reason you're glaring at the decorations?” Robin called from where she was trying to get a few videos shelved before more people turned up.

“That's next week. There's no way it's-” Steve protested, turning to the calendar to prove it only to see she was right. Somehow in the hectic life of working, looking after the kids and trying to ensure all the party were looking after himself he was a week behind in his mental calendar. “Oh. That explains it then.”

Robin gave him a narrow look. “And you aren't about to scramble around trying to get plans and failing to chat up customers?” She asked.

He couldn't help laughing at that. “God no. I love losing track of the days around now so I can avoid doing that. It's a hassle and a pain and whoever told me to chase popularity and dates when I was growing up should meet a demogorgan and see how important they think it is after that.”

She continued staring at him, before hurrying over to the phone. “I'm calling for help. You're either possessed or replaced by a clone and I'm not sure which to hope for. When the hell did Steve Harrington not care about romance?”

“Since it only brings pain, confusion and chaos? Since I realised the reason I was still flirting and going on dates was because the shitheads I cart around had a weird obsession with my love life? Since I decided having a best friend who rejected me was better than having a date in any situation not just a drugged and escaped torture situation?” He asked, the polite judging smile he usually directed at screaming customers on his face.

Robin took a moment to internalise that before nodding. “So you're just not actually interested in dating when you've got contact with people in other way?” She surmised.

Steve stares at her, then at the nearly empty shelves where the romcoms should be. “That's okay right? To just want friends and family, not romance?”

“Yeah, Steve, that's great.” She soothes. It still boggles her brain a bit to realise how much of the persona everyone had known in high school had been Steve's attempts to have real connections with people but this, well it fit in with those realisations now he'd said it.

[void-skoom]

Ya'know, with Duviri Paradox 's impending update, I'm gonna be honest. I still don't know what to think about the Drifter and their relationship with the tenno, at least not as far as Ripley's story goes.

In Ripley's case, Ripley herself is already a paradoxical being.

For all intents and purposes, Ripley was created by someone who's sole existence seemed to be to create them and bring them into the world before promptly ceasing to exist, if they ever really did exist to begin with. All Ripley knows of their creator is that they are a partial clone, made with sentient technology and brought to life through some sort of Void phenomenon.

This same phenomenon is what took away her creator - or who she believes to be her creator - away from her before she could ever truly "see" them.

And it is this same phenomenon that she once again encounters while aboard the Zariman Ten Zero. This phenomenon then is what allows her access to the same abilities as the other tenno as well as what allows her to truly "see."

But if they were to supposedly reject this scenario in the same way the Drifter did? I'm not entirely sure what would happen honestly.

Supposing Ripley did reject their gift, along with the call of the Void, they would be left "blind."

Now to explain. I mention Ripley's ability to "see" as well as them being "blind." When I say this, I mean it in both a literal and metaphorical way. Should Ripley accept the Void's gift as well as their connections with it, it would not only gift them the tenno's regular abilities, but also a host of other abilities. The most prominent being a sudden cosmic awareness. They would become aware of the meaninglessness of things they had once thought important, of the very things which colored their entire world. They'd become aware of the futility of the Orokin and their empire, suddenly being struck with how everything their lords had obsessed over would all be for naught, eventually slipping away into obscurity and myth. And most importantly, they'd become aware of their own insignificance in the vast indifference of the deep dark nothingness of space. A revelation that would absolutely shatter their sense of self and reason, and most likely be what leads them down the path of rebellion against the Orokin.

Typing it out like this now, I can absolutely see this as being the catalyst for their growing desire to help those seen as "lesser" by those same damned Orokin. After having their world view shattered, it makes sense that they would seek something with which to give some sort of significance to. This would come at first in the form of the other tenno, who they had originally been tasked to protect only to be cast aside by. Then it would come in the form of Rell, who like them had also been cast out. In Rell they might have found a kindred spirit, but whereas Rell wanted to figure out the Void, Ripley would want to forget. Forget the sudden feelings and thoughts and emotions that were suddenly thrust upon them, and yet at the same time allowing them to "see." Taking off their helmet for the first time since it was first assigned, where had once been a deep emptiness had now been replaced by color and shapes. Shapes they had only been able to see while linked to their helmet visor, outlined in gold amongst a black abyss. As each other's albeit reluctant companions, Rell might have noticed the look of someone who was afflicted by the same or similar noise he was familiar with. And like his mother before him, might have even taught Ripley how to manage it. Which would make it all the more tragic when they are taken away from each other.

But the Drifter? For them to not accept the gift would mean to remain blind. Blind to the Orokin and their futile agenda. Blind to their connection with the Void and likewise blind to their own origin. But most importantly, they would remain blind to their own potential. In this state, Ripley as a person would simply never come to fruition. Ripley needs that self doubt and self reflection in order to truly be and without it? They would simply have been another victim, lost to the Void.

