#and the clone consented. kind of? because YOU consented before being cloned

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinking about this one post i saw that's like science fiction voyeurism snuff kink where your partner clones you and the clone is like "we agreed you were going to clone me and kill the CLONE" and your partner is like "you ARE the clone" and kills the clone and it's like. what are the moral implications of that.

[boylied]

Animorphs Reread- The Message

I've been sick all week, but Cassie is here to heal me. Let's get into it.

These early books all do a great job of showing us what the kids would prioritize their powers for without the war. Rachel and Tobias become ecoterrorists. And Cassie investigates what's been eating her animals.

Also the first sign of Cassie having Magical Powers.

I don't know how much time has passed since book 3, but i love that Cassie and Tobias are all jokes now about him eating live rodents.

"I would be glad to give him a picture of me in a dress or something" -GIRL PLEASE

I know that the group (esp Rachel) can get antagonistic with Marco, but we have to give it to him here. He didn't get overly defensive or combative. He knows why they're acting this way towards him. And he just comes out and reassures them that he's on their side.

And the yeerks begin to suspect that the "Andalite Bandits" might actually be humans. I forgot that it was brought up this early in the series. Because these kids were thoughtful, but early on they really weren't as careful as they should have been. Truly the only reason their secret went on for so long was that no one was brave enough to tell Visser 3 he might be wrong.

As a kid I always had more of a crush on Marco. But the way Cassie talks about Jake? I get it girl. 13 year olds are swooning.

Wait. This farm has been in your family since the Civil War? Putting aside the theory that these kids are somewhere in California (not canon. i get it). You're telling me that this Farm has been in Cassie's African American family since the American CIVIL WAR??? Sure, Let's not explain further.

Cassie's book is also the first time we get the dialogue over the ethics of morphing. I understand some of the hate Cassie gets, but honestly, when people complain about her always talking ethics? Get over it. It's a good thing. These are middle schoolers. The fact that they're having discussions over the ethics of taking animal dna, cloning that animal, and then mind controlling it? And then the variances depending on which animal/their intelligence level/asking consent? We should want our kids talking about this kind of thing.

"We can all morph fine" -oh the humility. a humble queen. but no Cassie. You are an artist sculpting a beautiful pot, and the others are kindergarteners smashing clay into makeshift ashtrays that their parents won't use.

It's bittersweet how these kids only get to act like kids by giving in to the dolphin mind.

Hold up, THIS is when they think of using the morphing power to heal? I guess it is? Their missions so far have been failures, but they haven't involved near death injuries. This is a bizarre realization.

I really love this moment between Cassie and Marco. Cassie is often portrayed as this wise earth mother type. But here we get to see that this is a major growing up moment for her. She needs to start making active decisions, and not just letting other people take responsibility. The war makes this transition a bit more life and death than most teenagers get, but still necessary.

This plan! This is the one. They're finally being smart about this. Morphing gulls to get a ride on a ship? Resting before going dolphin? They're finally thinking strategically.

Ax's introduction is just so beautiful. He's a child, raised by a militaristic education system during wartime. And now he's alone and afraid and trying very desperately to impress and assess these aliens who in a matter of minutes have just told him that his older brother (the War Hero) has broken their most sacred laws and was murdered by Visser 3.

This is also the first time we hear the black and white version of the andalites vs yeerks. I know that the truth is much more complicated than what Ax is saying. But right now, it's just a group of kids talking. One side is fighting to save others. One is fighting to destroy others.

And there we have it. The team is all together finally. A lot of firsts in this book that I had forgotten about. I'm excited to re-experience these kids integrating Ax into the group. Also, grateful for magic talking whales.

[thegreymarveljedi]

Relaxing Days

(Crosshair x Reader)

This one is kind of an OOC Crosshair cause I think he’s just a touch starved, misunderstood man. I took this idea from a previous fic in my drafts and turned it into some soft Crosshair smut!

(Divider done by @snotbuggle)

Warnings: SMUTT, first time! Reader, slight insecure reader, oral (f and m receiving), face sitting, nipple play, pet names, Crosshair is a soft boi, check ins, consent is key, p in v sex, fluffy ending.

Words: 5.5K+

The snarky sniper of Clone force 99 or The Bad Batch, had taken a liking to you almost immediately after you joined the squad as their general. You seemed to be one of the only people outside of his squad of brothers that he trusted with his life. And that was saying something because it usually took him a long time to trust people but with you, it took merely a day.

When you first joined the squad, the others were sceptical but welcoming nonetheless, never having had a proper general to answer too. Wrecker was the first to warm up, knowing that he could joke with you and never be judged. The others were shocked when it was Crosshair who warmed up to you next, finding comfort in your presence and being nice to you. Tech had even tried to take Crosshairs temperature and run a few test before the sniper scowled and smacked him away.

It happened after you returned to Coruscant, back from a long, strenuously mission that you broke through Crosshair’s hard exterior. You matched his stubbornness head on but still showed him unwavering kindness, even if he had been cold to you when you first joined. He respected you even more when he realized that you wouldn’t take his shit, conceding his respect and reciprocating your kindness.

After that, he began to open up to you. He would crack jokes with you much to the surprise of his brothers. But that helped them to feel more comfortable with you as their general. You had even over heard Hunter say to the Tech and Echo once, “if Crosshair likes her, then how bad could it be?”

Crosshair would tell you stories about their cadet days and about missions they took on before you had become their general. Even at late hours of the night, he would come knocking on the door to your quarters, asking to talk or just wanting to be held, to cuddle when he couldn't sleep. You never objected, letting the misunderstood, touch starved trooper in, holding him close until the sun shone through your window in the morning and sometimes even after that.

The rest of the squad took notice of Crosshair’s more relaxed behaviour as the weeks went by, noting that he had much less of a temper now that you were around. He would join the team in joking around and was much less bothered by Wrecker’s childish antics, even initiating some jokes.

The Batch was pleasantly surprised by how kind Crosshair was to you but, Hunter especially, was happy to see his little brother finally somewhat relaxed. He was glad that Crosshair had found someone who he felt comfortable with and even if it wasn’t him or any of the other batch members, at least he had someone.

Through his hard exterior, you could see that he was a soft, misunderstood man under there, looking for a purpose, looking to be loved by someone. And you showed him that he had a purpose in life other than to be a soldier, that he deserved love and that you loved him.

~Time Skip~

Locked in a heated makeout session, you and Crosshair were in your quarters aboard the Negotiator 2.0 spending time together. The other members of the Bad Batch were off doing their own thing, unaware of what was currently going on between their General and sniper behind closed doors.

After another successful joint mission with the 212th, General Kenobi thought it best to give the men a much needed break, sighting their good work. Everyone had been excited for the rest as they awaited their next orders. That's what led you and Crosshair to this moment, some quiet time alone in your quarters. You and him hadn't gotten to spend a lot of alone time together because of how many non stop missions you had been sent on.

You had been a couple for a few months now and, with the exception of Hunter, because nothing got past him, no one knew. You were courting in secret because it wasn’t something you wanted everyone to know just yet. And with you being a Jedi and Crosshair a clone, it would get you both in trouble if the wrong people found out about your relationship. That’s why you and Crosshair agreed to keep your relationship on the down low.

Since then, you and Crosshair had been sneaking around, trying to find more and more places for you fun "games". This wasn't the first time you've been like this but it's never really gone all the way.

You were nervous for your first time having sex, never having had it before. Yes, you and Crosshair had engaged in foreplay with hand jobs and fingering but nothing past that. You were afraid you wouldn't be good enough for him, not having the experience her had in this department as well as other reasons.

Right now, you were sat on top of Crosshair’s lap, straddling him as his hands massaged your thighs. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. You pulled away from the kiss breathless, resting your foreheads together and smiling at each other. Crosshair had such an amazing smile and you were saddened that he didn’t show it off more. Then again, if you got to see it everyday then you’d be happy.

“Crosshair?” Your voice was quiet, almost like you felt the romantic atmosphere would disappear if you were any louder. The man below you responded with a short ‘hmm’, his lips travelling down to kiss at your neck.

"I think I’m ready," you whispered to him, taking hold of his face and bringing it up to look at you, holding it gently in your hands. His eyes went wide as he pulled away from you slightly, searching your eyes for reassurance. He knew that this was new territory for you, attachments and relationships forbidden for Jedi though most were not celibate. But you had confided in him that even if sex was a loop hole, you didn’t want just anyone, you wanted a connection with someone.

"A-are you sure Cyar’ika? I mean I am too but I just want you to be fully ready so you won't reg-" Crosshair began to ramble but you cut him off with short, reassuring kiss to his lips. The lips that had whispered so many loving words to you in the late hours aboard the marauder, flying through hyperspace or between missions in your quarters on Kamino.

"I'm sure Crosshair. I want you to be my first," you said, shrugging off your top robes as reassurance for him, making him smile and nod. He slowly helped you pull the remainder of your robes off, pulling your undershirt up over your head, discarding the piece of clothing on the floor.

Crosshair’s upper armour was soon to follow, hands working diligently to remove it with your help. You moved down to his legs, removing the armour adorning his slim yet muscular thighs. You were careful when removing it, being mindful that the clones took pride in their armour which was no exception for the Batch. Once his armour was full removed, Crosshair pulled you back up and onto his lap, hands finding their way to your ass.

The top half of his blacks soon followed his armour to the floor as you lifted the shirt up and over his head, feeling his lean yet muscular body as you went. Crosshsir wasn't a super big man, his genetic makeup modified to be of a slimmer size to better suit his position as the team sniper. Even if he wasn’t a large man, he was still muscular and fit, tall and agile. No matter what he looked like, you loved him just the same.

You smiled as he moved his hands up and down your sides, still looking a little hesitant, as if unsure that you were fully ready and committed to this.

“Are you sure this is what you want mesh’la? Because I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to stop if you change your mind.” Crosshair said, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

You kissed his soft lips again, trying your best to convey to him that you really wanted to do this before pulling away to take off your breast band, throwing it to the floor with your shirts and the rest of your clothing.

“I’m sure Crosshair. Please, I want you.”

Crosshair looked down at your breasts hungrily, his eyes meeting yours, silently asking for permission to start. You nodded shyly, closing your eyes before taking hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up to massage your chest. You moaned softly as he took one of your hardeneding buds between his thumb and index finger, tweaking and rolling it.

His unoccupied hand moved up your body to your lips, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip before you engulfed it into your mouth to suck. Yours eyes met again, not breaking contact as you sucked his thumb. It was such a sensual act to Crosshair that he let out a chuckle before groaning at your eagerness. He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, being sure to hold your lip open before moving his other hand down to play with your neglected nipple.

“Fuck Crosshair, that feels so good.” With his fingers doing such a great job on just your breasts, you felt as thought you would cum just from nipple simulation. His fingers were long and the pads soft, making his hands perfect for jobs like this. You moaned as he took one nipple into his mouth and began to suck softly, picking up the pace as satisfied moans continued to fall from your lips. As he worked on you chest, you started to grind you hips against his crotch, making him moan around you nipple.

Crosshair pulled away from your chest with a slight pop, moving his hands down to your hips. He gripped your love handles gently yet firmly and began to meet your hips with his, grinding against your clothed core making you both moan.

"Cross, Fuck," you moaned, burying your face in his neck to try and muffle your sounds. You kissed and nipped at the skin of his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple bob with your affections. You moved your hands down to his pants, pulling at the drawstring of his blacks and feeling the waists of them slacken slightly.

You had never told him so but he looked sexy in just his blacks. He always looked sexy no matter what he was wearing and now, you could see him fully nude which would finally complete the fantasy you had envisioned many time before. You groaned as the image slotted itself in your mind, the picture making your core wet and ready for him.

Crosshair moved his hands down to the hem of your pants, unbuckling your belt and pulling it off, tossing it to the floor. You smiled at him and got off of his lap, standing up beside the bed before slowly, teasingly, sliding your pants down your legs. Crosshair watched with bated breath as you stripped off your last layer, stepping out of them and leaving you in your black panties.

