#the prodigal clone returns

[lowkeynando]

the food of the pigs he is tending to. At this time, he finally comes to his senses:. [if] The opening,

"A man had two sons" is a storyteller's trope and would immediately bring to mind Cain and Abel, Ishmael and Isaac, and Jacob and Esau.

Jesus then confounds the listeners' expectations when the younger son is shown to be foolish. [6]

While a number of commentators see the request of the younger son for his share of the inheritance as "brash, even insolent"[7] and

"tantamount to wishing that the father was dead,"[7] Jewish legal scholar Bernard Jackson says "Jewish sources give no support to [the idea] that the prodigal, in seeking the advance, wishes his father dead."[6]

The young man's actions do not lead to success; he squanders his inheritance and he eventually becomes an indentured servant, with the degrading job of looking after pigs, and even envying them for the carob pods they eat. [7]

This recalls Proverbs 29:3: "Whoever loves wisdom gives joy to his father, but whoever consorts with harlots squanders his wealth."[v]

Upon his return, his father treats the young man with a generosity far more than he has a right to expect. [7] He is given the best robe, a ring for his finger, and sandals for his feet. [vi] Jewish philosopher Philo observes: 6] Criticism of Jesus has existed since the first century. Jesus was criticised by the Pharisees and scribes fors CLONES

[terrestrialnoob]

For the Arcs VS Episodes: Yeah, I consider arcs one “episode” because the story isn’t complete if you only watch one part. You can’t properly judge an incomplete story, so it’s – not impossible but – extremely difficult to choose a single part as a favorite.

Season 1-4 are the Main Show, created cohesively as one show. Season 5 is where network medaling started to happen, the show was too dark and too adult, and The Lost Episodes didn’t convince the Network that the current team was going to do what they wanted, so they created Fast Forward at the same time as a soft reboot. Controversial opinion but: Fast Forward isn’t the worst. It’s not as high quality as the previous seasons, sure, but it’s far from bad. The art style isn’t bad either, just different and more reliant on computer animation than seasons 1-5. Back To The Sewers is that bad, though. Another soft-reboot before the previous reboot could even find its footing. This one actually had a bad art shift – those eyes, those fucking eyes – but I can see could have been cute if anyone competent had been involved; you know, more kiddie for the younger audience they already had by not talking down to them before deciding they needed to talk down to them.

Anyway. Turtle’s Forever is good but not great. It’s a good ending for the series, but has some aspects that could have been done better.

Personal TOP 5 Episodes:

Return to New York (Season 1 episodes 21-23) They just tear through the Foot Clan and Shredder’s home to kill him. Love this way better as a season finale than The Search for Splinter.

Reality Check – The Real World (Season 3 Episodes 19-23) Does no one want to talk about how Mikey killed an alternate version of Splinter? How Raph turns into Leo when put in charge of a team? No one? We’re just going to focus on Bad-End Donnie and how cute Leo and Usagi are? Yeah, okay. Fine.

Shredder Strikes Back (Season 1 episodes 17-18) Proper terrifying unkillable Shredder, Darkest Moment, this arc as set up for Return to New York makes their complete decimation of the Foot Clan so much sweeter.

The Big Brawl  (Season 2 episodes 23-26) Much needed Splinter development, and each turtle gets time to shine separate from their family. Like, each person, all of them, gets to show off who they are, make a friend or make an enemy, and just be able to enjoy fighting for the fun of it, for the art of it, without the threat of death (for a little while at least)

Good Genes (Season 4 episodes 23-25) Purely self-indulgent pick for this one, everyone gets some sweet, sweet angst.

Honorable Mentions:

The Ancient One-Scion of the Shredder-Prodigal Son (Season 4 episodes 14-16) Leo’s suffering arc comes to an end in the best way possible, he gets his trauma with Shredder treated and Karai slips perfectly into her new roll as Shredder 2! Man, I wish we got more of Shredder 2 instead of – the two other Shredders that didn’t need to be Shredder and could have just been their own things.

The Nano Trilogy (Season 1 episode 5, Season 2 Episode 11, Season 5 Episode 7) I loved that funky little robot.

DNA is Thicker than Watter (Season 6, episode 23) Best episode in the Fast Forward reboot, deep philosophical questions, clones. You get it.

Personal BOTTOM 5:

Dishonorable mentions: Season 7, all of it. And From Season 6: Episodes 4, 5, 8, 17, 21, 24,26 (only about a quarter of the episodes; even I, The Fast Forward Defender, didn’t think it was that redeemable).

The Entity Below (season 3 episode 6) Worldbuilding that made the world smaller and less interesting than if this episode just didn’t happen.

