#lex the bear

[planetbeanie]

Is there any beanie whose birthday is September 10th? 💋 love your blog!

You share a birthday with Lex the Bear!

[themaevethcometh]

okay i've had this scene from an au stuck in my head recently so here's 3k of timkon identity shenanigans where kon has been recently taken in by luthor for nefarious reasons and is forced to attend a gala where tim and bruce show up. robin hasn't revealed his identity to the team yet even though they've been friends for years. canon/timeline has been put in a blender and liquified.

Kon takes a deep breath in through his nose, holding it for a few seconds before slowly letting it out of his mouth.  It’s a technique that Robin taught the team when he was trying desperately to get them on a more bat-approved training regime, including meditation and an acrobatics routine that Nightwing allegedly used on the Teen Titans years ago.  Kon is fully aware that he’s got weird stuff going on with his body’s organs and systems compared to humans, but the slow, rhythmic breathing still brings comfort and helps center him, slowing everything down enough so he no longer feels like he’s going to accidentally fry someone with his heat vision.

He tugs at the collar of his dress shirt, gulping and taking a deep breath again.  The shirt and tie feels so much more restrictive than his Superboy uniform, tightening like a noose around his neck, and the inflexibility of the suit coat makes him feel like a stiff, awkward mannequin.

“Stop that,” Luthor says, putting a heavy hand on his shoulder.  Kon immediately stills, straightening and trying to relax at the same time.

“These people are vultures,” Lex says, voice low.  Kon tries to focus his super hearing on him, rather than the woman with the loud laugh across the ballroom or the clink of glasses down the hall where the staff is continuously loading and unloading equipment.  He can hear the steady beat of Lex’s heart, the rhythmic whoosh of air traveling in his lungs, the slight gurgle of his stomach (gross!).  Kon decides he doesn’t like listening to Lex Luthor very much.

“Remember what I told you,” Lex is still saying.  “Be on your best behavior.  Today is about getting your name and your face out there.  Be polite, but not a pushover.  Never let them see weakness.”

Kon forcibly bites back the retort that his only weakness is kryptonite and makes himself nod instead.

Luthor leads him over to a group of people with his hand still clamped on Connor’s shoulder like a shackle.  From there, it’s an exhausting parade of schmoozing with millionaires and billionaires, shaking hands firmly (but not too firmly!), laughing at unfunny jokes, and pretending that he loves dear old Dad instead of wanting to punt him through the nearest wall.

Kon is charming.  He knows this.  It’s something that he’s known since he freshly came out of a test tube, and it’s something that he’s perfected with smiles and body language and a well-placed word or phrase.  Kon can get most people eating out of his hand with barely any effort, but it’s usually normal people a little closer to his age, not rich, egotistical, out-of-touch old people who want to pinch his cheeks but absolutely cannot be allowed to due to his invulnerable skin.  Kon forgets everyone’s name almost as soon as he hears it, clutching his flute of sparkling cider like a lifeline (but not hard enough to shatter).

Kon doesn’t know how long he gets paraded around as Luthor’s newest pet, but it feels like forever.  Everyone talks around where he’s been for the past 17 years of his life (nonexistent and then in a lab and then gallivanting around with superheroes and then, finally, as of two month ago a little farm in Kansas until Lex Luthor uprooted everything with a few well-placed threats), and Kon lets Lex tell the cover story about how he didn’t find out about Connor until recently, but he’s happy to be reunited with his son now.

Son.  Connor isn’t anyone’s son.  He was maybe getting to be a family member to the Kents finally, but Luthor threw a wrench into all of that.