[eriexplosion]

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Last song: To Be Treated Right off the Devil's Rejects soundtrack

Currently watching: Chronological rewatch of the Clone Wars (which I am still doing I just keep getting sidetracked and I want to give the episodes my FULL attention)

Currently listening: I've got Don't Starve open so I'm just listening to the main menu music

Currently reading: It's just been me and AO3 for months

Current obsession: ...My case of Star Wars brainrot is probably both obvious and terminal.

If you see this feel free to consider yourself tagged!

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

"And you say...the little one is my son?" Phantom has floated down to be eye level with Damian, his legs dissipating into a tail made of galaxies and the void of space, looking remarkably like a snake as it coils into a sort of seat that leaves the ghost and the young boy at proper eye level.

Good, Damian would not have let the man look down on him, Ghost King or not. At least, in this regard, Phantom and Father are quite similar, although Batman cannot so freely adjust his height like this, especially considering his, as Todd would put it, "old man joints".

Phantom seems to be thinking deeply about how the situationhas come to be, so Damian squares his shoulders and moves on with the explanations (and prepares for rejection.)

(After all, the maternal side of his family has already taught him you can be related by blood and still not be "family" enough to be deserving of love or acceptance)

"Yes. It would seem that instead of Father's DNA being the paternal sample Mother used, yours was, in some way, added to the mix. We do not yet know how but..."

"The ectoplasm...it's-it's the only way it makes sense. You're what, 12? By that point in time I was pretty much stuck to the Throne, swamped with paperwork that Pariah Dark let pile up. I barely left to eat, nevermind have any relations with your Mother."

Phantom's chest rumbles like a glacier flowing down the side of a mountain as he thinks of his next words. The sound is...oddly comforting. Damian thinks that, if Alfred the cat were older and 20 times bigger, his purring might sound like this too.

"It would make sense. The Lazarus Pits are corrupted ectoplasm leaking from a natural tear in Reality, and so react to the changes in the Realms. It's possible that one of these leaks might've take origin in the Keep. The ambient ecto in there is steeped in my signature, so it would make sense that it also carries DNA..."

Phantom's tail straightened out from it's previous coiled state as the Ghost King rises, a hand on Damian's head. It felt...just like when Father tries to comfort him after something upsets him. Except Phantom was all emotion and ecto, so the gentle touch resonated with love-mine-suprise-family-tiny baby ghostling. And it had Damian a little amazed, that his other Father would so easily accept him, without even bothering to ask for a second paternity test.

"Batman, would you be interested in shared custody? I would like to get to know my son better, along with the family that has cared for him. Nor to mention little Ellie will be ecstatic to learn she has a new little brother!"

"But I thought you did not, as you put it, 'have time for relations'. How old is this new sister of mine?"

"Oh, she's my clone! You see, my former nemesis was Obsessed with my mom, and by proximity me as his son. When I wouldn't let him replace my dad, he got pissy and made several clones, hoping to replace me as well. Only one of them lived past the final stages of the cloning process." Phantom's tail settled over Damian's shoulders, and the Ghost's claws scratched lightly at his scalp as he lost himself in his memories for a bit.

"I'm not proud of the brutal beatdown I gave him for it, but I would do it again. He never even wanted to think of involving children in his schemes after that. And it gave me a daughter, so I don't regret it. Comparatively, your birth didn't have any impact other than the happy surprise of a new surprise son. You don't have to be so surprised I'd want to get to know you, kiddo." Ah right...ghosts were empaths...and Batman seemed less wary and more curious now, after Phantom seemed to slip and reveal such a personal detail.

Father valued children. Phantom cared so much that even clone children being hurt would send him into a protective fury the likes of which only bears and honey badgers could equal.

Now Damian is far less certain about letting Phantom be anywhere near his Father. Was the Kyle woman not enough for the himbo under the cowl?

What if instead of Bruce, Danny was Damian's father but only Ra's knows.

Like every thing goes according to canon but then around the time of Damian's creation Ra's finds out about the High King of the Infinite Realm and decides that an heir from him would be far superior (whether Ra's actually means Danny or mistakes him for Pariah Dark im unsure) and somehow manages to get some of his DNA

The problem is that Thalia is insistent on using her beloved.

Now, in order to keep his daughter's cooperation he simply switches the samples while she is unaware. (Or maybe he adds Danny's dna afterwards with or without Thalia's knowledge so Damian is both Bruce and Danny's son)

Now years later something happens causing Damian and the batfam to find out that he is, in fact, not the blood son.