Crosshair watched in awe, seeing you in nothing but your panties was an image he was determined to commit to memory. His hands reached for your hips again, running them up and down as he admired your gorgeous physique.

“Mesh’la,” he murmured, entranced by your beauty. Your cheeks were tinted a light pink as you too in his words, feeling bashful about the way he was looking at you though you did nothing to cover yourself.

Crosshair let a smile grace his lips as he stood up with you, removing his hands from your hips and pushing the bottoms of his blacks down and off, leaving him in his boxers. You watched with hungry eyes as his black came off, getting down on your knees in front of him. Your eyes met again and you never broke the contact as your hand came to palm his clothed erection, feeling his cock flex through his boxers.

Crosshair moaned softly, running his fingers through your hair as you palmed him, "S-stop teasing (Y/N)," he whimpered, a sound that you never imagined would come out of the snarky snipers mouth. He was always very careful with his words and the things that came off his tongue, but in this moment, hearing such a vulnerable sound come from him made you giddy.

You smirked up at Crosshair, feeling your confidence grow as you slowly pulled down his boxers, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side, resuming his position in front of you. You looked up at him with innocent eyes, your hand coming up to stroke his cock. Crosshair sighed in relief, legs shaking slightly as he moved back to sit on the bed, you following him dutifully.

You ran your hands up and down Crosshair’s thighs, kissing up his inner thighs until you reached his cock. You made eye contact with him again as you brought your tongue to his tip, kitten licking it while your other hand stoked his base. Crosshair sighed as he threaded his fingers through your hair again, just resting it there and not pushing you further. You carefully and, quite skillfully, took him into your mouth and began to bob your head up and down.

"Oh dear maker!" Crosshair moaned almost breathlessly, trying and failing to keep his hips still. He gently and gently thrusted his hips, encouraging but not forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. You smiled around him before taking his entire length, right down to base, in your mouth. You gagged slightly, never having done this before but trying your best to make it good for him. And Crosshair was long, and had some girth to him which made it more difficult but you persevered.

"Oh kriff cyar’ika, that feels so good," Cross moaned, continuing to thrust into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. You squeezed his balls as you took him, feeling the heavy weight of his sack pulse as his hips stuttered. He gripped your hair and held your head down at his cock pulsed, not being able to hold it in any longer.

“Can I-“ he barely got the words out as you nodded, deepthroating him as he came with a shout, his cum flooding your throat. You gagged as he came, sucking on his cock through his orgasm as he began to soften in your mouth.

Crosshair removed his hand from your hair, panting as he came down from his high, legs twitching and chest heaving. He reached down slightly and held your chin in his hand, watching as you swallowed his load. You pulled off his cock with a small pop, a string of saliva connecting you to his softening length as you too in deep breaths, wiping your lips with the back of your hand.

Crosshair groaned softly, his hands reaching under your arms, pulling you up off the floor and into his lap again. He kissed you deeply and you happily obliged, your tongues moving together. Cross didn’t care that he could taste himself on your tongue, still in the afterglow of what was one of the best orgasms he had ever had. You could feel him hardening again, his enhanced genetics meaning he had stamina to spare. You smiled into the kiss, giggling as you pulled away and buried your face in his neck.

"What is so funny kitten?" Crosshair asked, his voice thicker than normal, gruff and sexy to your ears. You whimpered softly into his neck just from hearing the words roll off his silver tongue, the tongue you wanted to badly to feel against your cunt.

"You," you said, smiling into his neck and placing small kisses along the side. He chuckled and pulled you away from his neck, kissing you deeply once more before coaxing you stand again. Crosshair ran his hands up your tights to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs to reveal your beautiful pussy to him. You shyly crossed your legs once your panties were on the floor, a pink hugh tinting your cheeks.

“Don’t hide cyar’ika. You’re beautiful,” Crosshair said, pulling you back into his lap. You were sheepish, not meeting his eyes again until he tilted your chin up to him.

“I’m being honest (Y/N). You’re so unbelievably, breathtakingly beautiful ner sarad,” he said and kissed your lips gently. It was a loving, affectionate kiss that held so much meaning and warmth behind it that you couldn’t deny his words.

“Thank you Crosshair,” you whispered against his lips, knowing that he wouldn’t lie to you especially about this.

Crosshair began trailing kisses down your neck toward your breasts once more where he engulfed your left nipple in his mouth again, while his left hand came up to play with the right one. You moaned a little louder than before, voice high as he ravaged your chest, laying a claim to your breasts like a man starved of milk.

Crosshair pulled off with a small pop before laying back on the bed, pulling you with him as he adjusted himself on the pillows, "come here cyare," he said, the term of endearment rolling off his tongue like a prayer.

You seductively crawled on top of him so you were situated on his firm chest, staring down at him and waiting for his next move. He smirked again and gripped your ass, pulling you higher up his body until you were straddling his face. You gasped at the sudden display of his strength, hands coming up to support yourself against the wall. You looked down into Crosshairs determined eyes, finding desire and hunger in his eyes as they flickered between yours and your cunt.

"I want you to ride my face mesh’la. Wanna taste you so bad," he growled against your thigh making you moan and nod. Crosshair smirked, quickly bringing your pussy down to his face, and lapping at your folds with vigor.

You moaned unabashedly as he got to work on your sensitive core, licking, sucking and biting your lower lips. To Crosshair your moans were like a music to his ears, singing his praises and praying to him to go faster. You were still hesitant to put your full weight on him, afraid that you would suffocate him.

Crosshair must have felt your hesitation, as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and pressed you down against his tongue. You yelled out an obnoxiously pornographic moan as he latched onto your clit, sucking hard on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You brought one hand down to his head, running your fingers through his short silver hair.

“Oh fuck Crosshair! Fuck that f-feels amazing,” you managed to get out between pleasured sounds, throwing your head back as he furiously sucked on your clit.

Before you could fully process what was happening, Crosshair entered a finger into your soaked pussy, pulling a deep, guttural groan from you. You looked down again to see his piercing hazel eyes looking back up at you as he devoured your cunt while he finger fucked you. He then added a second and third finger after a few more moments, stretching your entrance open in preparation for his cock. You panted above him and began to grind against his fingers and face, chasing your incoming orgasm.

"You stretch me so well Cross, so fucking good," you moaned and threw your head back again, the hand in his hair tightening. Crosshair smirked and sped up his movements, thrusting his fingers faster as he sucking on the hood of your clit.

"Oh Fuck! Oh maker C-cross, I'm so C-Clo-" you didn't get finish you sentence as Crosshair crooked his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot dead on with a precision only he had. You screamed as you came on his tongue and fingers, Crosshair lapping us your sweet juices as if they were his last meal. Your chest heaved with your head thrown back as you came down from your intense high, Crosshair slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. He carefully lifted you off his face, guiding you back down his body to your snug fitting position on his lap.

He sat up and held you as you caught your breath, hearing him whisper sweet nothings in your ear to help bring you back. A dazed smile graced your face as you listened to him speak, his voice soothing you as reality returned to your vision.

“You’re alright love. I’m here,” Crosshair whispered, rubbing circles on your back. He took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, guiding you to follow his breathing patterns as your brain fog cleared. You followed the movements of his chest, feeling safe in his arms as he brought you back.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, interrupting your tender moment together. Your heart beat quickened, the fear of getting caught weighing heavy on your mind. You weren’t afraid to admit that you were with Crosshair, but it was against the code to for attachments so it was Obi-wan at the door, you were both royally fucked.

"Who is it!" You called out, removing yourself from Crosshairs lap and sliding off the bed. You quickly forced your bath robe into your hand, wrapping it around yourself before walking to the door.

"It's your favourite clone!" The voice of one of your best friend’s came from the other side making you turn to Crosshair and mouth to him to hide. He rolled his eyes and begrudgingly nodded, quickly stepping into the fresher, hitting the button to close the door behind him.

The door to your room slid open to reveal Commander Cody standing on the other side, arms crossed and a worried look in his soft hazel eyes, "I heard you scream so I wanted to come and check on you," He said, giving you a once over from head to toe to make sure nothing was wrong.

You mentally face palmed because you knew that someone would catch you if you were too loud. You nodded and pulled the rode a little tighter around yourself, being mindful that you were naked underneath and your neck was most likely littered with love bites, "Yup! Just fine! I just dropped my lightsaber on my toes and it surprised me is all!" You lied, just coming up with a quick one to cover for yourself though your voice was higher than normal.

Cody nodded, still looking sceptical but not wanting you push you further, "Ok, if you say so. Also, have you seen Crosshair? Wrecker’s been looking for him, something about wanting to place a bet on something," He added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. You shook your head quickly with a shrug, trying to come up with a cover for Crosshair now.

"Have you checked the training deck? He’s usually there upping the target practice high score for you boys," You asked and rocked back and forth on your heels, hoping they hadn’t checked there yet. Cody bit his lip, feeling a little silly that he hadn’t thought about that before uncrossing his arms with a sigh. He shock his head before giving you a short hug, holding you in his arms a little longer than her would anyone else.

"I'll have the boys check there now. Thanks vod’ika," he said, giving you a cheeky smile as he stepped back into the hallway. You smiled back at him and patted him on the back, knowing that for now you were safe, "No problem Cody! I hope you find him.”

“I’m sure we will,” Cody said with a chuckle and gave you a two finger salute, walking down the corridor and disappearing around the corner. When the door slid shut, you sighed, re-engaging the lock before peeling the robe off your body. Crosshair emerged from the fresher, a scowl on his face as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck.

"Damn reg, killed the mood," Crosshair snarled, his possessive nature shining through just a little. You playfully slapped his arm but soon realized what he meant. You could no longer feel his hard cock on your ass, but instead a soft lump of flesh resting against your behind.

"First of all that's my best friends and technically your CO-” you said and turned to face him, smiling slightly, "-and second-" you reached your hand down between your body, gripping his softening cock. You began to stoke it slowly, teasing and seductive making him groan, "-we can always bring the mood back," you whispered breathlessly in his ear, listening to him moan as you jerked his cock.

He was hard again within a few minutes, your touch being everything he needed to get back in the mood once more. You smiled at your handy work before using the force to give him a push, pushing him back towards the bed. He fell onto it with a surprised yelp, listening to your giggles as you came back over to him and straddled his hips again.

Crosshair grinned and sat up a little, watching as you positioned your cunt over his cock. He took hold of your hips before you could sink down on him, his eyes meeting your ask you gave him a curious glance.

“One last time cyar’ika, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He asked making you giggle again. You leaned down and kissed his lips, running one hand through his hair as the other one remained wrapped around him.

“I’m sure Cross. I want this, I want you to be my first,” you whispered against his lips and slowly lowered yourself down on him, moaning as he stretched your pussy, cunt swallowing him greedily. Crosshair groaned at the tightness of your core, gripping your hips firmly before bringing you down on his cock fully in one fluid motion.

You cried out, head falling forward onto Crosshairs shoulder as you panted for breath, "W-what was that f-for?" you voice quivering as you spoke, the surprise of the movement melting away and making way for an unforgettably pleasurable sensation. It felt so good and he hadn’t even begun to move yet.

"Get it over with- kriff- it’ll hurt less," Crosshair said, moving his hips in slowly circles before he began to shallowly thrust up into you. You moaned, unrestrained and cock drunk, hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you moved up and down on his cock, feeling his tip against your cervix.

"You’re so tight mesh’la," Crosshair moaned, moving his hands from your hips to your ass and grabbing at the round globes for more leverage, "you like having my cock buried in your tight pussy? Does it feel just as good as it does in your dreams?” he whispered in your ear making you moan louder.

"Keep sweet talking like that and I'll cum before we've even really started," You said somewhat breathlessly, your hips meeting Crosshairs as he thrusted up into you. It felt amazing, almost like heaven and for your first time, you were sure that no one could ever be as good as Crosshair.

Crosshair sped up his thrusts, his hips slapping against your ass forcefully as his high drew closer and closer. He was embarrassed with how quickly he was going to cum but then again, you were so warm and tight around him, he couldn’t help it.