Connor had a room at the farm.  He had a chore list to do and homemade meals to eat, and Clarke has finally stopped flinching when he sees him.  Clarke grinned at him the other day, not his public smile or a small, polite thing, but an actual, honest to goodness grin.  Connor bets he can kiss that goodbye now, just like he can kiss goodbye ever knowing Robin’s real identity, because there’s no way that Batman will let him tell Kon now that Kon is semi-legally under the guardianship of a supervillain, and just like there’s no way that Kon can have anything remotely resembling a normal teenage experience as the ward of a billionaire and forced showpony, and just like–

“I’ll be damned,” Lex breathes next to him, interrupting Kon’s spiral.  Kon follows his gaze to the entrance of the ballroom, ears picking up the loud, boisterous laugh of Bruce Wayne clapping someone on the back a little too forcefully.  Kon has never seen Bruce Wayne in person, but he’s difficult to miss in the papers, especially with how often he finds himself in trouble.  Robin has told him of a few instances when he or one of the other Gotham vigilantes has had to rescue him, and Kon knows that Lois interviewed him once and Clarke has informally run into him at a gala such as this.

Clarke says he tried really hard to be the journalist from the Planet here tonight once Lex demanded that Connor be there, but it was too late notice.  Neither Clarke nor Lois are among the reporters clustered in the corner.  Kon is alone.

“He didn’t RSVP,” Lex says, miffed.  Kon immediately likes Bruce Wayne significantly more because of it.  “Oh, and he brought a friend.”

Kon peers around the crowd that has quickly amassed around Gotham’s favorite billionaire and finally spots the person Bruce Wayne has a hand on the shoulder of.  It’s a teenage boy, dressed in a dark suit with dark hair parted in the middle to keep it out of his eyes.  He’s slight, but not skinny, and he’s not overly tall, probably closer to Robin or Bart’s height than Connor’s.  He doesn’t show any signs of discomfort at the press of adults around him, offering polite handshakes and letting the women kiss his cheeks the way some of them have tried with Kon.  Bruce doesn’t stray far, taking the boy with him when they finally finish with the crowd near the door and head to the bar.  The boy doesn’t seem to mind the attention.  Kon, however, does not appreciate the tone of voice that Lex used when he said friend.  He’s ready to do some superheroing if he needs to.

“Let’s go,” Lex says, putting his hand on Connor’s shoulder again to steer him through the crowd.  “Let me handle Bruce Wayne.  The kid is Timothy Drake.  He recently became the head of his parent’s company when his father died.  This is the first time he’s been seen at an event since the death.  Bruce is almost certainly going to adopt him.  Timothy stayed with him when Jack Drake was in a coma, plus he has the dark hair and light eyes and Brucie favors in his kids.  He’s your focus for the rest of the night.  Forget about everyone else.”

“Lex!  I didn’t know you’d be here, you old dog!” Bruce calls before Connor has time to process all of that, slinging an arm around Luthor’s shoulders and seemingly crushing all of the air out of him in less than a second.

“It’s my party,” Lex wheezes.

“Good thing I’m here to liven it up, eh?” Bruce asks, elbowing Luthor in the ribs.

Kon really hopes that Bruce Wayne’s obsession with dark haired, light eyed boys is an innocent coincidence, because he doesn’t want to apprehend him for being a pedophile when he’s pissing Lex off so easily.

“Hello, Timothy,” Luthor greets, holding out his hand.  Bruce pouts at being ignored while Timothy shakes politely.  “May I just say, it’s refreshing to see you out and about.  I’m sure running your parent’s company is stressful all by yourself.”

Timothy tilts his head, reminding Connor vaguely of a bird.

“I’m happy to do it,” he says, polite but firm.  “It’s what my parents would have wanted, and they left things well organized for me.”

“And I suppose Bruce here has been giving you advice?”

“Now Lex,” Bruce says, wagging his finger at him, “you know that’d be a conflict of interest.  Besides, Tim could run circles around me.  I should be asking him for advice!”

Connor feels his eyes start to glaze over as Luthor and Bruce volley back and forth, seemingly forgetting that he’s even there.  Having Lex’s attention off of him and on someone else is a much needed break, so he’s not about to complain, but it’s also really fucking rude.  Connor hasn’t even been introduced to these two.

Timothy catches his eye, sweeping his gaze over to Luthor and Bruce and rolling his eyes.  Connor smirks.  Timothy raises an eyebrow and Connor mirrors him, just a slight quirk.