Maybe its when he first gets there and Bruce runs a paternity test that turns up negative, poor baby Damian would be so shocked and confused and Bruce may not be the father but he's not just gonna kick this stabby 10 year old out onto the streets. He definitely wouldn't feel comfortable sending him back to the LoA, naybe they can help the kid find his real father

Or in the case that Bruce's DNA is also used maybe the batcomputer can only register Danny's side as Lazarus water so thing just pass as canon until something reveals Damian's connection to Danny.

IDK, maybe they meet somehow and ghost instincts recognize the familial bond. Maybe Danny occasionally works with or even joins the JL sometime after Damian shows up so now the Batcomputer has Danny's DNA on file to check against should the need to run Damian's blood come up again.

I imagine Danny's well into adulthood here, and there could be the potential for Spirit Halloween

(Im not likely to write this so imma just, @hdgnj @omnicrafts @nelkcats @nerdpoe @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @ailithnight, any of you got additions or thoughts)

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Random Bits of Emails Sent By Brian Reynolds, Budgeting, Umbrella Corporation

Derek,

While we agree there would be a market for such... services, we must deny your request to clone Ada Wong. Again. Yes, Ms. Wong is attractive. Yes, the revenue boost from selling the clones would offset the disaster that was the Nemesis Program. That being said, we are in the bioweapon industry, not the adult entertainment industry, not to mention all the headaches Legal brought up. You have one clone, Derek. Be grateful and for the love of God get a life. Order a custom RealDoll like the other guys.

Regards,

Brian.

To All Members, Research and Development, Bioweapon Sector

We've gotten some awkward questions from Upper Management. Would someone please explain why in the wide world of bad ideas, do people still insist on playing around with the T-Virus? Yes, the kill rate is great. However, so is the expenditure to cover up the eventual outbreak into civilization populations. Furthermore, would someone explain why we've gotten a bill for $6,000 from someplace called "Harry's Haberdashery", listing roughly 500 grey fedora hats in the 4xl size?

On a final note... any proposal involving "a metric fuckton" or a "buttload" of virus/steriods/hormones/etc is immediately rejected for the foreseeable future. First, that language is unprofessional in the office. Second, we're still paying off the colossal screw up that was Raccoon City. Third, stop trying to make Giant Mommy Milkers happen, we're supposed to be scientists, not perverts. Wesker excluded. Not like we don't all know the Golden Knobhead has a crush on Bravo Team's medic.

Regards,

Brian

To Albert Wesker

Albert, we've had this discussion before. While you may think you have the right to be a "god", that does not mean it's your "sacred duty" to "check new disciples to see if they 'measure up'", especially not among the younger female staffers. Poor Serafine was so traumatized by your "examinations" that she's threatening to sue. Due to... multiple incidents, Legal has decided the Corporation cannot afford yet another class action lawsuit. So, maybe just go ahead and expense that Rebecca Chambers RealDoll already? It's cheaper than even the court fees.

Seriously, knock it off, Albert.

Brian

To all Umbrella Corporation Bioincident Sevices Operatives

After the utter disaster that was Raccoon City, It has come to our attention that some of you have aim that is, sadly, statistically worse than even the Imperial Stormtroopers in Star Wars. The amount of wasted ammunition easily outweighs the cost of hiring firing range instructors. Unless assigned elsewhere, all UCBS operatives are required to report twice a week for target training. We saw the footage, some of you couldn't kill an Enterprise Redshirt at point blank range with a Howizer.

Remember to breathe,

Brian

To Miranda

I realize that having no children of my own, I do not know what I'd do to bring them back. That being said, there comes a point where obsession becomes insanity. And you, dear lady, are using that fine line as a jump rope. Be careful that jump rope does not become your noose. Please, return the poor girl already. Eva wouldn't want this, not at her expense. Her father is rightfully angry, and intel says he's looking for his daughter. You would not stand for this to happen to Eva, would you?

Please, Miranda, before it's too late.

To ANY Operative Whom Receives This

Please help. I'm stuck in a tree in Tall Oaks, surrounded by the undead. And they can climb. Oh gods, they're getting closer... hurry!

Brian

To ALL UCBS Operatives

Guys? I'm sorry for comparing your aim to Imperial Stormtroopers. I can't climb any higher in this tree, it's dark, the zombies are starting to mass...

I'm sorry, guys.

Brian

To Marta Wilson

Darling Marta,

I'm sorry, but it looks like I won't make it tonight. Or, ever again. While I did get myself out of the tree I was trapped in, I was bitten in the arm doing it. Sad, especially as I was hoping to ask you something. I should have asked sooner. Now, it's too late. Marta, sweet Marta... I love you, I'm so sorry.

All my love,

Brian

[milfnearyou]

                 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧: 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞.

      “𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.”