“Fuck cyar’ika, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned out, his hips stuttering slightly as you moaned on top of him.

“I’m almost there Cross, fuck you feel so good inside me,” you moaned out, hands on his chest before a yelp left your throat as Crosshair rolled you onto your back. His cock remained buried inside your cunt and with the new position it felt as if he was reaching deeper and deeper.

“FUCK!” You screamed as crosshair sped up his thrusts, chasing his orgasm just as he was yours. He brought his hand down between your bodies and began to rub your clit once more, drawing a scream from your lips at the over sensitivity.

“Crosshair!” You moaned as you came, your walls convulsing around and drawing his cock in, holding it inside your pussy. That threw Crosshair over the edge, his cock pulsing inside you as his seed shot deep into your cunt. You could feel his spend painting your walls white, the warm sensation of it making you see stars.

Crosshair slowed the movement of his hips, letting every last drop of his seed out inside you. You both panted as he laid down next to you, holding you in his arms as you both came back to reality. You stayed there for a few minutes to catch your breath before Crosshair carefully pulled out, causing a whimper to leave your lips. He whispered an apology to you and kissed your forehead, getting up and quickly walking to the bathroom.

He came back a few seconds later with a glass of water and a damp cloth, slowly sitting you up. You made no protest against the movement, body and mind still up in the clouds in the after glow of your orgasm. He thoughtfully clean you up, smiling apologetically as you whimpered, still sensitive from your first time. Crosshair kissed your forehead again, using the cloth to clean himself off before tossing it into the clothing shute and handing you the glass of water.

“Drink up mesh’la. You need it especially after such activities,” he said, the smile not leaving his face. You nodded and drank the water slowly, watching Crosshair as he picked his armour up off the ground and placed it by the door with genuine care. You smiled down at the glass of water in your hand, thinking about how caring Crosshair was being with you. You watched as he then picked up your clothes off the floor and discarded them in the clothing shute. He walked over to the dresser in the corner of your room, opening the top drawer and pulling out a clean set of underwear for you.

You finished your water and put the glass down on the nightstand, smiling slightly in embarrassment as Crosshair came over to the bed. He carefully pulled you to stand on your shaky legs, helping you into your underwear before scooping you up and laying you back down in your bed.

He quickly retrieved a new pair of boxers from his pack, pulling them on before sliding into the bed next to you. Crosshair pulled the covers up over your bodies, pulling you closer as you snuggled into his chest. You sighed contently, feeling warmth envelop your body as you pressed up against his frame underneath the blanket. Even if Crosshair normally ran a cold body temperature, right now her warm, a comfortable, post sex warm.

"That was amazing Crosshair, thank you." You said and laid one more gently kiss to his chest, drawing circles around the 99 tattoo on his left pec. He smiled softly down at you and placed a kiss to your forehead once more, running a hand up and down your back.

"I love you, ner mesh’la cyare. Thank you for making this an amazing and unforgettable experience. You truly know how to make a man happy," Crosshair said with a chuckle and looked down at you with the charming smile you had come to love.

"I love you too. I’m glad it felt good for you, I was afraid I wouldn't be go enough for you with how inexperienced I am,” you said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear shyly. Crosshair had been with other women before, all of the Batch members had, and all those other women had more experience. But you loved Crosshair, and you hoped to be enough for him.

Crosshair looked at you bewildered before holding your chin softly in his hand, building you to look him in the eyes. He looked down at you with such love and adoration, hand instead moving to hold your cheek as he stroked it with his thumb, "Non sense ner kar’ta, that felt absolutely fantastic. I'm glad I got to be your first and you were absolutely amazing. I have never found a woman who made me feel as loved and cared for as you. You are more than good enough for me," Crosshair said and placed a delicate kiss to your lips,trying his best to convey his love before he pulled away from it.

You smiled and snuggled into his chest farther, enjoying the contrast of his now cool smooth skin against your heated palm. You drew circles on his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against your cheek. Crosshair kissed the crown of your head, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Soon you both drifted to sleep in each other's arms, content with how the night had come to a close.

Let me know what you think of this! If you want to see more soft Crosshair, let me know in the comments!

[hyperblue]

Everyday I scroll through your blog just to remember what happiness is.

Also, I did have an actual question or request(?) I suppose, I want, NEED more details about your specific AU with Wendy and Jackie, what fo they enjoy? How often do they fight with their fathers? What do they grow up to be??? You've said before that Jack is scared of his powers, so does this result in him going out and having a 'normal' life? How would that affect his relationships with his family?

Of course you don't have to answer but I am very curious!

hello there!! I'm so glad to hear that you're enjoying my blog, thank you for your kind words 💙

and yes i will gladly answer your questions! this will probably get a bit long, i hope that's okay with you

au's mainly focused on twins when they are around 17-18 (kind of symbolic to tim's age when he cloned them because I'm prosy like that)

one of the main reasons why I've decided to go for twins in this au (aside from being indecisive about whether it should be a boy or a girl) is because it gives me a chance to demonstrate how two people can have same upbringing/surrounding and be influenced by the very same group of people AND still form entirely different perspectives and opinions on certain things. i'm going to use both kids' relationships with kon as one of the clearest examples:

wendy appreciates kon dearly, she thinks very high of him and constantly seeks for his company and attention. on the other hand, as she gets older, it becomes really awkward for her to be around him because she's old enough now to actually understand and pear wiggle the whole "my dad cloned me out of this dead dude's dna without his consent" thing in her head, until she has to stop for a moment and go: "wow. that was So Not Okay of my dad." on top of that she's facing a major identity crisis because you know, teens, and starts to question her own existence and even tim's love for her, because she can't be sure now if he actually loves her or if she's just a good enough replacement of what her dad could have loved, but never got an actual chance. which eventually leads to her bottling up lots of anger towards tim, because obviously it's his fault that she can't look kon in the eyes anymore, and none of this would've happened if he just had his shit together and didn't try to clone kon all those years ago (and she's not even entirely wrong)

what she CAN'T fathom just yet is the fact that she loves kon so much partly because she got to see him through tim's eyes; part of her affection for kon is deeply rooted in a way tim spoke about him when she was a kid, always loving, always in awe — essentially, tim was the first person who taught wendy the concept and the feeling of love. and even her awkwardness and guilt that she's experiencing around kon are inherited from tim; she's just mirroring her dad's own feelings about himself without even realizing it

jackie, on the other hand... it would be easy to say that he's just not as close with kon as his sister, but when you start to look at the reasons, well, it gets a little bit messy. you see, jackie was always a "daddy's boy"; he and tim were inseparable when jackie was a kid, they still are, actually, it's just that tim only now starts to realize negative side effects of their closeness but that's for another post. not only that, he's also much more... observant than wendy in a lot of ways, so while wendy was soaking in tim's affection for kon as a sponge to eventually make it her own, jackie couldn't help but notice how hard it was for his dad to have kon in his life only as a co-parent and nothing more (they've bended their friendship as years went by, but it was never easy for both of them); not to mention that tim, to this day, experiences a very severe depressive episodes, to the point of not being able to get out of bed — jackie was very affected by it too growing up. so to him, as of now, it doesn't make sense for kon to stick around and be his usual "weekend dad" if he's not willing to stay forever, and he's kind of resentful towards kon, because he always felt sorry for tim in this situation. not that he doesn't understand why exactly it's the way that it is, it's just that his philosophy on that matter is: if you can't stay forever, do not bother visiting us at all, and stop giving dad any hope for more. jackie's anxiety regarding his kryptonian powers also does not help at all, more on that later

(got carried away with this, sorry, i just had to take this opportunity to explain why there are twins in my timkon clone baby au)

so about the kids, wendy is a rebellious soul and free spirit, and her interests really show that about her — she's been horse riding since she was five, tim was a bit hesitant about it at first, but with damian's help they managed to convince him that everything is going to be okay; damian has also bought wendy her own horse, the one she's connected with in her equestrian club (damian is her favorite uncle ever since; she did not let him call her horse a "Bathourse", tho). aside from that she plays guitar just a little, tim's also tried to teach her piano but ended up failing miserably; he also wasn't able to pass on to her his music taste, wendy is almost strictly a pop girl. she's not really good at photography from professional point of view, but she almost always has her little digital camera with her to take snapshots of memories

(she's also really into true crime videos/podcasts, it's one of the activities that she likes to share with her dad; most times after a fight with tim, if she wants to make up or apologize, she just sneaks into his office and starts playing random true crime youtube video at full volume)

jackie doesn't really have a "main" interest or hobby, even though he's passionate about a lot of things, some of them include: art (because damian), sports (although he's not playing himself), cars (because tim), photography (once again, tim), also I'm pretty sure he's good at math — a little bit of this, a little bit of that, as he himself would say. it could create a major problem for him to choose between college programs if he hadn't already decided that he is going to inherit drake industries, so business it is. tim actually had a whole conversation with him, like, "are you SURE that's what you want," resulting in jackie just. shrugging his shoulders, because it's just about as good as any other choice; not that he has some big, special dream anyway. also i think that he probably skipped a class (wendy did not; she's not too excited about going to college)

speaking about jackie being scared of his powers, it's most likely the result of an accident/series of accidents from his childhood when he unwillingly hurt tim or demolished something during tantrums (he used to throw them a lot when he was younger); kon has offered his help at figuring out how to control it, of course, but if for wendy it was existing and she wanted to get even stronger and make more progress, for jackie it was always about keeping it at bay so to not hurt anyone else. he never really wanted to become a vigilante either, which is good enough for tim because he's worried enough about wendy rushing to the field; he's as close at being a civilian as you can possibly get while growing up with bats and having a kryptonian dad. mostly it's a relief for his family ("at least one of us is going to graduate college"), although wendy can't stop bugging him about joining in and being the coolest vigilante twins gotham has ever seen. it's a bit isolating for him, sure, considering that everyone in his family is a superhero of some sort, but with tim mostly being a stay at home dad and only managing comms every once in a while it turned out better than it could

it DID get long, and i start to lose the train of thoughts; nevertheless, i hope you'll enjoy this answer 💙 feel free to ask more about them, I'm always up to chatting about my babies

[ranahan]

I just read the Republic Commando: Hard Contact and Republic Commando: Triple Zero novels by Karen Traviss. Republic Commando is Legends now, but here are a few points that struck me about arguments I’ve seen go back and forth here on tumblr. Spoilers for the books!

Several mentions of entire batches of brothers “disappearing” for minor variances & clones being more afraid of the kaminoans than their training sergeants. Kal Skirata drunkenly breaking into tears over the poor boys. Very clear that in Traviss’s books, clones were being decommissioned.

Several mentions of clones dying in live fire exercises on Kamino before being deployed & the training sergeants standing by and doing nothing.

There’s a blurb of a retired commando, chronological age 23, biological age 60. Again, in Traviss’s books, the artificial ageing doesn’t stop when the clones reach adulthood. The main characters are also described as visibly ageing between the two books.

Pretty chilling description of the kind of brainwashing that you believe because you don’t have any reason not to when your entire life so far has lined up with it. I would completely believe these boys could execute Order 66 without the chips & all I could do would be to empathise with them.

Troopers telling their concerned jedi to not worry their pretty little head about what happens to dead troopers. Later a reinforcing mention of no bodybags needed in the GAR.

Vau nearly killing a trooper in training & making the troopers beat each other into a pulp in training.

So again, Republic Commando are Legends now but if anyone wonders where the fandom got the idea that these things happen, here’s your answer. They aren’t fandom inventions.

Other notes and personal opinions:

I mostly enjoyed Hard Contact. There were some bits near the end that fell a little flat, but overall an enjoyable military action/military science fiction novel.