Timothy looks pretty nice, up close.  His eyes are the promised light blue, but his dark eyelashes are long and thick, framing them beautifully.  He’s pale, almost reflective in the glittering chandelier light, and he carries himself with a self-assuredness that Connor envies in this environment.  The suit fits him really nicely, hugging his shoulders and accenting his trim waist and long legs.  When he raises his flute to take a sip of the drink inside, Kon finds himself tracking the liquid as it disappears past his pale pink lips, his throat flexing as he swallows.

He’s not bad to look at.  He could easily turn out to be dull as a brick or a total douchebag, but so far first impressions are good.

“And who is this young man?” Bruce asks, snapping him out of his thoughts.  Luthor puts a hand on his back to push him forward a step, and Kon doesn’t have to move, but Lex is going to be mad if he doesn’t and the situation is delicate.

“This is my son, Connor,” Luthor introduces.  Kon offers his hand with his most charming smile.

“Nice to meet you,” he says, shaking first Bruce’s hand (better grip than he expected) and then Timothy’s (rougher than he thought it’d be, skin warm).

“Son, eh?  He must take after his mother!” Bruce laughs.  Lex’s face pinches, but Connor doesn’t have a chance to relish in it before Bruce is sweeping Luthor away with another arm around his shoulder, talking loudly about secret children and parenting hacks.  Luthor tries to protest, but it’s quickly drowned out by Bruce, and he doesn’t have a chance to so much as glance back at Connor before they’re swallowed by the crowd.

Kon blinks.

“Bruce will keep him busy for a while, sorry,” Timothy says, not sounding very sorry.  He takes another sip from his glass, then leans in.  Cologne tickles Connor’s nose.

“Hold your drink by the stem, not the glass,” he says quietly.  “It’s supposed to keep your drink from getting warm, an old etiquette thing.  It’s small, but it’ll help you blend in a little more.”

Kon looks around the room, taking in the people with flutes like him and where they’re holding it.  The majority are holding the stem, and the ones that aren’t are people that Luthor hasn’t bothered to introduce him to yet.  Kon adjusts his grip accordingly, off-balance and embarrassed.

“Thanks,” he says.  Timothy tilts his head.

“You want to get some air?  There’s a balcony over there.  Your father will be able to find you easily once Bruce releases him.”

“Yes,” Kon agrees immediately.  He’s used to not fitting in, but having the eyes of so many judgy rich people on him when he’s pretending to be Lex Luthor’s human son has been exhausting.  No one has been too rude so far, but the weight of Lex’s hand on his shoulder is heavy, and this complicated set of social rules that he still doesn’t understand puts him on edge.

Normally he’d say fuck the rules and do what he wants, but the situation is too delicate for that.  Clarke and Robin both told him that he needs to be careful and think twice about every move he makes, and for once neither of them sounded condescending about it.  He could tell that they don’t like the situation, either, worry and sympathy clear in their faces.

“Come on,” Timothy says, heading towards a set of double doors.  He doesn’t glance back, trusting Connor to follow him, and Connor does, stepping in his footsteps as he expertly weaves through the crowd, deflecting anyone trying to stop to speak to them with smooth excuses and a well-placed smile.  In no time at all he’s pushing open the large french doors, releasing them from the ballroom and into the cool night air.

Kon tilts his head up, blinking at the night sky above him.  It’s cloudy, obscuring what few stars manage to make their way through the light pollution to reach Metropolis.  Connor wishes he could fly up there, feel the dampness of early rain on his face, burst into the dark and escape everything.  For now, he keeps his feet on the ground, instead joining Timothy by the railing.

“So, how often do you come to these things, Timothy?” Connor asks, leaning back on his elbows.  The other boy perches with a hip pressed against the railing, arms crossed over his chest.

“Tim, please,” he says.  “Timothy makes me feel like I’m in trouble or you’re trying to swindle me out of a business deal.”

“Okay.  How often do you come to these things, Tim?” Connor corrects, testing the feel of it in his mouth.  Tim relaxes at the sound.

“Decently often, but I usually stick to Gotham,” he says.  “I’ll have to start coming to more now that I’m in charge of Drake Industries, but I grew up going to galas.  Is this your first one since Luthor found you?”

“Is it that obvious?” Connor asks.  Tim smirks, but shakes his head.

“I think I’d remember if I’d seen you at one of these before.”