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟑.𝟐𝐊 | 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 | 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 (𝐗-𝐄𝐗𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐈)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: KIDNAPPING. TORTURE. PTSD. TRAUMA. WHIPPING. HARASSMENT. NO SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. MENTIONS OF PSYCHOLOGICAL ELEMENTS. LIGHT TALK OF PERSONALITY DISORDERS AND SCHIZOPHRENIA WILL BE DELVING INTO MORE DETAILS ON THE NEXT CHAPTER.

I ALSO DECIDED TO MAKE THIS A SERIES TO PREVENT MAKING THE WHOLE THING REALLY LONG ON ONE POST SINCE TUMBLR GLITCHES A LOT BUT ALSO FOR PEOPLE WHO CAN’T FOCUS ON VERY LONG FICS :)

VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

To say that you were hurting would be an understatement.

Everything and anything served as an infernal memory. Whether it be an object or something as simple as the weather, the effect it had could potentially be triggering for you. This new way of life felt more like a slow, painful process in which you were dying.

Overwhelming, things were now always overwhelming. Your anxiety shooting through the roof, the small person inside of you crumbling away into nothing as you screamed at the top of your lungs only to never be heard.

Your life felt orchestrated, the strings and rhythms conducted by no one else but Lucifer himself. With your pain, he created a symphony for a play, one that was to be forever engrained within your mind, body and soul.

It felt surreal, a simulation with you as its subject and yet, it was in every way authentic. None of it was a figment of your imagination, it wasn't just a bad dream but it was your reality. The scars that littered your body like a tormented and abused piece of canvas served as proof that it had all happened.

Your body ached, countless spikes of excruciating pains rushing through your many vessels and arteries, the nerves on your body were almost always on edge. It was difficult to hold onto reality, the point of returning being so far away that the thought of just letting go, would be a much quicker and simple solution. After all, you were halfway to insanity and the thought of being sane no longer remained a possibility.

It didn’t stop there. Your biggest enemy was your mind. The cursed piece of soft tissue that sat right in the middle of your enclosed skull was the one thing quickest to abandon you, betraying you within a blink of an eye and letting your body act on its own. It was impossible to control your thoughts when you almost always gravitating towards self-destruction.

Day and night, your mind screamed at you, unleashing a cacophony of howling, piercing screams that made your head ring. Blaring on and on, it had no limit. Going as far as venturing into your dreams late at night, filling your only moment of peace with countless nightmares. It was driving you mad. Always pushing you to constantly fight with yourself. You tried your best to ignore the urges but it seemed impossible.

Loudly, you'd scream into the emptiness of your surroundings telling yourself to shut up, to make it stop. Occasionally going as far as becoming physical, slapping the palms of your hands against your temple in attempts to strike yourself awake or hitting your head against a flat surface in attempts to knock the thoughts out. 

But there was no chance to wake up. You were long gone. Stuck in a deep slumber that caused your physical state to act like a zombie. Almost as if your frontal lobe had shut down. Everything occurring in a rather monotone way. Laced with a sudden breakdown that hit you every other day, exploding with fear and anger. The effects of your past trauma reminding you that you still had feelings within, that you had emotions but that they were no longer positive. The negativity overflowed within you and was always ready to burst.

You saw people, individuals who claimed they could help. Medically known as psychiatrists but in your opinion, middle-aged women who seemed lonelier than you were. Portraits of Persian cats hung all over their workrooms, the scowls plastered on the faces of the felines were ones also visible on the psychiatrists themselves.

They always said it was the voices, emerging from your previously traumatic experience. Well no shit, of course, you knew that. It was a no brainer that there were voices in your head, you had diagnosed yourself of having un-welcomed people inside your mind a long time ago. 

However, unbeknownst to the therapists themselves you also knew that they'd been planted into your mind from god knows how long ago. They simply waited for something to set them free, triggering the alarm and giving them proper cause to make you lose your mind.

All they needed was freedom and they were granted access to that with the help of a certain someone. A man who shared the same looks, name and identity as someone you grew close with, someone you developed feelings for. A man you fell in love with that had a terrible secret. It was hard to determine what exactly his secret was until you came face to face with it yourself. And when you did, you wanted out. Pandora's box had been opened and yet, it wasn't even your fault that it had.

You simply had to face the consequences of falling in love with someone who had a duplicate. Was it a clone? Or was it a twin? It was hard to say because he seemed to be from another world, a different planet even but in reality, he was conceived by the hands of a twisted mind. Fabricated inside a laboratory, only to be sent out many years later to wreak havoc upon your life.

And one dreaded night, he arrived. Snatching you away and hiding you for what added up to be weeks of torture. A show in which you were the leading role, the subject to many horrendous acts that one could never imagine. Acts that he always said were done because he “loved” you.

“You know I love you?” He’d say, all while his nimble fingers danced along the grains of your skin. Brushing up and down your arm as the fear raced through your veins. Your blood running cold, the hairs on your neck standing upwards. Your body was all too familiar with reacting with terror.