A Wing and a Prayer (season 4 episode 7) Bad filler

All Hallows Thieves (season 4 episode 12) Bad filler.

Reflections (Season 2 episode 9) Filler recap, maybe if it was the beginning of a season with a long break between, it’d work, but it’s totally skippable.

Ninja Tribunal (season 4 episode 26) the beginning of the end.

Weird?

Garbageman and Juncklantis (Season 1 episode 9 and season 2 episode 17) Love the Professor and his two dudes, but what the fuck?

The King (season 1 episode 16)Tribute episode, and a fucking acid trip. No logical consistency, just vibes.

The Golden Puck (season 2 episode 18) Casey loves hockey! Cowboys hate hockey? No ice in Texas? Casey’s a fucken gem!

Return of the Justice Force (season 2 episode 22) I love old people! And Retired Superheroes with a convoluted love story? Why are Mikey’s comic book characters real people?

The Lesson (Season 3 episode 13) Oh, that’s adorable! Why are we telling this story again?

I’m Curious

I had a thought just now and felt I needed to ask it. So here’s what I want to know from the 2k3 fanbase;

What are the 5 best, worst, weirdest episodes of this show?

I have a general idea what a few of the best episodes are, but I want to see what the general opinion is for the worst or oddest episodes.

Does the fan base consider arcs as a whole episode, or would a stand out episode of said arc fit better. What about the latter season compared to the first four? How do most people think of Turtles Forever, good, bad, could have been better?

I’m genuinely curious

Respond to this post if you’d like. I’d love to see everyone’s favs and least favs.

[thehoneyxbadger]

the prodigal clone returns pt. 2

Who: Gabby Kinney/X23_GAB

Mentioned: @ladywolverines

When: Early April 2020

Where: Alchemax Genetics CLASSIFIED

Notes: Gabby’s punishment continues, and her handlers find a way to ensure her obedience

Triggers: torture, experimentation, imprisonment, death, blood, violence

Word count: 453/1771

X23_GAB. Sometimes called Gabby, but not much any more. Not now that her other sisters were all dead. Killed on missions, or expired from the nanobots in their systems. She had survived the longest now, probably due to her enhanced healing. If anyone knew why she was the only one to inherit that from X23, no one had told her.

[Gabby hated the table. The dark room, unable to see anything about what they were doing. She could feel that they were cutting her, taking blood, injecting something... She could smell the strange gases in the mask over her face. But they didn’t bother with anaesthetics. It wasn’t like she felt pain after all...]

She was the only survivor for now. Maybe they’d make more of them. But since X23 was gone, and her sisters had perished, it was just Gabby alone in this cell. She trained every day, did as she was told, waited for a new mission. 

And tried to ignore the itch in the back of her mind that said this was all wrong.

[They were giving her something. Every time they did, Gabby felt like she was floating and then it was hard to tell what was real any more. Everything felt real, and nothing did.]

She’d never escaped here, (no that wasn’t right!) though she and her sisters had tried once before. They’d (escaped and found X23) been caught and punished. She’d not tried again since. It would be harder now, alone and without anyone to shelter her. She was still more upbeat than her sisters had been, but not as much as she had been.

[Then they brought in that telepath. At least... Gabby thought that was what was happening... She couldn’t remember any more... Something was changing things... Blocks in her head... She couldn’t-- No, she had to fight back-- She was Gabby, they couldn’t take that away. She wouldn’t be theirs again. She--]

She was X23_GAB. A weapon. And they’d been testing something on her recently. She tried to ignore the itch in the back of her head.

She was brought to an empty room with one way mirrors lining a wall. She was being watched, she knew. But she didn’t know what they wanted. One of her handlers entered the room. Her nose twitched as a strange smell--somehow familiar although she had no memory of it--reached her.

                             ----

Blood covered her. Her handler lay dead on the floor. She didn’t remember a thing.

                       -------------

It didn’t matter if the blocks in her mind weren’t perfect yet. With the trigger scent, they could make their scene, uphold the end of the unhanded bargain that had gotten them back their weapon. She could be fixed later.

[fantastic-nonsense]

All of the Comic References in Wayne Family Adventures #7

Starting Their Own Superhero Team:

Dick co-founded and led two versions of the Teen Titans (the 'Fab Five' Silver Age Titans and the New Teen Titans); he also ran the Outsiders (Judd Winick's 2003 Outsiders run) and two iterations of the Justice League (JLA: Obsidian Age, as Nightwing, and the post-Cry for Justice League, as Batman)

Jason started the Outlaws (New 52/Rebirth Red Hood and the Outlaws)

Tim co-founded Young Justice (YJ 1998 and YJ 2019) and led his generation of Teen Titans (Teen Titans Vol. 3, 2003-2011, and Vol. 4, 2011-2014)

Damian was part of a new lineup of Teen Titans (Teen Titans Rebirth, 2016-2021); his Super Sons team-up with Jon Kent also probably counts (Super Sons saga)

Changing their Hero Names:

Dick became Nightwing in Tales of the Teen Titans #44. Not included on this list are his time as Batman (Batman: Prodigal and Battle for the Cowl #3/Batman Reborn era) and Agent 37 (Grayson, 2014).