Connor flashes him a charming smile.

“I bet you say that to all the boys.”  Tim’s cheeks turn pink, his blush noticeable against his pale skin even with the limited light out here.  Kon takes a sip of his sparkling cider, satisfaction making it taste sweeter on his tongue.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but we’re probably the only people under thirty in the whole building besides some of the catering staff,” Tim says. 

“You missed the toddler earlier,” Connor hums.  “She was throwing a tantrum.  I very much sympathized.”

“Did I really?” Tim asks dryly.  “What a pity.  Oh no.  How unfortunate that Bruce likes being fashionably late to everything.”

Connor snorts.

“Bruce Wayne, huh?” he says.  “How’d you two meet?”

Tim shifts so he’s leaning back against the railing like Kon.  Kon takes a moment to drink in his profile, tracing the sharp jut of his nose, the hair shielding his eyes from him at this angle.

“He’s my neighbor,” Tim says.  “I’ve kind of always known him, but our families weren’t really close until a few years ago.  When my dad was in a coma, Bruce took me in.  My uncle was supposed to get custody of me now, but…”

Tim trails off, searching for words.  Eventually, he shrugs.

“He’s fostering me right now.  We’ll see where it goes from there.”

“Do you want to stay with him?” Kon asks.  Tim considers his words carefully.  Connor’s mouth is always running away with him, but Tim seems to have the opposite approach.  Everything is measured and careful, cold and tactical.  It reminds Kon of Robin in the middle of missions, keeping his reactions even and methodical to counteract the impulsiveness of the rest of the team.  Kon wonders if Tim is the type of person to let himself be stupid and emotional around friends like Robin is, or if he always keeps everything bottled up.

“Yeah, I do,” Tim breathes eventually.  “But it’s complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

Another pause.  Kon does Robin’s breathing exercise, staying patient.  Some people need time to talk, and Kon can’t help if he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

“I guess I don’t want him to adopt me because he feels obligated,” Tim says.  “He has a family.  There’s–It’s a long story, too long to explain now.  Sorry, this is a weird first impression, huh? But enough about me!  What about you?  Where were you before Luthor found you?”

“Uh,” Connor says, still recovering from the whiplash of topics and searching for Luthor’s cover story.  “Kansas.”

“Kansas?” Tim prompts.

“Yeah, Kansas. I was in the foster system for a while, then I got adopted by this nice old couple who live on a farm in Smallville, which is just as small as it sounds.  I didn’t know anything about my birth parents until Lex showed up.”

“Wow,” Tim says.  “This has to be a big adjustment, then.”

Connor scratches the back of his neck.

“Yeah, kinda.”

Kon’s whole life feels like a big adjustment, from adjusting to existing and Clark’s negative feelings towards him, to adjusting to working for Camdus and living in Hawaii, to adjusting to Young Justice and Teen Titans, to finally trying to adjust to Smallville, only to be ripped away from that and forced into Metropolis high society.

“Do you miss them?” Tim asks.  “The old couple who adopted you?”

Kon swallows against the unexpected pang that rolls through him.  He can almost taste Martha’s pancakes on his tongue and hear the crinkle of the newspaper as Jonathan hands him the cartoons.

“I wasn’t with them very long.  Only a few months.”

Tim tilts his head.

“That doesn’t answer the question.”

Connor shrugs.  He doesn’t know what the right answer is here.  Martha and Jonathan are the closest thing he’s ever had to parents, but part of him never expected to stay with them.  When Luthor ripped him away from them, there was a part of Kon that wasn’t surprised at all, even if a bigger part was in agony.

Martha kissed his forehead when he left the farm and gave him a sad smile.

“You can always come back here, okay?  This is your home, no matter what Lex Luthor has to say about it.”

“If they formally adopted you, Lex Luthor’s claim as your biological father isn’t enough to force cut contact,” Tim says, pushing off the railing and taking a few steps closer.  “Trust me.  I researched this stuff when my dad came out of his coma.”

Kon frowns.

“He didn’t like Bruce?”

Tim wavers.

“It’s complicated,” he offers.  Kon snorts.