A few painfully quiet moments would pass, the sound of water dripping from the faucet, filtering into your conversation until he’d clear his throat. Leaning in forwards and resting his lips just above your left ear, his hot breath burning against your skin as you feel yourself holding in your breath.

“Silence isn’t an option, you either speak or be spoken for,” He warns and you nod rapidly in response. You knew the protocol and you knew exactly what it meant when he said that.

“Do you love me like I love you?” He asks. Circling from your back as he stands in front of you, using his calloused hand to hold your face upwards. Cupping your chin, his touch is moderately tender but you know that with one wrong move, everything could change.

“Define love,” You respond, not wanting to give him the direct answer he wanted. It would feed his ego all too much if you were to be so direct and yet, secretly he enjoyed you defying him. He loved how you didn't give in so quickly, it allowed him the chance to get physical and boy, did he love to get physical.

“Define love? I— obviously, don’t understand the concept of love as much as I'd like to admit. But when I look at you, the sickening feeling that emerges within me makes me think that yes, this is love. It’s everything that suppresses inside my chest, threatening to explode at any given moment. The oxygen that carries through my blood, that fuels the life inside me is filled with the thought of you. Love is, being alive and there’s nothing else except for you that makes me feel more alive.”

You fall silent at his response. Simply because none of it made sense, a cluster of babbled words falling out of his mouth as you stare at him watching as his expression slowly falls apart. The look of love is no longer there, replaced with infatuation, obsession and anger. He acted as if he’d known you for an eternity, professing his delusional love as if it mattered. As if you’d have a change of heart and drop everything within a blink of an eye just for him.

“...You must also understand that I love you because I can’t let him be the only person who loves you too,” He adds, “So do you love me like I love you? It’s only fair you do.”

“Love is a blessing in life. Something that isn’t forced upon, a concept in which— it may hold the key to your life in its hands but cannot be obtained without the honest feelings of another. It takes two to tango, not one, but two." 

Momentarily pausing, you swallow the lump inside your throat, pushing it downwards. Allowing the newly found courage inside your body to come forward, "...And I'm afraid I can’t dance with you.” 

Your rejection is something that hits him hard. Time seems to stop as the fleshy look on his face drops, the expression in his eyes have been replaced with a newfound fury. But it quickly wipes away as you watch him throw his head back letting out a cackle, his voice echoing inside the dingy, dark basement. 

Like a slideshow, his emotions were quick to change moving from pure anger to joy as he laughs at your response. You can't help but sit there and think that he's absolutely mad. A man who shares the same body, face and voice as your lover but seems to be much more cunning and sinister. He's evil and he proves himself to be just that with his following actions and honestly, you aren't even surprised at this point. 

His large hand that once caressed your face had now found its way to the knotted locks of hair, gripping it tightly as he shoves you to the ground. Pushing you down from the chair you once sat on and glueing you to the floor. The coldness of the surface is somewhat, soothing against your painfully hot skin as he presses your face against the ground. The weight of his body adding more pressure as he straddles you from behind, moving strings of your hair aside just so he can see your face. Amused, he smirks to himself when he sees you withering in pain, strings of saliva dripping past your chapped lips and leaking onto the floor.

"Oh dear, what a waste," He pouts, bringing forward a free hand to wipe your drool away. The tip of his finger now covered in your bodily fluids as he brings it to his lips, licking his finger in excitement. His eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as he moans in delight, "Deliciously, sweet." 

Disgusted by his actions you can't help but shut your eyes. Shielding yourself one way or another from looking at his grotesquely beautiful visage. Naturally, the tears also begin to seep past your eyes, drifting down your cheeks. You can feel him lean in, hovering over you. A whimper squeaks past your lips when you feel his tongue dragging itself across your cheek, it feels like he's about to eat you alive. Like a lion licking its prey.  

Removing his tongue from your cheek, he brings it towards your ear. Licking your helix before sucking gently on your earlobe, “I hope, you consider this next special thing. Perhaps, as a warning of some sort?” 

Pushing himself off of you, you can hear him rummage around in the drawer he’s got next to the chair you once sat on. The sound of metallic objects rattling around and clinking against each other until it comes to a halt. The silence isn't soothing, it's terrifying. 

Your heart begins to thump profusely, rapidly beating. You find it hard to breathe, to possibly calm down as your mind races with all the possible objects he could’ve chosen to use on you. A knife? Perhaps a nail gun.

The possibilities were essentially endless due to his massive collection of murderous weapons. But you receive your answer when you feel the long, multiple strips of leather entwined in cotton and tiny pieces of cattle bone brushing against your skin.

“Cat o’ nine tails,” He answers, introducing the weapon to you. Teasingly he brings the weapon up and down your bareback. Shuddering in fear as you feel the item grind against your back, the softness you feel now will be nothing in comparison to what you'll actually feel. 