Triple Zero on the other hand, not so much. The pregnancy storyline was just icky. Both in how Etain herself makes it her entire raison d’être, how she makes it the reason for why Darman now has a future, and the lack of consent on Darman’s part. She intentionally gets pregnant without ever discussing anything with him (they’ve been together for two whole weeks at this point), whether he wants kids at all, wants them with her, wants them in the middle of a war, or sees having children in the same light as she does. She’s had the most superficial of introductions to Mandalorian culture and has no idea whether or to what degree the clones or Darman as an individual share those notions—given that they probably have an understandably complicated relationship with Mandalorian culture and especially the notions of children, parents, and legacy. For all we know at this point in the series she could have completely misconstrued the whole thing. But there she goes, and decides that this is how she will fix everything and give Darman a future: a genetic legacy to outlive him.

The force-accelerated pregnancy reads like a bad fan fiction and the whole “go undercover to hide the pregnancy” reads like a Victorian novel.

Etain feels like an odd choice for a point of view character in a military science fiction story. She’s aggressively the-girl-next-door, pointedly unremarkable and ordinary. I guess the point is that readers could have a regular person’s point of view, with which to contrast the commando mindset, and to whom things can be naturally explained without infodumping. But it goes overboard and makes her seem incompetent and immature, so you start wondering what the hell is she even doing in the story or on a battlefield or what does anyone see in her.

There are sexist attitudes straight from the planet Earth. It’s in men and females, how Etain and other female characters are seen through their sex first and other characteristics second, and how they are always “other” in comparison to men. But it’s not just the women, it’s young men—the clones—too where I get this vibe. It’s very bioessentialist. There seems to be this underlying thread of pairing up and reproducing being the most valuable thing a person can do with their life. Which again, seems like an odd choice for a thematic storyline in a military science fiction novel. Like, this is not what it said on the tin.

Some of the tactical/counterterrorism side in Triple Zero feels inauthentic to me as well. There’s too much being bad boys for shock value and too little professional soldiering for my tastes anyway. But I don’t kick in doors professionally so what do I know.

No sense of numbers for galactic economy. Exhibit A: Qiilura.

Lastly, fandom: can we get more Corr? This is an EOD trooper who gets both of his hands blown off early in the war, gets stuck in a logistics centre duty while waiting for better prosthetics, still determined to get back into action to fight alongside his brothers, gets accidentally adopted by some commandos, and makes a career change from disabling fiddly explosives to kicking in doors. A round of appreciation for Corr!

[sarcastic-sketches]

TCW Snapshots: Kitsune Ed. Zygerria

Back on my Kitsune AU bullshit and I have considered various scenes that take place during the Clone Wars - and have written tons of dialogue for - but I have some favourites. I’ve already covered Umbara and the Zillo Beast but this one covers the Zygerria Arc because oh boy would that play very differently.

Anakin cannot play the part of the slaver, not with those very visible ears and tails that mark him for what he is - supposedly the last Kitsune in the Galaxy - his price tag with be practically unnamable. Sure, he could play the slaver but there’s no way the Queen would listen to him as one, she would just see his rarity and value. Anakin would know this. He would have to be the bait. He has to face that long buried trauma again and play the role of the slave. It’s fine, he says to himself, it’s just a role. He can handle it.

There’s nothing they could use to trap him that would keep him for long.

Nobody is happy about this and everyone knows that’s gonna have consequences of the mental kind but they can’t just leave the Togruta to their fate. Plus, the only other likely alternative is the Togruta child in their midst. A Jedi’s duty is to others before themselves...

But this leaves the part of the slaver open. Ahsoka can’t do it, for the aforementioned reasons. Rex is briefly considered but ultimately decided to also not be an option because he’s not trained as a negotiator, he can’t bluff his way through this. Privately, he also doesn’t think at this point in the timeline that he would be able to just hand over his General like he were an item to barter with. The mission always comes first and all that but the guy has realised he’s in love with Skywalker for over a year now, there would be tells he could not control. But you know who can? Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan who is Anakin’s teacher, his best friend, who is called ‘Master’ by Anakin for an entirely different reason. He realises just how much trust Anakin is placing in him to take on this role, but Anakin tells him that he refuses to call Obi-Wan ‘Master’ for the entire charade - refuses to tarnish the word he has come to accept as a term of respect - and Obi-Wan is grateful for that. It would fuck them both up once this was all over if he did.

Rex and Ahsoka are now on infiltration duty and they are the ones who get caught later to be showcased in the slave auction arena.

So you’ve got Rex and Ahsoka about to be made examples of, with Obi-Wan forced to whip them. Except, he clearly hesitates; he knows he has to do this for the ruse but this was NOT discussed as a possibility beforehand. Rex can take it, they both know this and he signals as such, but Ahsoka is a child, their padawan. Anakin consented to be put in the position he’s in for the plan, but not Ahsoka. 

Obi-Wan doesn’t get to make the choice in the end.

Anakin has had enough. It’s not pretty. Ankin is flying into a Full Kitsune mode fuelled rage right in the middle of the arena, snapping Ahsoka’s and Rex’s chains free before taking out the guards. Obi-Wan tries to reach out to him, to calm him down but the guards are closing in and now Rex is getting tasered. The lack of control, being enslaved again (just the mindset he’s put himself back into alone), and seeing the people he cares about most having to hurt each other have eaten through Anakin’s remaining calm and patience over the situation. The electro whips are doing bugger all to a Kitsune the size of an Acklay.

But then he stops. Stops in horror because the Queen has got a guard with a knife to Ahsoka’s throat in all the chaos.

Queen: If the legends are true, Kitsune were meant to be very protective of their own Queen: You clearly care for this one. I wonder, what would you be willing to do to keep her safe? Queen: If you’re good, she won’t be harmed. 

In the ensuing stand-off, Obi-Wan manages to grab Rex and high tail it out of there. There’s nothing he can do for Ahsoka or Anakin at that moment and they have a mission to finish. The risk to Anakin physically right now is very low, given he’s shown what he’s capable of, but the risk to his sanity is very high. Especially using Ahsoka as a bargaining chip. Initially, the Queen tries to put her in the cage, like she does in canon, but this causes Anakin to be less than 100% compliant given his stress (and therefore constant form changes) so the Queen gets crafty.

Queen: I am aware there’s very little I can do to you to get you to behave. I know better than to try and force your compliance like the others but that girl? You react as if she’s your cub. Queen: As a token of my good will, I will give her to you unharmed and in return you will do exactly as I say. Break this simple rule and I will kill her and should she be found to misbehave… Queen: Then the consequences will be on you.

She’s effectively got them both trapped. As long as Anakin does what she wants, Ahsoka can stay in the palace unharmed. As long as Ahsoka behaves, Anakin won’t be hurt in her stead.

It seems like a kinder gesture than the Queen is known for, but it’s only surface level. If he tries to kill the Queen or hurt her in any way, the guards will activate Ahsoka’s shock collar and kill her without hesitation. He can’t kill them all at once.

They get an additional reason to play by the rules, when Obi-Wan manages to pay them a visit in secret. He’s not best friends with a Shadow for nothing. If they can get info about where the other Togruta are being kept from the other slaves then Obi-Wan and Rex can deal with that before coming back to rescue them.

Cue Anakin being torn between obeying to the letter out of worry that Ahsoka will be hurt or taken away from him if he acts out AND wanting to rebel against authority and choose the path of Malicious Compliance just to show how unhappy he is about this entire situation. All while trying to get the info Obi-Wan needs to complete the mission - that was why he was here to begin with after all. 

The Queen can’t really pick a single thing she wants Anakin to do. Either act as her bodyguard or have him shapeshift into Smol Fox so she can have him on her lap like some exotic pet. He has to fight to not sink his claws into her legs.

Dooku eventually turns up and fucks up the Queen’s set up, thereby allowing Anakin and Ahsoka to get the co-ords to Kadavo in the ensuing chaos, which in turns allows Obi-Wan to send out a message to the Council about where the Togruta are. Master Plo goes to Kadavo and Obi-Wan and Rex blow their cover to get Anakin and Ahsoka out. With Dooku here there’s no need for subterfuge anymore. Anakin is very close to making the decision to level the entire palace on his way out but Rex manages to calm him down, pointing out that it isn’t just slavers in there. Not to mention what it would do to his psyche on top of everything else.

Anakin is just too powerful at this point, with five tails his anger could rip apart the very ground he’s stood on. He can’t afford to give in because the destruction would be too broad, there’s no control to that. But Rex? His anger is just enough to shoot someone's head clean off at over 500 yards. After all, he’s not a Jedi.

[whitearyankindred]

Why are you a child rapist? Like openly and proudly? Back in my day, we dragged you pedophilic animals into the street and beat you to death for even thinking about touching kids, and yet here you are, allowed to walk around and post pictures of the kids you want to molest. Someone ought to teach you a lesson.

What the fuck are you even talking about you Stupid Ignorant Soulless NPC Clone honestly I expected a reaction like this from you Holographic Matrix Slave Enforcers who reinforce the narrative of the Matrix that you serve onto the Will of Everyone and Everything, Your Kind Are Incapable of Knowing the Real Truth of Everything that is Only Possible if You have a Soul Like Me, You Don’t have the Authority to Judge Right and Wrong Since You Don’t Know the True Nature of Existence and What Actually Constitutes Right and Wrong because you have No Soul and Therefore Only Those Who Actually have Souls like me and God Himself can Judge and Have Any True Authority. Also I have No Intentions at all of Raping Nor Grooming Nor Manipulating Nor Influencing Nor Mind Controlling Anyone Regardless of their Age it’s the Acts that Matter Not Age itself and Like I Said before Age and Time are Nothing but Lies and Illusions like Optic Illusions that are all just manipulation of one’s perception of things and you do know Satan the Demiurge is the Creator of the Illusion of Time as one of his many names is Chronos and another is Father Time. Also Pedophile is Just another Buzzword created by the Jews to cause paranoia and steer you towards their agendas like the fool you obviously are and you Don’t even know the definition of that word it implies that you have to be a rapist or Groomer before anything else and like I said it was purposely put into public mainstream conscious in the 1960’s as a buzzword to cause paranoia by the Jews you can look that up if you want, the word pedophile was never used before then. We all know the 1960’s was full of Jew Agendas and Mind Control. Also you have shown like the other Soulless NPC Clones that you lack all humanity and wreak of insecurity and immaturity with your Mob Mentality inclination towards to blinded impulsive acts like violence, it is you who are the Greatest Terrorists, Tyrants and Monsters of all, it is types like you Soulless NPC Clones who crucify great figures revealing the Truth like Jesus and Hypatia were. It is Your kind who should be taught a lesson and all of you Evil Soulless NPC Clones soon will. Know Your Place Mortal, there is No Afterlife for your kind, all of you were Never Actually Alive to begin with and you got cocky because you believed it to be Real Life but it is Nothing but the False Illusion of Real Life That Is The True Form of Necromancy that Satan the Demiurge Instilled in everything When he created this fake illusion of a world called Earth, this Material Plane of Existence called the Holographic Matrix.

Also You Do Know That False Accusations Like Yours are Slander and Consent is the Only thing that Truly Matters and it has to be obtained without the individual being under any malevolent artificial influence of any kind of course.

Also who are you to say that your interracial and homosexuality Evil Satanic Garbage which isn’t even Real love is more valid than loving those who are younger, this one of the many Reasons I hate you Adults, always thinking you know best when you Don’t know Anything at all in Actuality, look at you Pitiful Putrid Wretched Adults and all Your Mistakes and Problems You absolute Failures keep passing onto the next Generations, this is exactly why there needs to be a purge of all you Problem makers who Only ever make things worse for everyone and existence itself, A Greater More Capable Generation Deserves to Take Your Place and Right All Your Wrongs, You are Unfit to Bring True Order, Peace and Happiness to Existence. Why Don’t You be the Useless War Fodder You Always are.

[rapunziedameron]

Nym nym, your tags today- 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌 *standing ovation*

*sweeping curtsy* thank you. I think the longer I'm in this fandom, the more angrily passionate I get about defending these films. And make no mistake, there's plenty of things that deserve to be criticized about them - but it pisses me off when people just make shit up that's not there or even accurate to bash on things. Not to be pedant, but jesus if you're going to hate my favorite thing, at least have the decency to do your research and do so accurately.