“Yeah, I get that.”

Tim’s mouth quirks up, giving Connor the shadow of a smile again.

“It’s not really a first meeting story.”

“Guess we need a second meeting, then,” Connor says.

“Yeah?” Tim asks.  “My weird family dynamic really captivated you, huh?”

“It was your eyes first, actually,” Connor says.  Tim opens his mouth, then closes it again, eyes wide.  Kon holds his breath.  He says flirty things all the time, both to his friends and to people he rescues who seem like they need a pick-me-up, but it’s been a while since he sincerely flirted with someone he plans to see again.  He almost never does it with someone who only knows him as Connor rather than Superboy, much less a boy.

If this goes badly and Tim tells the entire Metropolis elite that Lex’s son is a homosexual, maybe the scandal will be enough for Luthor to send him back to Smallville.  If it goes well…

“You have… very nice eyes, too,” Tim says eventually.  Connor beams, then beams even more at the sharp inhale Tim draws in response.  Tim shifts.

“Hey, do you want to get out of here?” he asks.  “There’s a decent ice cream place open late a few blocks away.  We can be there and back before anyone misses us.”

Connor glances towards Luthor in the ballroom.  He’s still talking to Bruce Wayne, and they’ve amassed a small crowd around them.

“Bruce will keep Lex busy for a while.  He likes to talk.  Besides, you can always tell him that you were networking,” Tim offers.

Luthor said that Tim should be his focus for the rest of the night.  He never said that they had to stay at the gala.

“Lead the way,” he says, gesturing grandly towards the French doors.  Tim blinks once, then again, then smiles.  His eyes light up with it, and Kon suddenly understands why Tim had to inhale before.

“Come on,” Tim says, leading the way.  Kon follows just as closely as he did before, trailing him until they spill out into the Metropolis night and he can stand next to him, almost close enough for their arms to brush.

Maybe living with Lex Luthor won’t be so bad if comes with seeing Tim Drake, too.

[dubiousdisco]

now that lex luthor is an anime twink in the animation maybe we can get more clex content and let the load bearing smallville clex fans rest their backs for awhile

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

Death Warrant!Au

When the rejuvenating, life-extending effects of ectoplasm to the dead and dying was discovered by planets across the stars, it triggered mass conflicts that left several systems obliterated beyond repair. Hundreds of Billions had migrated to the Realms in numbers that were never seen before by the residence of the dead. They had various forms of damage and disfigurement on their new forms as a result of the ectoplasm being weaponized and used on them. Their very beings were corrupted beyond repair with their minds significantly altered with highly specified obsessions.

• Peoples from the destroyed worlds being so afraid that they lashed out, ripping anything that saw them to pieces out of fear of being attacked.

A serpentine creature of the Realms eagerly stalking them and fed upon their cores to grow stronger.

• Soldiers of these races were hell-bent on continuing to fight and proceeded to attempt subjugate this dimension that was new to them. Their rage guiding them blindly as they left paths of destruction throughout the realm.

A beast, wrongly slaughtered in the early madness of an delicate fledgling world that happened to be rich with ectoplasm followed the warpath and basked in the rage.

Eventually, more creatures like them came to prominence as a result of these strange new victims. Being aspects of emotion that were born from the masses in the war.

The Ghost King during this time period could not sit idly by and watch these newly born ghosts run rampant and terrorize his kingdom. With a heavy heart and a weapon in hand, a call to arms was called and the purge of these beings began. It tooks thousands of years, but when the last corrupted ghost was destroyed, the King took to the realm of living and wiped away all traces of the Realms from the minds of the survivors with all recollections of this terrible war for ectoplasm erased from history.

As his rested his eyes one final time, before the Tyrant would cowardly claim his life, made a major, sacred declaration that all citizens was made:

• If any hostile, mutant ghosts were to be found, they were to captured and examined by the king's council to await judgement. If they are too dangerous to restrain and seek bloody violence, they are to be destroyed.

• Any scientists trying to use ectoplasm for endangering life were to be have their memories erased and put to the sword for their crimes.

• Anyone foolish enough to Defy Death using ectoplasm, the greatest violation of the laws in the infinite Realms, they were to be put to death as and immediately given their Second End.