"Baby, remember that I have to do this because I love you."

Thwack!

The first blow that hits you makes your ears ring. The sensation feels hot, tingling at your skin. It's a mixture of pain along with pins and needles, only getting worse with each blow that he gives you. The stinging had a pain so strong and immense that it was hard for you to even lay there still, writhing around on the ground like a worm on hot pavement. You began to feel overwhelmed with pain, your nerves essentially on fire as you struggled to keep yourself awake. 

Thwack, thwack, thwack!

You could feel the skin on your back begin to rip open, the crimson blood seeping from your wounds as he kept going. There was no mercy as you screamed, your vocal cords straining so hard your voice went hoarse. Slowly, you began to shut down. First, your hands falling limp at your sides, your body cased in sweat as you felt drained to a pulp. Then your screams came to a halt, the breathing in your voice drastically slowing down. Finally, your eyes began to droop, fluttering shut as you saw nothing but black. 

Was this the end for you? 

Jolting upwards, you topple off your bed and collide with the ground. Gritting your teeth in pain when you feel your back begin to burn, your semi-healed scars becoming agitated from the impact. Slowly rising upwards you panic at your dark surroundings but calm down once you realize that you're at home. Your sweet Maison, inside your calming bedroom with your lover sound asleep on his half of the mattress.

He's at peace with his soft and supple cheek squished against the fluffy pillow. Strands of his brown hair sticking about, his eyes shut tightly. You can't help but mumble to yourself about how adorable he is before leaving your room. Quietly heading towards the kitchen and flickering on the lights, flinching when everything seemed to be much too bright.

Your eyes gravitate towards the clock on the wall, it was four in the morning. You decided that there was no way you were going back to sleep at this hour. Shuffling towards your coffee machine, you brew yourself an iced coffee mixing in a shot of almond milk with your drink. Adding in a few ice cubes, you stir your drink slowly trying your best to ignore the pain in your back.

"You alright?"

Turning around you see Jongin, standing there shirtless in his teddy bear PJ pants. He rubs his eyes a few times before putting on his circular framed glasses, giving you a sleepy smile when he finally sees you properly through the lens. He looked beautiful in his groggy state and so did you to him with your hair flowing freely. Dressed cosily in his white tee with your supreme briefs underneath it.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Did I wake you up?" You ask, taking a sip from your drink.

"No, you're good. Can you make me one too baby?"

Nodding in response you turn towards your coffee machine, your back facing towards him to brew him a drink. "Latte?" You ask.

"Mhm, you know me so well," Slowly he wraps his arms around you, failing to notice how you slightly flinch at his touch. His hands travel towards your stomach as he hugs you tightly, placing his nose in the crook of your neck as he inhales your scent, "I love you so much."

The scene feels all too familiar and it makes you nervous. Gently you push him off of you, unaware that your gesture has hurt his feelings. Departing from your back he comes to your side, leaning against the marble counter.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He questions.

"I'm fine, just...don't, do that," You reply, the tone of your voice is soft, almost delicate as if you spoke any louder something would break.

"Do what?" He asks while bringing his hand towards your shoulder, frowning when he sees you dip your shoulder away from his touch, "You don't want me to touch you?"

Sighing you turn to face him, observing his hurt expression. His eyes are slightly glassy as he looks at you for an answer.

"Nini, it's not that I don't want you to touch me. It's because I'm still injured from the incident, so everything's just a bit fragile," You explain, partially lying through your teeth. It was true you were very hurt but you also didn't want him touching you because everything he did reminded you of the other him.

He nods quietly, smiling softly at you as he slowly gestures you to have a seat at the coffee table, "I'll cover the drink, you go rest."

Sitting down at the coffee table you quietly enjoy your beverage. Jongin soon joining you, seated at the front. The kitchen is quiet, dimly lit by the singular overhanging light you've got on. Jongin's caramel complexion shining underneath the lightbulbs rays. His eyes are affectionate, his gaze never leaving you as he chews on his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry," He starts, "I know it's been hard and I'm really sorry that you have to be hurting. I just wish that the incident could've brought us closer somehow but it's just, pushing us apart."

Drumming your fingers against the table you avoid his gaze. You don't know what to say, you can't blame him for what happened. But you also can't help but think that had you not known Jongin then you would've never met the other him. His twin or, whatever he was.

"I should've told you about him. Then maybe I could've prevented this somehow," His voice falters as you look up to see him. He's wiping his tears away, the whites of his eyes are slightly red.

"Jongin—”

"Tell me," He interrupts, "Do you see him when you look at me?"

Looking at Jongin, you can definitely see the other him. Except for the fact that the other him or Kai as he liked to call himself had dark green hair. Besides the difference in hair colours, they were pretty much identical. Opting to remain silent, he receives his answer.