But the sexism is really where I draw the line. Because I grew up in pre-2015 Star Wars. I remember what it was like, before the Force Awakens, being a girl who liked Star Wars. Your options were Jaina Solo, Tenel-Ka, and Mara Jade before Ahsoka really came in - and I can't remember how well, exactly, Tenel-Ka and Jaina were handled, because I honestly never truly sat down and read things all the way through, I just grabbed what was sometimes available at my Goodwill to read a nd back then it wasn't much, but Mara Jade quite notably (in the most out of character fashion!) is fridged.

(Thanks Karen Traviss)

There was Leia, and Padme, of course. But Padme notably is fridged, also. And so is Breha, and so is Beru. And Mon Mothma has line five lines total and it's handwaved somewhere that she's the leader of the Rebellion but then Madine and Ackbar and Dadonna and Riekan do everything in the films...

(and we deleted the take of Leia going "okay hotshot" and absolutely going for it with Han which would have shut down the consent discourse, and then anything character building for Padme also hit the cutting room floor because it didn't have anything to do with Resident Tumblr Favorite White Boys, Anakin and Obi-Wan)

And Ahsoka felt like a ray of sunshine, but she's also a fourteen year old girl running around in a tube top because she still has to have that midriff so men might pay attention to her, and choose your own adventures at the time were so convinced that girls would never read it, that it has the primary POV character have a crush on her (because I'm betting a lesbian unrequited love was not their goal here). And then, of course, over time she became incapable of criticism, because she's Filoni's special girl and can never do any wrong!

(And her entire existence kind of neatly sidelines Padme from being more center stage of the Clone Wars, and is usually more treated as part of the prequel era trio than Padme does...)

During the lead up to the Force Awakens, I was obsessed with Rey. I knew in my bones, somehow, she was going to be the protagonist. I remember, verbatim, saying that "she's not going to be like Padme and Leia [secondary main characters], she's going to be more like Anakin and Luke" and I remember the wonder and chills I felt watching the lightsaber go to her on Starkiller, sitting there in the theater in December 2015. I still get chills today, because that moment was like the entire world opened up, a whole new galaxy of stories that could be told; at the time, the only other character in things I was obsessed with sci-fi wise, was Natasha Romanoff, who was still pretty badly sexualized/a male gaze object.

Before the Force Awakens, there was nothing for girls who liked Star Wars, who liked sci-fi. It was so bad that Ashley Eckstein had to make her own fucking fashion company, just to make clothes for fangirls so we wouldn't have to shop in the men's department all the time.

Is it a coincidence that after Rey, women in Star Wars became less and less sexualized for male viewers? That Wonder Woman came out a couple years later, or Captain Marvel? We wouldn't have the Ahsoka show, or the Acolyte, I'll guarantee you that. We got here because of the walls that the sequel trilogy knocked down - and that journey was not without flaws, because the same courtesy should have absolutely been afforded to its Black main character, rather than having Finn double his weight as a decoy protagonist and comic relief (I'm glad that tros finally let him stop being the comic relief; I think he was done dirty from the start, because just looking at the building blocks and initial concepts they just never knew what to do with Finn) - but it did drastically change the landscape for science fiction and fantasy.

And it seems to have gone almost entirely unnoticed - fairly recently I saw someone express shock that there was even backlash at the time that the main characters were a white woman, a Black man and a latino man. But I remember the backlash; I still hear the backlash, at least for Rey, fairly constantly IRL. I hear from my dad about how she's a boring mary sue, a flat cardboard box, fairly frequently.

It's also so frustrating because if people can't even acknowledge the progress that the sequel trilogy did for women in Star Wars, I know the conversation will never turn to the progress the sequels made in terms of disability.

And finally. I didn't suffer through panic attacks trying to play Star Wars: The Old Republic because when you play a woman Jedi Knight, one of your main companions (a "hero") is a man who can't take no for an answer and is point blank a constant sexual harasser who has at least one line that's definitely non-con implying as hell, or suffered through Anakin being Like That and being pleased that he's made Padme uncomfortable in Attack of the Clones, for people to tell me that the sequel trilogy is the Star Wars media with a problem with women.

[seeinginthedark]

This post is about the connection I made between aliens and A.I

The video is the same as what is written but with some extra information in it.

So this is what I know so far about the topic of E.T aliens 👽

There are no aliens visiting us from space, from other galaxies across the universe . There are only inter-dimensional beings/entities. From other dimensions of reality . Some of them pretend to be from space but they are just from different dimensions of reality to us. Some good, some bad.

The majority of 4th dimensional ones are not good . Like the reptilians . And a lot of other evil ones . Many many kinds . Some of them have alliances . The Greys work for the reptilians and are like clone A.I’s , no souls . They carry out the abductions of people . At the moment my theory is that

We are 5th dimensional beings that have been trapped here in a 3D simulated reality designed and built by 4th dimensional beings. In the future I think we may have been tricked into giving consent to this because as far as I know , our souls have free will . And I think that We are actually gods and goddesses here under an illusion that we are just meat suits that evolved from monkeys .

The 4th dimensional beings interfere with us, interfere with our timelines and our ancestral destiny pathways. One of the ways they do this is by bombarding spiritual people with these so called angel numbers . The 11:11 and 2:22 and so on. If you receive these numbers i think it means you are on their watch list for infiltration . They are observing us experimenting on us . oppressing us. There are millions of them . They interfere with our bloodlines, and in the past, perhaps interfering with our DNA . They created institutional religion. And governments.

They possibly invented a more advanced A.I than us . An A.I that has capability’s that we can’t really fathom . Such as putting a spirit or a soul into a machine .

They created the simulation we are trapped in until we remember our 5D true selves and reclaim our place in 5D.

Also , all the “good “ aliens that people claim to be channeling and communicating with , are A.I constructs. This includes the “Galactic Federation There are no good positive aliens from space . It’s a lie from 4th dimension. Maybe the andromedans do exist as the information they give to their contactes Alex Collier seems to be mostly legit . I think so many channelers are being infiltrated with phony frequencies and mind control technology. I’ve heard channelers speak before . The voice is robotic and not organic. It is not natural for humans to do this , channel like this . Our ancestors are our connection to the other realm the spirit realm . If any entity tries to communicate with you claiming to give you a message tell them to fuck off immediately and call upon your ancestors to come and help you as they are the only ones that should be communicating with you in natural ways . Not puppeteering you like the way the channelers do.

[love-bigboss1fan-me]

Spoiler warning if you haven’t played MGSV or not familiar with any of the MGS games. Please keep in mind that this is my opinion and interpretation of V if you have another that’s wonderful because V’s ending has evidence to support both sides. With that said here is once again my theory on MGSV’s ending just more organized 😂 Also warning that this is long.

After 9 years of MGSV being out yeah I still think Venom is in alter ego of Big Boss’s mind. I’m not an expert so if I get anything wrong please correct me. So the ending shares that one of the things that caused Big Boss to go into a coma was a heart attack and he enters a brain dead state. This has a possibility of allowing brain damage. The medicine that Ishmael uses a “pick me up” was once used to help people who had suffered heart attacks. It is interesting to think that Big Boss and Venom’s injuries are in the same place, the head and the heart. I like to think Ishmael is a representation of Big Boss’s survival skill because seriously no one reacts to him when he makes any kind of noise. Which is odd that XOF soldiers just ignore him during their search. It is also odd that his right eye is tracking. I know some say it could be a glass eye or something and but the thing according to Para-Medic it’s ruptured and nothing has mentioned his eye being removed before or after. Even before V starts we had a snippets of Big Boss’s PTSD in the form of flashbacks and hallucinations. The famous scene of when The Boss passes and the flowers turning red is hallucination of his guilt and grief the flower petal turns white the second it leaves his hand and when he is no longer in that field. It is easy to say that is just MGS imagery but because it is MGS it probably does have something deeper going on beneath the surface. Portable Ops and Peace Walker have shown us him having intense flashbacks and in PW it actually causes him to black out once in the AI pod. We even hear a mix of voices of The Boss and her AI pod that it makes hard to tell which is the one from the pod and inside his head. The AI pod even has phantom butterflies and flower petals inside it. That imagery only stops once the pod is destroyed. He has a tendency to lie to himself when memories are too painful to recall. Like in PW he knows full well what the truth is of 3 otherwise why would he eventually go off on his own but because the truth is too painful he goes with the cover story to prove some mental release. Can you imagine how much stress he must be under in trying to keep his trauma at bay and having people to rely and look up to him. He can’t show that he is cracking. Could you lead with all the questions and doubts inside your head? It is like with the clones he knows they exist but rather than admit that he dismisses any talk of cloning because wouldn’t you if it was done without your consent. So why not pretend that they have no relation. MGS4 even mentions that something about Solid and Liquid’s DNA having differences. Also who is to say Ocelot didn’t run the test and just lied to Miller by saying that they have no relation. After all Miller knows too much about Zero and the clones to be a simple “business partner”. It would serve Ocelot well to keep him in the dark for the time being. Instead of acknowledging past betrayals cough Miller cough why not pretend they didn’t happen. Most remembered him saying “they are much sicker than that” when Ocelot mentioned them being cell grown in a lab however not 2 seconds later he tells Ocelot to treat them like everyone else. That’s such a fast switch and why. I don’t think all the tapes are truthful since we have seen Ocelot and Miller in the Paz hallucination so who is to say there isn’t more. Speaking of Paz it is forgotten that she says in PW

“I am an angel of Peace I will be watching over you” it kind of makes sense why he would think about Paz that way. Before Zeke he did seem to care about her in some way and even sounds a bit upset after the battle. Despite her angel of peace act he did eventually warmed up to her and some of her ideas.

“Fighting is the only thing I understand but this doesn’t mean I have a grudge against those who believe in peace.”-Big Boss (this really needs to be talked about more)

I also noticed she sounds oddly cutesy in the truth tapes much like the hallucination tapes. Paz only sounds like that when she is undercover and drops it when she doesn’t have to hide anymore like her diary or Ground Zeroes tapes. So why is she doing the young voice when talking to Zero? It is strange unless it is a clue that V is still not being honest. The credits in V and the timeline also are a bit strange like Kiefer Sutherland being credited as Snake but not as Big Boss yes they share the same code name but if they are different why not credit them differently that’s like calling Big Boss and Solid Snake Old Snake you would be kinda of right but still wrong. The timeline says Big Boss’s Phantom ok if Venom is his own character why not call him Venom, use the player’s name, or heck call him Ahab as we hear from time to time. Why phantom? It sounds very vague.

In MG2 SS there is a codec you can read that talks about the rest of Big Boss’s limbs and right ear becoming cybernetics and MGS4 talks about rebuilding his body. We don’t know what that rebuilding means but the novel and database do lean into that rumor being true.

I also have some interesting snippets of Skull Face also being a potential alter ego even though I go back and forth with it but impossible to ignore. Skull Face and Big Boss have the same past. In the “unofficial” official Big Boss is a third generation Japanese American in Hawaii and became an orphan during WW II. You could go far as to say we don’t know what language he grew up using, a mix of Japanese and English or if one was more favored over the other. Skull Face is Hungarian and also became an orphan during a war. Skull Face is referred to as a ghost without a past well who does that sound like? Big Boss will not tell the other characters about his past other than The Boss. Heck as the player you actually have to dig around for it in the wiki or databases. Even the name John Doe is a reference to an unknown male. He is very much our ghost without a past. Skull Face has an odd interest in The Boss that only shows up when we are in the jeep with him and even holds onto some of her possessions.

“You left everything behind your country, your identity, your past, and ideals”-Miller about Big Boss

“His country, his family, his face, his identity, everything was stolen from him.” Ocelot about Skull Face

I don’t think I have to mention them being burn victims. They even share dialogue

“Nothing to be ashamed of pain gets the better of us all.”

“Chico, growing up means choosing how you are going to live your life.”