~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~

When Pariah Dark, the Cowardly Tyrant King, is defeated and Danny fianlly takes the throne after a few centuries of training, the Observers hand him a compiled a list of names who violated these sacred laws.

They have him start with Earth and Danny's jaw hits the floor with what the charges he was seeing. He can already hear the chaos in the meeting room.

• Amanda Waller, Vandal Savage, Darkseid, Granny Goodness, a court of owls(?)...the list is long, and that's just Earth alone!

• Jack "The Goddamn Joker" Napier and a few of the more violent Rouges of Gotham are charged with Veil Destabilization.

Even Jason Peter Todd Wayne...the Red Hood!? Danny can probably work something with Jason, force him into therapy sessions (along with the whole damn family) with Jazz and a couple cleansing sessions and supplements from Frostbite...the others had to go...

The continued slaughter of the innocent, combined with the suffering they endured and the misery felt by Shades who couldn't move on was making the veil deteriorate at dangerous speeds. New pits would form across the city eventually as a result.

Lady Gotham has done everything she can to keep the madness from happening but she can't hold it back any longer. Her core is ready to shatter under the stress and is constantly in agony, but she won't abandon her knights, despite Danny's pleas to save herself.

There's a certain brigade of furry's who may or may not like this news but said brigade had no choice but to take it on the chin. They have children who Defied Death in their ranks and the Realms are not afraid to destroy anyone foolish enough to stop them.

• Lex Luther is charged with crimes against humanity. And several other violations in regards to unethical experimentation.

One sticks out to Danny.

Lex used Danny's stolen DNA from a stray core shard from the Guys in White, who he was was funding in secret, even after they were disbanded, to create a clone comprised of the Earth's resident Kryptonian, the bald bastard, and himself to kill and replace said Kryptonian...the guy who literally helps save the earth time and time again from doom.

...Yeah, Lex is undoubtedly, fucked beyond total comprehension. Anyone defending him was risking all-out war with the Infinite Realms.

But hey, at least Danny was finally having child of his own! The little tyke is only a few years old in the tube, Ellie's visits are far and in-between and Danny's status as a Halfa made him sterile and develop an embarrassingly strong case of baby fever.

He's sure the ghosts from Krypton would love to help out in raising Conner in case Kal-El wasn't really planning on being around the boy. After all, being cloned himself, Danny knows the emotional baggage that comes with being violated to this degree by your enemy.

He just hopes the guy can come around and accept the little guy...

[saltyysnails]

hatchetfield doodles because i have NO TIME to draw but i am seriously brainrotting Hard

[dengswei]

[OFFICIAL PILOT] Monster Next Door พี่เขาบุกโลกของผม | WeTV Original

[murdockcastleslut]

i think it's finally time to ask your opinions about syd and carmy in a romantic sense

because the other day i saw this tweet where they confirmed that nothing romantic was gonna happen between them this season (btw i'm still at the beginning of s2 i've been busy reading benny's book) and me and my friend talked about it and said that we thought it was a load of shit

anyways what are your thoughts lol

I BELIEVE IN SYDCARMY ROMANCE!

it’s very slow burn in my opinion but it’s for sure there! the actors said there wasn’t anything romantic but there’s this natural tension and chemistry that i need to see more of!

[sbd-laytall]

Smallville | 2.14 | "Rush"

[evillex11]

I really thought that I'd like satosugu normal amount. and I really thought theyd hurt me normal amount. I was so wrong...

I got spoiled (of course) and knew abt their breakup long before I started watching jjk, and I really thought that THAT was IT 😭 that all they'll have is the breakup and I'd be hurt over it cuz they're good friends that parted and that's all. NOPE!!