"I wish it had never happened but, now that everything's passed I want to be by your side to help you heal. I want to help you through this," He explains. Nonchalantly sliding his hand forwards, he offers you to take his hand and you do, though not right away. Intertwining your fingers with his, you feel his thumb rub the skin of your palm gently.

"You know I love you?" He says and you can't help but shudder when those words come fluttering out of his mouth. Looking up at him you momentarily see Kai rather than Jongin and your heart stops. Afraid that you'll be punished for not speaking back. You say it back, in an almost trained responsive way. Even if the man that's in front of you isn't Kai but Jongin. You say it back because you're still afraid, you're still scared and those affectionate words do nothing but terrify you.

"I love you too."

   𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔©︎

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Going in blind: Watching season 3 for the first time. Random thoughts.

Episode 1: I know in the original series She-Ra was the sister of He-Man so I'm curious how much of that will be carried over to this series. Not saying He-Man has to make an appearance, same as how Batman didn't need to show up in Teen Titans. That was Robin's story, not his, and similarly this is Adora's story, not Adam's. Regardless, it makes sense why Hordak was so annoyed with the baby Adora in Shadow Weaver's flashbacks. To SW, there was something different and special about the baby, but to Hordak, whom seems familiar with the world before Mara separated Etheria from the rest of the universe, including Eternia potentially, Adora is just another "First One" child like he's seen many times before. Special in comparison to those who only know Etheria.

Great clap-back from Catra to Hordak, and not entirely unfounded. It's debatable how much he actually cares about conquering Etheria. He has others leading his forces in his war yet all his focus is on his portal creation.

According to Entrapta, productivity of the Horde is up 400% ever since Catra became Hordak's 2nd in command. I wondering how much of that is Catra's direct doing? Is she genuinely just that good of a commander? Is it because she's properly delegating and Scorpia has been handling most of the load? Or is this just because it's in comparison to Shadow Weaver? Entrapta said Catra's focus on First Ones' tech has been greatly aiding them and SW definitely focused more on magic, which was an aid mostly to herself since everyone else in the Horde seems to fight only with weapons and technology. And most of what she saw of SW while she was Hordak's 2nd was her being obsessed with bringing back Adora rather than fighting the war.

Episode 2: Let's see... Hordak's easily an adult and Entrapta is...[checks google] late twenties, early thirties. Oh good, then let's sail this ship!

But yeah, that was a heck of a backstory for Hordak. This reminds me of a video by a Youtuber named Savage Books comparing the villain Steppenwolf in the theatrical and Snyder Cut versions of Justice League and how, while he still wasn't a great villain, just a small addition made him a much better villain, that being a failure in his past and the desire just to go home. And in this case, Hordak is the much better, or at least way more developed, version of that. One of many clones of Hordak Prime but having a defect that labelled him a failure and had him cast out to Etheria, a "backwards world" as he's called it before. If he can conquer Etheria, perhaps by building a portal that'll bring forward Prime's army, he believes that'll prove to Prime that he is not a failure and that he can return home to rejoin his forces. Just this bit of backstory adds SO MUCH to Hordak, including new insights on his past interactions, and keeps him from being a flat character like theatrical version Steppenwolf. His lack of tolerance for failure makes sense when he himself is trying to prove that he's not. It gives him compelling motivation to want to conquer Etheria beyond just power and greed. Not motivation you're meant to agree with but one you can still understand.

I like the story with Huntara too. It's a nice little tie-in to something Adora was talking about with Glimmer and Bow last episode. Adora defected from the horde, not because she was different but rather very much in spite being very much like every other soldier there. She wanted to believe Shadow Weaver may have at least some goodness in her too and now we have Huntara as a fellow defector who realized the evils of the Horde, even if she chose to stay out of the war entirely after.

Episode 3: I legit thought Catra stabbed the goat lady for a second.

After Scorpia asking her why don't they just stay in the wastes I'm seeing a bit of a parallel between Catra and Hordak. They've both found a place where they can be the top dog, where they can do and have basically anything they want; her with the wastes and him with the Horde. They can be happy. ...But there's still this pull they're feeling to somewhere else. Catra back to the Horde and Hordak back to Prime. Because they feel they have to prove something; prove that they're not failures. They could be happy but they can't let go.

And that scene between Adora and Catra at the end. That was such a great line read from Catra's actor. "She left me for you. Everything that's happened is because of you." I got chills.

Minor note: While I'm only judging off the Mara hologram, which didn't have color, I do think the She-Ra outfit looks better with pants than shorts like Adora's She-Ra form. I think it makes it look sleeker, if that makes any sense.