Jason became Red Hood in Batman: Under the Red Hood (2005-2006).

Tim technically became Red Robin in Robin (1993) #181, but was only named as such in Red Robin #1; Drake was in YJ 2019.

Cass became Batgirl at the end of the No Man's Land arc and properly debuted as Batgirl in Batgirl (2000) #1. She took up Black Bat in Batman Inc. Vol. 1 (2011) #6, and Orphan was her initial hero in the post-Flashpoint universe, starting with Batman and Robin Eternal (2015). She's currently operating under Batgirl again.

Trained By Assassins:

For Damian and Cass, it's their entire backstories, so pretty much anything touching on that will cover it

Tim was trained by Lady Shiva in his first miniseries (Robin Vol. 1, 1991), published before his solo run in 1993; he also got some training by the League of Assassins during his 2009 Red Robin run

Jason was trained by Talia al Ghul, the All-Caste, and LoA in between being resurrected and his return to Gotham (Red Hood: The Lost Days and the New 52 RHATO run)

The Dick-Deathstroke mentions are either a reference to the Apprentice arc in the 2003 Teen Titans cartoon or Nightwing: Renegade, where Dick went undercover as 'Renegade' and ended up training Slade's daughter, Rose Wilson, in exchange for Slade agreeing to stay out of Bludhaven. Neither one would give him a legitimate bingo (TT because it's not comics canon, Renegade because he was doing the training, not being trained). HOWEVER, Dick should still be raising his hand because of his time at Shrike's Vengeance Academy in Robin: Year One.

Murders and Resurrections:

Jason was beaten and murdered by the Joker in Death in the Family. Technically, his resurrection happened in Infinite Crisis/Batman Annual #25, but really...just read Batman: Under the Red Hood (2005-2006)

Damian was killed by The Heretic, his adult clone, on his mother's orders in Batman Inc. Vol. 2 #8 (2012) and resurrected via a chaos shard on Apokolips in the Robin Rises arc of Batman & Robin Vol. 2 (2011-2015).

Cass died and was resurrected twice during her Batgirl solo series; the first time in a fight with her mother, Lady Shiva, in Batgirl (2000) #25, and the second time in a fight with her LoA "adoptive brother," Mad Dog, in Batgirl (2000) #71-73. On both occasions, she's resurrected by Shiva (the first time, Shiva restarted her heart via some mystical thing that's never really explained; the second time, she dunked Cass in a Lazarus Pit).

Dick's wishy-washy murder/resurrection and the Crime Syndicate stuff was Forever Evil (2014). Dick was strapped to a bomb that only worked as long as his heart was beating, so Lex Luthor killed him via suffocation, disconnected him from the bomb, and then restarted his heart. Dick was "medically" dead for less than a minute and was promptly resuscitated, resulting in the ongoing fandom controversy on whether or not his death "counts" for the purposes of the "Dead Robins Club" (lampshaded by Jason and Tim's argument)

Sidenote: even though Steph's death in War Games was later retconned as Leslie Thompkins faking her death and smuggling her out of the country/into witness protection, Steph genuinely flatlined and it was intended to be a genuine and permanent death at the time of publication. If Steph were in the Cave, I assume she would also raise her hand.

[sparktober]

Sparktober Bingo 2021!

Back for a new generation: Sparktober Bingo!

Instead of coming up with an Atlantis-specific list of prompts, I compiled a bunch of 2021 -tober prompt lists into one google doc here. (Links to original prompt lists are on the google doc.) Add in a list of Atlantis episodes and...

How to play:

Choose a “flavor” from the prompt sets below the cut, then paste it into this fandom bingo card generator.

Adjust your browser size til it looks right and take a screenshot, or use the html script if you’re familiar with using html on tumblr. Tag @sparktober​ if you want us to reblog it so everyone knows you’re playing!

  Sparktober Bingo Rules:

Complete a row/column, corners, or a blackout of your card by November 1, or not! Update as you go.

All fan-works are allowed: art, edits, fic, meta... bonus points to anyone who picks the “sprinkles” flavor and goes full mid-aughts by filling their bingo cards with 100x100 pixel icons.