I mean, yeah kinda but I DID NOT KNOW HOW MUCH DEEPER IT ACTUALLY GOES.

so far, I haven't heard shit abt gojo's family... so I just kinda assume they're distant and he has felt lonely during his childhood, esp bc of his 6 eyes we was barely touched by anyone... so it must've felt nice to be as close as he was to shoko and geto (especially) 🙁

then after that mission with the star plasma vessle, both almost killed by toji, they made it out with so much trauma. like both of them TWEAKED to the max 😭 which lead to geto killing a whole village and yk .... and then the breakup

and god, the “are you the strongest bc you're satoru gojo or are you satoru gojo cuz you're the strongest” LIKE LORDDD!! WHO ELSE HAD CARED, QUESTIONED, ABOUT GOJO BEING USED AS A WEAPON ... HIS STRENGTH BRING HIS ONLY IDENTITY... WHO ELSE BUT HIS ONE AND ONLY !!! 🫠 he wanted him to think about it .... make him realize he was being used as a tool... make him realize his mere strength doesn't define him as a person.... he saw gojo beyond that, genuinely.. he cares so much... he loves him I fear... sobs...

don't even get me started on jjk0. that fucking ending with just the two of them “bff”-to-“bff” dawg I actually can't even take just thinking about it.... I'm tearing up. actually I don't even wanna finish writing this post anymore I just wanna go to bed and sob

[fairyroses]

— Lex Luthor in SMALLVILLE, “Leech” (1.12)

[dayisfading]

the number of real and incredibly famous chefs in this season of the bear is blowing my mind a little bit

[dreepy-lex]

⚒️ Lily (Lileep)

Battle intro: Training time! Bet I can beat you!

Victory: Aw yeah! Wanna go again later?

Defeat: Dang, you got me... good job!

Assist: It'sss ghost time!

Taunt: What if, like, your tentacles, were noodles?

Reacting to Taunt: Ruuude! *Tongue sticking out noise*

Tie: Good spar! Thanks Lily!

Perfect Victory: Yesss! I did it!

[lex-n-weegie]

First Meeting

Paring(s): Glamrock Bonnie x "Hazel"

Warning(s): Robot abuse(?), Technical Ruin Spoilers

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Current Objective: Fix the broken objects in Rockstar Row.

Addendum: Do not interact with any of the Glamrocks. A note from Dave: "They have better things to talk to. They should be in their rooms with he curtains shut anyways."

They already knew what their mission was, but with nothing else to do or think they simply replayed it in their head over and over, thinking about all the things that were broken and the best way to fix them.

Recalling correctly, the things that were broken were

The tail on the Roxanne Wolf Statue

One of the display cases

A display light on Glamrock Chica's Statue podium

And the fake plants on Glamrock Freddy's Statue podium

That was very much doable, probably would get it done without the hour. Unless something were to go wrong that is, but their programming was perfectly fine, they wouldn't do anything wrong.

Pushing along the small cart they had, they made their way from their room down below up into Rockstar Row, already assessing some of the visible damage that they could easily see. They glanced over at the Glamrock's rooms and sure enough, the curtains were shut tight. They didn't know why they even looked, but it was brushed off as they approached Roxanne's statue.

The tail was actually mostly fine, but one of the pieces of "fluff" was broken off. Easily fixable, grabbing a small blowtorch they had brought they simply rewelded it, fussing over it slightly until you couldn't tell it was ever broken.

Next was the fake plants. They looked kind of pruned, like a kid or an "angsty teen" had ripped them all of. Again, easy, simply replacing them with new ones and keeping the old ones to throw away proper.

The light for Chica's podium wasn't even broken either, the bulb had simply fizzled out. Just had to be replaced and bam! Three out of four things done already.

The display case was a little more difficult, but still easy. Seemed like someone must have fallen into it, as one of the glass panels were cracked. It a tricky, since the glass has to be slowly taken out and put back in, all without error. Slowly, loosening the frame, they were able to pull out the cracked piece. Still trying to be careful, they slowly got up, intending to gently set it until their little cart to once again, dispose of properly, as any other way would simply be-

"Howdy."

The sudden voice nearly made them drop the glass, which on instinct had their grip harden and crack the thing more. They were thankful it wasn't the new glass, as they only brought one replacement with them.

"Ah geez, didn't mean to scare ya. Sorry mate."

Finally the figure was in view, an all too familiar lavender rabbit that honestly towered over them quite a bit: Glamrock Bonnie, leaning against the cart.