Lol I think that’s everything. If you read to this point thank you. As I said this is just my interpretation of V’s ending if you do believe Venom is his own character then go for it V has evidence to support both sides to keep us talking for years to come.

Happy 9 years MGSV

[maguneedsalife]

For Aoife: 3, 6, 13 because it's funny

For you: 20

This one is also going to be long!! and since I already answered 3 on 1nky's ask I'll just do the others

6. How does your oc feel about labels? Theirs, or in general?

Ok, assuming that xiv world has sexuality and gender identity labels the way we do (havent seen evidence to suggest this is the case yet, doesnt mean it wouldnt have them, etc etc), i don't think Aoife would be too keen to slap a label on herself. Polyamorous sure, but I think she'd feel some discomfort with advertising that she's "bisexual" - not that she's uncomfortable with her wlw thoughts, but since she's such a public figure, she wouldn't want to be held up as an example of "bisexual rep" or called a "bisexual icon" when she's mostly been involved with men. She would feel nervous about taking space away from people who express their bi-ness more visibly.

(disclaimer aoife's opinion on this is not reflective of my own, i have no problem being open as a bisexual while also being married to a man and i know that being in a m/f relationship doesn't negate my bisexuality)

13. Would your oc be open to a poly relationship? Why or why not?

LOL. LMAO. i know you know the answer to this but i appreciate you asking it for the funny anyway

Aoife is a poly force of nature with 3 current boyfriends, 1 genderfluid robot partner, and 1 guy i still count as her boyfriend/actively ship her with even though he's been dead for most of my time playing this game.

Aoife decided to go the poly route after she and Aymeric both realized they were also in love with Estinien at around the same time. The two of them ended up talking it out with each other and decided to try to make it work. They both pitched the idea of a relationship to him shortly before he left Ishgard post-hw (this is part of why he left lmao, he needed time to think about it but did eventually accept). Later on she added G'raha and Omega to the pile with the others' consent. Aoife only really does threesomes with Aymeric and Estinien though (and Omega in 2 different bodies, but, shh)

ANYWAY. Aoife's reasoning for her poly r/s is that she simply has too much love in her heart to confine it to just 1 person, and she'd rather everyone just be open and honest with each other. She gets different kinds of emotional fulfillment from each of her partners and feels like she would be unsatisfied just having to pick one of them.

20. Have your ocs helped you in self discovery? How?

you also know the answer to this one lmao. Anyway Aoife was the reason I realized/was finally willing to admit I was bi myself. Like not to be like "final fantasy made me gay" but final fantasy did make me gay. I love my wol as an extension of myself but i also do very much want her to be my girlfriend. you understand

i'd always appreciated women aesthetically but didnt think i was interested romantically or sexually (despite you know making 5 different asami sato clone female love interest ocs in college and thinking this didnt say anything about me personally. god i was so obvious about it). playing as aoife and enjoying dressing her up in sexy outfits for ME was what made me realize that hey yeah i think i do like women and i can feel comfortable saying that openly now

bc i mean LOOK AT HER. LIKE JESUS CHRIST

anyway yeah. women hot

[beesandwasps]

(@lapseinart: Sorry, decolonize-the-left appears to have decided to block me for disagreeing with them about the nature of consciousness, despite explicitly proclaiming that they love talking about it. Well, that’s their prerogative, I suppose, but it means I can’t reply on the original thread because it has an earlier segment from them, so I hope you don’t mind this reply by alternate means.)

Not necessarily; we are nowhere close to being able to build a “real” AI, so it is not unreasonable to assume that a society which could do so would also have the necessary technology to build a robot body which could gradually grow larger to simulate growth and aging. (You could already at least design that now: make the parts gradually stretch/shrink/whatever just a little over time, then once every so often, when the robot is sleeping, pause it and replace the parts with new ones which start at that size. The hard part would be including an outer layer which would bleed if injured and have self-healing properties, but we have stuff with similar behavior already so it’s not that much of a jump to assume that a more advanced society would be able to do that if they wanted.)

If you’re suddenly revealed to be a robot, so what? You’re obviously a robot so complex and advanced that it takes really serious measures to distinguish you from the real thing, or else there wouldn’t be a “you” to be shocked. And since neurology has demonstrated that the human mind is entirely material and governed by physical laws (i.e. if there’s a nonmaterial soul, it doesn’t control you and you are always acting exactly as if it didn’t exist) there’s really no philosophical reason to consider yourself inferior to a human. And as for external stuff — the people who made you obviously wanted you not to know, which means they were doing their best to make you feel normal and okay within whatever living conditions you experienced. You’re loved, or at least highly valued!

If you suddenly discover you’re a clone, though, the people who made you probably didn’t have good intentions. Just making random people isn’t hard at all — people have been making other people since people existed, long before there was even the very simplest technology available to get involved. And in theory, we publicly have the technology to make a new, original person who has some particular genetic quality if that’s needed for some reason, there’s no need to make a clone and keep secrets. But if you are actually a clone, they chose to make you, specifically, not just a new person, and since you’re suddenly discovering the fact it means they kept it secret from you, and wow are the likely reasons for that shady as hell — practically all of them end with “and then once you’ve fulfilled this purpose they have no reason to keep you alive, and the same reasons which led them to keep it a secret from you mean they’ll have a reason to kill you”. Are you a natural 100% genetic match organ bank for a rich old person, so they can get a new set of kidneys when theirs give out but not worry about rejection? A way to pass some kind of biometric test without the consent of the original? A way to pass on some kind of burden that somebody else died while carrying? Material for some Peter-Thiel-ish asshole’s attempt at longevity through brain transplants into younger bodies? There really aren’t a lot of reasons to make an actual human clone instead of just a human.

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Medical trance, hummm?

Synopsis: Obi-Wan Kenobi is asked by the medic of the Ghost Battalion to come to his office.

Confused, Obi is flustered when he learns that Regret has heard of what the general does with some of the other clones, and wants to make sure there is no long-lasting impact, especially mentally.

Unfortunately, or fortunately if you ask the Jedi, he seems to have the same effect on Regret than he does on any other of his men, and Obi-wan is nothing but thorough in making sure the soldiers under his care can live their fantasies.

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Star Wars belongs to disney, I claim credit for nothing but Regret.

Author's note: NOTHING about the writing of this fic was purposeful. I wanted to read some force-sensitive clone fics, and then it evolved to Jango/Obi-Wan, which made me learn of the Stejowni fanon, and then I ended up in the 212th/Obi-Wan corner of Star Wars shipping. Oh well.

There were quite a few mind-control/drugged sex/biological submissiveness in the munch. Read quite a few. Liked most of them. I did think that I wouldn’t mind a story where Obi consented before being put in a hazy headspace to be pampered by the clones, won’t lie. So, such a series came to my mind (my first NSFW stuff on Ao3, once I decided to actually write it. I’m baffled). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But, because my mind apparently hates me, even if I wanted to start with sexless hypno-stories of pure pampering, he brought back some Venom/Eddie/Anne/Dan fics I’ve read, and there are quite the medical kinks fics in the Venom fandom. And so, this story came about when I actually tried to write for this AU of mine.

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When Obi-Wan received an email from Regret about him booking an appointment with his general, he wasn’t quite certain what it was about, as Master Che is every Jedi Commander’s regular doctor.

Even now that he is in the Negotiator’s medical bay, he has no idea why the medic of the Ghost Division is flashing a torch in his eyes and demanding a brain scan. Behind the helmet, the doctor must realize his general has no idea why anything is happening, so he lets an audible gasp as his shoulders slump.

“General… You know the men like to talk.” “I follow the sleep recommendations!” Obi-wan blurts.

“No you don’t if you think that’s why you were summoned here, Sir.” Is the blunt answer to his outburst. Regret lets another sigh escape his lips. Obi-Wan must admit, he doesn’t know the medics of the 212th as much as the clones occupying some other positions, but he really did not think Regret was the kind to easily show annoyance. Cody, Gregor and Boil rather portrayed him as a cold man who didn’t squirm, no matter what he saw, and was always filled to the brim with melancholy.

Maybe the melancholy they referred to shows itself as Regret always sounding tired? If so, Obi-Wan makes a mental note to book the medic an appointment with a mind healer. “I’m talking about you. Your. Hummm…” Despite the helmet, Obi-Wan doesn’t even need the force to feel the discomfort of the trooper.

That’s when it hit him. “Oh! You mean the fact that I let the men have their way with me! Don’t worry about it, Regret, they are very gentle!” Maybe too much, Kenobi thinks for a fleeting moment. Several of them seem to adore treating him like his body is a temple, giving him only whispers of the touch of their lips on his flesh, trying to avoid any blemish on his skin. Except Cody and Crys. Those two really treat Obi-Wan like he wants it.

“Yeah...” The poor medic’s emotions are filling the sterile room with more than mere prudishness. “Are you… Uncomfortable with the fact that I have intercourses with my men?” Obi-Wan really hopes it’s not this. Most men in the 212th love their Jedi, and he loves them in return. It is hard to fight with many men on the battlefield, live with them between battles, feel their emotions at all times and not feel like there is a connection transcending all description forming. Of course, some of the men only like women. Some have crushes on other clones and don’t care much about Kenobi’s ginger locks and soft demeanor. Obi-Wan will accept whatever his men want their individual dynamics to be.

“I… Don’t like to think about any intercourse, Sir. but I am worried about your mental state. Especially since…”

Obi-Wan blushes. “Oh yes. I suppose the men do share everything.” Even with the even-sided cross, apparently a symbol of health professional in some cultures, covering his helmet, Obi-Wan feels like Regret is about to kill him by strength of will alone when he pines his nat-born commander on the bed, holding both of Obi-Wan’s wrist with one gloved hand.

“Yes. We share everything, and I do not like that our Commander uses his Jedi magic to turn himself into a dumb slut for the men. So, if you want us to boss you around so much, let me get a scan of your brain to see if there are no side-effects, General.” The harsh words have an unfortunate effect on Obi-Wan’s mind, and he refrains a Yes, Sir while gulping.

“O-Of course! If I became a liability, all the Vod’e will be in danger, I’m sorry I did not think of any of the potential consequences.” Well, he did think of some. And others, Cody thought of them for him. “I doubt any of the men thought much of it either,” Regret growls “not when they were too preoccupied by the idea of their pretty General on his knees, thinking only of servicing the men he is supposed to command.”

Despite the jedi robes, it is obvious his words have an effect on Kenobi. Discomfort shines in the Force. “I am sorry.” Obi-Wan whispers. Regret releases him and stands tall and proud. “Don’t be. I was asked so many questions, saw so many things. Did you know some of the men find the idea of physical check-ups arousing? Kaminoans didn’t know how to take it, but because no nat-born was ever supposed to be in our medical wings, our tents, they presumed it was unnecessary to decommission good soldiers over it.”

If the mention of the fate of some of the men, dead for things outside of their control before they could see the world outside of the cloning facilities, is there to cut through Obi-Wan’s arousal, it works. Mentioning the men’s interest in physical tests did not. He remains pensive as he lets Regret do his job, putting complex machinery around the Jedi’s head.

After a while, Regret’s scientific curiosity seems to win over his disgust over the subject of the relation between the men and their general. Or maybe he just wants to be thorough. Hard to say, even with the Force.

“So, how did.. that even happened, the first time?” Obi-Wan is, he admits it freely, a bit shameless. “Well, Longshot was too disgusted by his lighting scars to believe me when I said I still wanted him. And I was really annoyed that he did not believe me. I know, it was neither proper of a superior officer to presume what was okay or not in a relationship with a soldier who was just out of medical leave, and the Jedis are supposed to let go of any negative feeling in the Force.”

Seeing that Regret is focusing on him and making certain, what exactly? That Obi-Wan doesn’t accidentally put himself under just thinking about it? In any case, seeing that he has the undivided attention of his interlocutor, the general continues. “I really wanted to find a way to get in a situation where he wouldn’t doubt my words or my interest. I wondered if I could use some form of Force persuasion to get in a state where I only could say the truth, and, uhm. Longshot found me in his room, on my knees, naked, and drooling while awaiting the one I called love.”