Episode 4: Catra's spiral has turned into a drill and its taking her down as far as she can go. Though something I had to a laugh a little at myself over was that my biggest "Catra, no!" reaction wasn't to her wanting to open the portal but rather when she lied to Hordak and said Entrapta let the princesses in. She was actually a positive influence on Hordak's life and Catra with one move just destroyed that relationship and all progress Hordak had been making.

I'm guessing there's going to be some kind of long-term effect from Shadow Weaver continuously siphoning off Glimmer's magic. The woman is basically a parasite and the magic she uses is very different from the kind Glimmer does. I can't believe it never occurred to me that since Shadow Weaver trained Glimmer's father there might be a connection there between the two of them later in the story. While we don't know about anything that might've happened after she left, SW clearly had enough affection for Micah still to not kill him. I could see her trying to take Glimmer on as a student later like she did him.

Episode 5: There is something kind of hilarious about it being Scorpia's jealousy of Catra and Adora's closeness that causes her to be the first one after Adora to pick up that something is off.

11 is my favorite of the Doctor Who Doctors so naturally I'm comparing all this to the crack in Amy Pond's bedroom wall. Whatever goes in gets forgotten about and basically never existed. Though does that mean Bright Moon isn't going to remember the Horde? Basically that entire place got sucked up in the collapsing reality. There shouldn't be at war anymore because their enemy literally no longer exists.

Adora and Catra had their own little Star Trek 3 moment there.

Adora: "If we don't help each other, we'll die here!"

Catra: "Perfect! Then that's the way it shall be!"

Catra's just so far down her spiral she doesn't even care about getting her own win, just so long as Adora doesn't get one, despite just minutes ago clearly loving having Adora back in her life and on her side, to the point was trying to resist remembering the old reality. Her "perfect" world was them together again but when given the chance (another of many. I love those cuts to their past woven in there) she slapped the hand away.

I'm sure I'm wrong but I'm starting to theorize Madam Razz is actually Mara and just at some point went kind of crazy and started thinking as and Mara were two different people.

Episode 6:

"You are everything I ever wanted in a son. This... This is everything I ever wanted in a life. ...But I've got responsibilities, Van. And...I have to...go now."

-Superman, Justice League Unlimited: For the Man Who Has Everything

That was my favorite episode of JLU, where Superman is trapped in this world that isn't real but still perfect in every way, and the only way out was to give up everything he'd ever wanted, including a son he remembers watching grow up, even if it never really happened. With a similar premise, this definitely helped elevate Angela up a bit for me, whom I was kind just meh with before. I didn't dislike her but I didn't really care much for her either. This episode gave her a lot to work with though, with the heavy sacrifice she made. Not just saying behind to pull out the sword but just simply forcing herself to accept her husband is gone and not coming back. I was right that they wouldn't remember the Horde, but I definitely didn't think of the full effects of them never existing. They never exist, Bow never becomes a rebel instead of a scholar like his dads wanted. They don't exist, Micah never dies in battle against them. Glimmer gets to grow up with her father in her life. Everyone, most especially Angela, has to reject everything they would love to be real in favor of what actually is.

I'm guessing we're going to have Shadow Weaver taking advantage of this situation, trying to act like a teacher and mother-figure to Glimmer now that she's basically a orphan.

I talked before about how Catra and Hordak seem to have a parallel between them, especially regarding failure. Catra seems like she has a very hard time accepting her own failures and mistakes and thus why she more or less uses Adora as a mental scapegoat for all of it. Nothing is ever really her fault, it's Adora's, or Shadow Weaver's, or Hordak's. It makes for a great moment when Adora finally punches back, both literally and figuratively. She's not going to accept responsibility for Catra's actions anymore. She gave Catra every chance to make the right choice and she didn't, so now she has to finally live with the consequences. Heck of a glare She-Ra gave Catra at the end. Very much a "If I ever see you again..." and it certainly scared Catra, at least for a moment.

Now, someone go save Entrapta from Beast Island!

Season 3 verdict: Easily the best season thus far. I know this was technically the second half of season 2 but even in comparison to the full season 1 there was just so much that happened in this, so much that got revealed, and so, so many moments of emotion or tension. Weirdly I feel kind of disappointed that Hordak Prime is probably going to come in now and be the new big villain. I really like our Hordak's motivation and Prime seems like he might just be the generic conqueror for power that Hordak seemed like he was going to be at first. Not saying those types can't work. I love All For One from My Hero Academia and Frieza from Dragon Ball. Those guys are pure evil and selfishness, but they also have a captivating presence/charisma to them.

Naturally, since I bring her up the most out of all the characters, I'm very curious to see what happens with Catra now. She's basically nuked every positive relationship she had with anyone. Entrapta's gone, she threatened Scorpia, Hordak's not going to trust anyone including her anymore now that he thinks Entrapta's betrayed him, and Adora firmly sees her as an enemy. She has no one (those under her direct command don't count) and it's entirely her own fault.

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