If the sudden hello didn't shock them enough, the appearance of a Glamrock sure did. Shocking enough to make them completely silent. And frozen in place.

A couple of moments of silence followed, Bonnie slowly looking a bit uncomfortable until he cleared his throat(odd, since they didn't need to breathe or have anything in their throat to clear).

"Let's start over. Howdy, it's nice to meet ya." He held out his hand for a handshake, but was only met with more silence as the bear's eyes flickered from his face, down to his hand, and back up. After a minute, they gently placed the glass pane in the cart, giving the rabbit an inquisitive look. Right as he was wondering if they didn't talk, they finally spoke.

"I thought you were guys were supposed to be in your rooms. Weren't you given orders to?."

He was taken aback, but he retracted his hand and simply shrugged.

"I mean, yeah, but I wanted to come out here and meet you. So I left." To his surprise, this seemed to baffle the bear.

"Why? You're supposed to do what you're told, disobeying is bad." A bit hypocritical admittedly, since they were told to not talk to the Glamrocks, but they figured they could help steer this rabbit onto the right path.

"Well, I gotta have a little bit of free will, don't I?"

"No? You have to do what you're told. Why would you want to do anything else?" Saying this they continued their objective, gently picking up the replacement glass and going back to the display case, going onto their knees to make things easier. Bonnie seemed baffled again, but after a moment of pause came up with a comeback.

"Well, I bet you were told not to talk to me, yet here you are. Checkmate." He leaned against the cart again, a smug smile painting his face. They froze again, but only for a second before they continued their task.

"I'm just simply trying to get you to follow your orders. That hardly means anything."

"Were you explicitly told to? Or even given explicit permission to?"

"Well, no-"

"Then you're doing all of this out of free will. Bam." He shot them a finger gun, making a little clicking sound as he did it. To his surprise, they let out a small breathless laugh and smiled, making sure the glass was properly secured in the frame before standing up to face the bunny again.

"Alright, fine, you win. I'm going to need that kart back." They said, pointing to it.

"Ah, my bad mate." He moved, lightly pushing it towards them. "Actually hey, what's your name? Me and the others have kinda just been calling you Afro Bear."

They were surprised for a moment, that any of them would even notice them enough to give them a sort of nickname. Regardless they responded.

"Oh, I don't have one."

That seemed to baffle the bunny the most that night, his look being a mix of confusion and concern.

"Ya don't have a name?" He asked, almost careful with his words.

"No, I was never given one." They stated matter-of-factly, like nothing was wrong with that statement.

"What do the workers call ya then?"

"Mostly bot or bear. One of them specifically calls me Thing." They saw a flash of anger in the bunny's eyes, and fearing they said something wrong they quickly continued. "Do you think I should have one? I could come up with something for you."

"No, no." He waved his hands, shaking his head. "You should do it if you want to. You don't have to think about other's opinions."

"Well-"

"BEAR!!!" A voice yelled, followed by stomping shoes against the tiled floor. Dave, the specific employee to gave them their orders, was full of anger and fury. "What are you doing?! You were told to not interact with the Glamrocks under any circumstances!"

"I-I'm sorry!" They started to profusely apologize, grabbing the kart and dragging it along with them as they tried to meet Dave halfway. "He was disobeying orders, I was just trying to-"

"Who do you think you are trying to give a Glamrock orders?!" He started to explode, taking all of his anger out of them. "You are only supposed to follow orders, that's it!"

"Hey Mate, they were just-" Bonnie tried to interject, but Dave shushed him.

"Shh!! Both of you, back to your rooms!! Now!!" He ordered, Bonnie huffing and giving the man an annoyed look before walked off, waving to the bear with a smile.

"C'ya mate."

To his disappointment, they only looked at him for a second before turning away and walking off, pushing the kart silently as they both disappeared behind their own doors.

[phantastragoria]

I wish the Switch version of the GotG game wasn't cloud storage only... I'm going on a trip for an undetermined amount of time and I'm going to miss the fools.

[deityofhearts]

also I’m so far from moving but when I eventually move (hopefully this year or next year) do y’all want pictures of how I decorate my room?

[murdockcastleslut]

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