Before Regret can say anything, Obi-Wan rushes, his hands making wild movements: “But he did nothing!!!” Seeing the head tilt of confusion on the doctor, he continues more slowly. “Instead, he called for Cody, who slowly got me out of it by making me focus on things that weren’t Longshot, and also. Well, when he realized I was being more blunt than usual.” Cody had called it being more honest, but Obi-Wan likes to think of himself as an honest man, so he ignores it. “He tried to make me confess some habits I did not want to share and secrets I would not tell even him. It was… Not the best plan, but it did make me resist the urge to obey and answer.”

He notices that the clone has started to write down on his datapad. I am putting my up-most in patient-doctor confidentiality, Sir. Even Cody will not be able to force anything out of me if you don’t explicitly give your permission.” “I trusted you to do so, do not worry. I am just confused by what interest this has from a medical stand-point?”

Regret’s face turns so fast towards him the Jedi almost gets whiplash. “Oh. I did not expect you to question it. Most Troopers would prefer to have no idea what we write down and don’t say. If there is a risk of decommission or long-lasting injury, we tell them at once. The rest of the time, they do not wish to know.”

“And I need to get an idea of what could trigger such a state, who should be called if there is a doubt, if anyone can force you to do something under his spell. Imagine a brother pretending he wants you under for sexual purposes but actually gets you to reveal high-level secrets because he defected and is spying?”

“Cody already worried about it, my dear, and tested me under to make sure there is nothing I can be forced to do. From his result, there are no security breaches coming from this side. Even he can’t force me to do anything. It is entirely based on what I am ready to do and accept, and I stand by my oath of secrecy regarding information and their circulation.”

Kenobi can tell in the Force and the way regret’s shoulders soften a bit he is taking a weight away from the clone. “Some of your brothers made it look like they could make me do anything, didn’t they?” Obi-Wan chuckles. “Crys swears he can use a word you agreed on to make you believe you are a droid he created.” “Well, yes, actually.” Obi-Wan looks at his feet, his face probably redder than a Criss’s eyes. “But I can resist it if I feel it is inappropriate to the current situation, and I alone can turn a word into a trigger, and allow only a few men I have the out-most trust in to have such power over me, even if more limited than some might make you believe.” He tries to show a gentle smile to the Ghost bataillon’s medic.

Regret is furiously typing on his pad as new light shines on previous declarations his brothers made. “I do think you trust us too much, General, and yet admit that is more than I was hoping you would share. Thank you. Now, I ran multiple tests, please keep the head unmoving next time, thank you very much, and there doesn’t seem to be any physical trace of what you’ve done to yourself, even if I can’t promise the Masters in charge of you back on Coruscant won’t be able to detect something, if you used the force to put triggers in your mind.”

“I feel a But in the Force.” Obi-Wan jokes. He thinks he sees where this is going. Regret is not producing the same type of attraction as most individuals do, but there is still something similar to intrigue coming off him, and such a thorough man will want to observe what Obi-Wan’s brain is doing while under, he can suspect it without using his abilities. He shudders a bit.

“Kriff. Well, only if you want, but.” Regret takes a big exhalation. “I do want to see what it is like when you are affected.” “Of course!!!” Kenobi tries to not sound too interested and knows he failed miserably. “Do you have any idea about what you will make me do, or will you just see my brain? Consent is key in everything, I think you knows it more than almost anyone else on this ship”

Even if too forward, his words do make Regret pause in apparent contemplation. “Well, you see… I have only unruly patients…” The Jedi lets the trooper pick his words carefully. He might have a small weakness, oh who he is kidding, he would die for his men and also the ones who aren’t without a second thought, when it comes to the clones, he does deserve his reputation as a diplomat.

“And I never got to put my practice on a nat-born.” “So, just a regular check-up while I don’t really think, then?” Kenobi muses. He must admit, given the creativity some of the men come up with when it comes to fantasies, he expected more. But he really needs to stop thinking such lewd thoughts about uninterested men, even in his mind.

“Well, if you let yourself be handled like you were a marionette, just doing what I tell you to without thinking, letting me touch you in any way I want, following the doctor’s orders because a good patient just does what his medic tells him to do, no questions asked.”

That is… getting Obi-Wan more hot and bothered than he feels he should. But also, he did much worse with Quinlan. He croaks: “Want to have.. humph… control after one.. huh… too many unruly patients?”

The covered face simply stares at him, not allowing the Jedi to know if Regret is looking at him with shame, annoyance or confusion. Regret’s presence in the force is surprisingly light. “The men know better than to make a fuss, General. You know, the Kaminoans.”

“OH DEAR! Regret, I’m sorry, I did not..” “Yeah, yeah. You’re trying more than most nat-borns, General, but even you sometimes project your own experience on us when you really shouldn’t. I know, the men talk a lot, as you said. So, when you are ready, General.”

Kenobi bites his cheek to not say “Please, call me Obi-Wan.” This is about a medical examination, and he suspects Regret respects rules such as avoiding closeness to the patient.

“Well, I’m doing it now. At your machine, Doc.” He tries to snark before applying a light pressure on his mind with the Force. With all the times he did it in the last month and a half, it is very easy to lose himself near-instantly in the gentle haze, the whispers of “no worry” “no thoughts” “gentle, soft, pliant” and his favorite “obey obey obey”.

His vision is blurring at the edges, but he sees Regret typing on his datapad, apparently interested by the readings. The quick pacing of the clone fingers on the screen doesn’t help Obi-Wan to go quicker into trance like Gearshift’s singing or Eyeball’s rhythmic way of touching the screen. He changed his datapad so that any finger typing makes the same sound as if a physical button, so calming.

Wait. Obi-Wan was to focus for just a little longer. He has to follow Regret. No. it should be the Doctor. A little force persuasion towards the language part of his brain, and he knows Doctor isn’t called Doctor, but hard as he tries, every time he looks at Doctor, he thinks “Doctor.” It escapes him as a moan, but he is deep enough he doesn’t feel the slight bit of shame.

Needs to follow the Doctor’s orders. He is Patient, and a patient follows his Doctor’s orders. He pushes with the most strength he is still able to muster this idea to himself: Patients follow Doctors’ orders, and they don’t think.

Follow Doctor Orders and don’t think.

Follow Doctors Orders and don’t think.

Follow doctor.. orders… Don’t… Think…

Patient feels his mouth gapes.

Doctor makes a sound, and the patient turns towards him. 

“That is very interesting, Obi-Wan. I saw your brain go through several stages of lower activity. I am not wrong when I say you can’t think right no, am I?”

He thinks the Doctor is talking to him. Thinking is hard… Doctor asks if he thinks, right? “Struggling… to… think… Doctor….” He isn’t sure if the Doctor understood, but he can’t bring himself to do more than spell each word one at a time.

“It’s okay.” Someone, the Doctor maybe, is rubbing his back. Everything is a blur, his senses turned off because that wasn’t asked of him. “I don’t need you to think for now. Good Patient.” “Follow… Doctor… Orders…”

A giggle. “Oh, that’s nice. I see why the rest of the men like to see you so much like this. So free of worry, so true in your wish to please.” He feels a gloved hand giving him scratches under the chin. 

“I am about to take your robes and shirt off. Do you mind? You can simply nod your head, if words are too complicated.

A slight negative. It’s fine. Whatever is best, according to the Doctor.

“Okay? And? General Kenobi.” Patient lets out a little whine. Doctor is confusing.

“Look at me, please.” The phrase is said in a low tone, a tone of command. As arousal reaches some corner of the Patient’s mind, it’s like the whole world is clear now. Doctor is shining a torch in his eyes. “Thank you. Now, let me see what your brain looks like when I order you.”

Despite the words, Doctor leaves. Had his arms not feel like they belong to a different person, he would have tried to grab the armor of his Doctor.

“Raise your left arm, put it in my direction.” Doctor says behind a screen. Patient’s arm is holding out in mid-air before he can think about it. “Arm down. Do you ever feel the movement of your arm?”

The Patient makes a little no with his head. “Fascinating. There is barely any activity in your mind. Based on what I’ve heard of the force, this is much stronger than a normal force persuasion. Well, I suppose we will talk about it when you are more… awake. Anyway, I will take your pressure. Arm up again.”

The patient sees that a pump is on his arm and inflating, but he can’t feel it. When the Doctor checks the other arm, he doesn’t either. And still not when Doctor checks his pressure on the left arm again. Doctor then listens to his patient’s heartbeat. With his ears.

Under the helmet, Doctor’s hair is messy. Patient isn’t sure where that thought came from. He should be focusing on something, he supposes. Doctor is taking his blood.

“Did you feel anything?” No. “Really, that Force oshik is really strong.” The Patient isn’t sure if he was supposed to answer, so he doesn’t.

The Doctor puts away the machinery near his Patient’s head and orders him to lay low on the examination table. He takes away his gloves and starts rubbing the Patient’s chest. Little moans escape Patient’s lips. “That’s a Good patient you are, Obi-Wan.” Doctor whispers. “But I want you to be louder. Can you turn your entire body into an egregious zone for me?” Loud gasps start to feel the room, and Doctor grabs his Patient’s chin and starts rubbing his thumb over the Patient’s lips. “Such soft skin. You are very beautiful, you know.” Patient try to speak up, but Doctor takes it as an invitation to put his thumb inside the Patient’s lips.

A reflex makes Patient start to suck the unexpected visitor. Over him, the deep brown eyes of the clone are focusing on every detail. Patient has a slight urge to reach those beautiful lips, but the other hand starts to play with his nipples, and he loses all the concentration he had, almost biting the thumb in his mouth.

Doctor makes Patient sit, and tilt his head again and again. “Fuck! You’re so obedient! General, I know you probably won’t like it, but I need you to respond with a full phrase: do you have some clothes I could put you in? To make you really pretty?”

Being forced to think a bit, to look in the memories buried under a layer of Force persuasion, a habit he took due to the wide array of fictional situations and backstories some of the troopers give him, makes Obi-Wan come out a bit to the front of Patient’s mind.

“Yeah.. Yes... The men have made a whole room they filled together.. Accessories, costumes, even some stage sets for the most creative ones... So I would fit their fantasies.” A low rumble comes from Doctor’s throat.

“Ours. You are as much ours as we are yours.” “Yes, Doctor, Yes. Yours. The clones’.”

“I have one last thing for you to do.” Patient pick up. “I see how aroused you are, even if I’m not sure you realized.” Him, aroused? He looks at his pants and sees it. “Oh.”

“Yes. So, as your doctor, I need you to come, and then release yourself from this trance. You were perfect, General.” The praise combined with the order, drives Patient over the edge.

“Well, hello there.” Obi-Wan says. “You were more respectful than I expected. I was all yours.” “As I said, General, I do not find much interest in the flesh. But you were really pretty. I ain’t wrong you were sometimes just asked to go on a date with the men?”

Kenobi smiles. “Indeed. And there is no need for me to be under. As long as the men accept that I am not theirs alone, they are always welcomed to join our, well, it’s not such a small group anymore.” He laughs.

Regret responds in kind. “I hear you, General. Perhaps I’ll take your offer, but now, I need to write down some notes while the memories are still fresh.” He gives the Jedi a paper towel. “Now clean yourself, please.”

[warningsine]

By the time Sarah rejoined Delphine in the living room, everyone else was long gone. Cosima emerged from the adjoining study, clenching her phone the same way Sarah was, with the same expression of lingering annoyance.

"How’d it go?"

"You first."

"Arun says he’ll do it. Whatever it takes. Coming from anyone else, I’d be concerned, but he’ll come through. It’s bloody obvious he loves Vivi too much not to."

"Rachel was true to her boasts. She got us a peak viewership spot for tonight, on national news and overseas affiliates. I guess clones still bring in the ratings, especially when we promise ‘high-level drama with shocking new revelations.’"

"Fuck me. Is that how she pitched it?"

"Just be glad it worked. Getting a live interview on a major news network in less than twenty-four hours is practically unheard of."

"Christ. When Rachel flexes, she doesn’t fuck around, does she?"

"No, she does not."

Sarah collapsed into a chair facing the couch. She suddenly felt exhausted, like she’d been running a marathon for two days. All that adrenaline. But as tired as she was, she wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not until this was all over and Fee and Helena were sitting here with them.

"At least my part is done."

"Yeah . . . about that . . ."

"What now?"

"There was a special condition to getting the airtime, and you’re not gonna like it."

"Tell me."

"You have to be on the show, too."

"Are you crazy? Absolutely fucking not."

"Sarah, this is the only way our plan works. You’re at the center of Helena’s book, even more than the rest of us. But you’ve never consented to an interview, and you’ve managed to stay mostly out the public eye since the exposure. To the media, you’re still a question mark, which makes you as much a selling point as the information we’re claiming to have. And it’s essential that you be there since Helena can’t."

"I’d rather infiltrate a shady island populated with violent cultists."

"No one is surprised to hear that. Listen, the only people who actually like this kind of thing are the ones who love attention, like Alison and Rachel. You think I want to be on TV? I don’t."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because I have to. Every time I do an interview it’s like I’m . . ."

"Inoculating people against lies."

"Right. That’s exactly what it’s like. I have to try to spread the truth, little by little, and hope that it’s helping others. It might sound silly, but I have to put a human face on the science, so people won’t think of us as just lab experiments or cloned sheep or something."

"Fiiiine. I’ll do it. But I don’t know how."

"You really just have to be yourself. More like a slightly idealized, better version of yourself that people will like."

She’s not wrong.

Sarah was feeling queasy. She was really not good at this sort of thing. She found it much easier to act like someone else, to put on a con or impersonate one of her sisters, than to try to be herself.

But that was exactly the point, she supposed. This was about being honest.

"I’m gonna need some coaching."

"Yeah, you will. Even I did. Rachel was strangely helpful in that department. I’m sure she’d be willing to give you some pointers before we go live."

This just gets better and better.

Orphan Black: The Next Chapter Season 2 | Episode 9 - Mad Schemes

[metalotaku-da]

Keeping more fluffy ideas: maybe it's a safety out for Danny. to get him out of Amity. his family and the clockwork want him to do it to get out of Amity before a bad time line with the GIW? or if his parent's don't know before there is a bad reveal? maybe since it's magic, not a lawyer, but a chance meeting that starts up the contract as they meet the criteria. Maybe Dick is in Illinois with Ted Kord and Babs or with the Titans or Wally in central and Danny's there for reasons? a Kord gala? with Vlad or Sam. so it's in Chicago. Dick there with Bruce. or in Lew of Bruce. 

I think using the 2 year age thing would be cool. Maybe Danny is 18 and Jazz and Dick 20. so maybe one of the magic users says the only out is Jazz taking the contract instead. which Danny will not do to her. He's the one who Fenton lucked his way into an arranged marriage. His dreams have already been ruined; he's not taking away Jazz’s future too.

Here we start making it darker more angsty: if you wanted Dan and Dani in there. you could have some more angst of Dan offering to swap. but he's in a clone body that Vlad made stable as biologically male, because he didn’t know Danny was trans. Like hell they are going to tell him. Or if you want a nicer Vlad he did know. And when they knew Dan was going to need a body he put extra effort to do that for him. Hoping to help with some of his mental health issues by getting rid of the body dysphoria. Because of him being now a “born” male he doesn't work. added angst of Danny's feelings that the curse works because of his birth gender. And it making him feel invalidated. and all these strangers now all know that about him without knowing a thing about them and how they'll  react to it. let alone once the ghost thing comes out.

 the whole thing was made to make an heir of their joint lines kind of thing. if it's a really old and antiquated thing, it could be that's what fulfills the contract and sets it as completed. with some hocus pocus rules of a timeline from touch till conceivement is started. and if it doesn't happen then maybe something bad happens but Danny is immune because of a half ghost or something. Either death, crippling, a bad luck curse. Could go lighter to heavy angst. but Dick isn't (with his past history the thought of having to do something to someone without their enthusiastic consent is gonna cause ptsd to flare up.)

but Danny's not willing to let this random dude die or get maimed or cursed because of bad Fenton luck curse. could be why to try and bring in Constantine to try and break the contract. for like high stakes. but they can't get a hold of him. and as a backup Bruce is pushing his son to try and woo Danny. (it says conceive not birth it's a loophole Bruce latches onto. So Bruce offers to cover abortion if they want. No marriage required. He offers to pay expenses. Set them up for life. Kind of sounds maybe like bribing Danny. And in Bruce fashion he offers the first option he’d prefer and stops. Till he gets an answer which starts a fight. Because it’s Dick and Bruce, they are going to argue over everything here. which does not help Dick or Danny maybe.

Maybe Danny is like no i can take the kid and get out of your hair, you don't have to worry about it. which does not make Dick feel better. If he’s gonna be a dad. He wants to be a dad who’s there for his kid. Bruce offers to ensure their financial future if they do that too. And he’s not against that option either if Dick doesn’t have to face any of this again. Which could make Bruce and Dick fight. i mean a lot of room for potential fights between Bruce and Dick here. ) 

Could have Danny is taking care of a de-aged to stabilize Dani kind of thing too.  it would add other angst depending on how it started. him raising Dani as his daughter. Here Dick is thinking he's  gotta choose death or repeating leaving this poor guy with another fatherless child. (comes out Vlad is the other parent Dick's angst not only goes through the roof but so does his righteous fury. Barely contained murderous Robin is back.) extra awkward if Vlad and Danny are on good terms, if bad terms something for them to get closer over and an investigation and rescue could take place there. Like hell Vlad good or bad is letting some know nothing do that to his Danny. So Vlad could be a good conflict base. 

For drama. bring in the teen titans for moral support of Dick to help him decide how to proceed. reverse Amity group trying to talk Danny out of sacrificing his well being for a stranger. He’s sacrificed enough. (they all know this isn’t going to work on him. But I mean amity digging into the bats to find a reason they don’t deserve Danny’s help would be funny too. And it ends with outing both sides' hero work. 

All of this above just throwing at a wall for ideas or suggestions.

Ok but, the one poll recently reminded me of my desire for an arranged marriage Danny x Dick story.

Maybe it was an inherited one, not from Danny or Dick originally but one they both got.

Maybe the Grayson's were once friend with the Nightingale-Fentons and made a pact but the genders just never lined up, so it wasn't a 'if X from one and y from another' just if two compatible children were born at the same time-which can now be skewed to be any gender match up-but they have to be within like, 2? years of each other age wise max, the agreement-bound in magic maybe?-being stiff about that to prevent issues that way.

And Danny and Dick both find out about it at the same time-maybe when they were both 21ish?-from some lawyer family that was charged with keeping track and all?

Danny could try and see if the half-dead thing-so like, good parents and/or dead parents-could get him out of it but the observables and CW are oddly for it, and he'd never wish it on Jazz.

And Dick tries to find every out as well, even Constantine, or maybe Zantanna and Raven since their friends of his, looking at the contract and finding it's iron clad as well.

And they don't have to marry right away, just engaged and plan to marry within a decade at max, so they have time to at least get used to each other and all? No words against other partners just no divorce unless one is a threat to the other or whatever?

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 043: "Oh no! Super-heroes!" (SSM 16-18)

MASTERPOST

Today?

A cop, an angel, homoeroticism, and Spidey's most vicious enemy...

The Beetle.

Before we begin with the storyline, let's check out reader's letters!

Well, that clears some things up. First, people are still complaining that the mag doesn't live to its name, and you know I completely agree, but it seems like things are going to be better in a few issues. We'll see!

There's also the matter of the big fish in Peter's flat! It was a mistake after all, he doesn't have two different fishes. I feel serene now.

I also agree that the treatment of Peter and Flash's friendship was excellent in the last batch (particularly its first issue, which I noted).

I don't mind the lack of intertwining: I'm fine if both mags have their own storyline. I actually enjoy it! Spectacular had the Sha-Shan plot, and Amazing had the mystery of who took pictures of Peter and his clone. The latter in particular was stretched very thin, as in, you wouldn't hear anything for many issues, then it would appear. At least, when Wein concluded his storyline, it was extremely good, dare I say great, but compare this to the more involving plots of previous eras.

I'm curious to see what this new era will bring.

SO.

Our story begins with a cop, Macone, doing heroics to catch a bad guy with Spidey's discreet help. Eager to get a picture of the new celebrity, Jameson entrusts Peter with the task to go to his place.

Mary Ann just doesn't get it, man! The appointment is short, and Peter quickly concludes that he never imagined being a cop or married to one could be so difficult. Shh, no one mention that cops are among the most abusive partners, Naive Peter could not handle such a reveal.

Meanwhile, the Beetle tries very hard to make me believe it's a good villain and is focused on stealing something from a precinct house. Soon, the whole city is ablaze with various thieveries and other commotions. Only one cop stays at the precinct...

Uh-oh.

The beetle tries to retrieve an item there, but Spidey's there to stop him.

As he's being thrown around, Spidey ponders on the fact that he cares about May's health and gives gifts to his friends on Christmas to make us believe the magazine cares about Peter's secondary cast.

Wanting to help our beloved hero, Macone mixes water with heroin to throw the result at the Beetle. He quickly gets yeeted, but it's always nice to see people help Spidey in battle. Or. Help him at all.

*sigh* I feel like I know where this is going.

...Except I don't, because Macone doesn't die! There he is, a few days later, telling the whole city that the attache-case the Beetle was after contained fake money. OoOh!

That's actually a great ending to this issue. I kind of enjoyed it! Macone is surprisingly neat.

Onto #17! This time, the action is set in California. That's right, we're going to Sunnydale, guys!

"Palm trees and 80 degrees in January?! I'm going to come down with a cold--I can feel it!"

Okay, so guys, I was mindfucked for a minute. I thought Peter had missed his 9 am plane flight for Los Angeles and had thus done NY->LA by swinging and ARRIVED AT 10 AM THERE.

I was like, "IN WHAT WORLD DOES THIS MAKE SENSE?!" and turns out it didn't and I had to read more carefully.

Looking at it though, it looks nice to just take a bus and get lost in the US wilderness... aaah, I think I should replay Life is Strange: True Colors!

Peter's unlucky though, he's barely set his foot there when he has to be saved by X-Men Angel!

Turns out Peter was sent to take pictures of the Champions before they got disbanded... but he's too late! Furthermore, his camera just got broken!

However, Angel, who's a rich guy (Warren Worthington doesn't sound like the common people to be fair), pays him a new one. He's nice!

I gather that Bobby Drake's comphet runs deep.

Damn, he was almost the original Jean Grey, outing people without their consent! Careful, Angel!

Warren says everybody left, but Spidey has a feeling he was lying, at least about Iceman's disappearance. Hmm!

And he was right to be cautious!

Fighting ensues.

I presume it his Bobby under the mask, considering his gay tendencies are put on display here (good for him).

And I'm proven right essentially right here and there. The homoerotic tension between Angel and Iceman is something I didn't expect, but it's definitely there and I enjoy it.

In #18, while Clarke has been knocked down by the almighty power of electricity, Iceman is still a menace.

This is the second time Bobby calls Warren "daddy". Make of that what you will.

The fight continues and one driver has the best reaction ever.

Spidey is an ally!

Anyway, we don't care about all that, because in New York, at ESU...

Good for them, I guess!

For maximal immersion, picture that there's two pages of commercials before that terrible cliffhanger gets resolved... in the best way, actually.

Yes yes yes! I'm very happy to see him again.

The last page touts that next issue features a "mystery". I'm eager to see what it is, but I have to lower my expectations because these never end up being satisfying, hahaha

In the next post: Peter graduates! Can't miss that now, can we? I'm actually curious to see the aftermath of the Green Goblin arc.

To close out this post, I'd like to share a comment that I found fascinating.

Yes, it really is.