You are allowed to pull multiple cards until you get one that inspires you, and you can also go through the prompt list of your choice in advance to pull out squicks or things you absolutely won’t write. I recommend not googling unfamiliar words from your work computer.

Use the prompts liberally! Episode titles can be treated as the episode or as generic prompts (e.g. “Epiphany” can be for an episode-related fic or a prompt for an epiphany of your choice).

  Flavor descriptions:

VANILLA: Gen prompt lists from Fictober, Inktober, Trektober Gen, and Trektober Trek.

CHOCOLATE: Zesty prompt lists from Trektober NSFW, Kinktober, and Whumptober. The multiple-prompts-per-day from Kinktober and Whumptober have been broken into individual prompts.

CANDY CORN: Fall / holiday themed prompts from TUA-tober.

SPRINKLES: Atlantis episode list (in order, in case you only want to copy certain seasons), along with characters and a few Atlantis-specific prompts.

TWIST: All of the above! (You can also manually mix and match different flavors, of course.)

Text blocks to copy into the bingo card generator are below the cut. Enjoy!!

VANILLA

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty

  CHOCOLATE

A/B/O; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; Hide & Seek; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Pressure; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Nightmares; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; Master & slave; Scissoring; Titfucking; Frottage; Knifeplay; Formal Wear; Breathplay; Fisting; Pegging; Scat; Beastiality; Fucking Machine; Tickling; Boot Worship; Bukkake; Collaring; Foodplay; Non or dubcon; Feederism; Sensory Deprivation; Oviposition; Clone & Selfcest; Exhibitionism & Voyeurism; Impact Play; Sadomasochism; Bloodplay; Praise Kink; Body Swap; Sweat; Branding; Massage; Role Reversal; Armpit; Masturbation; Inflation; Sex Toys; Burnplay; Menophilia; Stuck in Wall; Deepthroating & Facesitting; Dacryphilia; Hate Sex

  CANDY CORN

Birthday; Sick Day; Autumn; Candles; Plaid / Flannel; Leaf Piles; Sweaters; Baking; Cinnamon; Pumpkin Spice Latte; Carnival; Movie Night; Candy; Graveyard; Black Cats; Goosebumps; Pumpkin; Party; Monster; Ghosts; Witch; Vampire; Traditions; Magic; Mask; Haunted House; Trick; Treat; Costume; Monster Mash; Halloween

  SPRINKLES

Rising Part 1; Rising Part 2; Hide and Seek; Thirty-Eight Minutes; Suspicion; Childhood's End; Poisoning the Well; Underground; Home; The Storm; The Eye; The Defiant One; Hot Zone; Sanctuary; Before I Sleep; The Brotherhood; Letters from Pegasus; The Gift; The Siege Part 1; The Siege Part 2; The Siege Part 3; The Intruder; Runner; Duet; Condemned; Trinity; Instinct; Conversion; Aurora; The Lost Boys; The Hive; Epiphany; Critical Mass; Grace Under Pressure; The Tower; The Long Goodbye; Coup d'Etat; Michael; Inferno; Allies; No Man's Land; Misbegotten; Irresistible; Sateda; Progeny; The Real World; Common Ground; McKay and Mrs. Miller; Phantoms; The Return Part 1; The Return Part 2; Echoes; Irresponsible; Tao of Rodney; The Game; The Ark; Sunday; Submersion; Vengeance; First Strike; Adrift; Lifeline; Reunion; Doppelganger; Travelers; Tabula Rasa; Missing; The Seer; Miller's Crossing; This Mortal Coil; Be All My Sins Remember'd; Spoils of War; Quarantine; Harmony; Outcast; Trio; Midway; The Kindred Part 1; The Kindred Part 2; The Last Man; Search and Rescue; The Seed; Broken Ties; The Daedalus Variations; Ghost in the Machine; The Shrine; Whispers; The Queen; Tracker; First Contact; The Lost Tribe; Outsiders; Inquisition; The Prodigal; Remnants; Brain Storm; Infection; Identity; Vegas; Enemy at the Gate; Ronon Dex; Teyla Emmagan; John Sheppard; Carson Beckett; Elizabeth Weir; Rodney McKay; Jennifer Keller; Samantha Carter; Aiden Ford; Radek Zelenka; Kate Heightmeyer; Evan Lorne; Laura Cadman; Kolya; Chuck; Peter Grodin; Steven Caldwell; Lantea; Ocean; Ancient(s); Richard Woolsey; Athosians; Daedalus; Wraith; Nanites; Asurans; Genii; DHD; SGC; Stargate; Earth; Antarctica; Ascension

 TWIST

“I need you.”; “You have no proof.”; “I’ve waited for this.”; “Fine, I give up.”; “I’m not saying I told you so…”; “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”; “That could have gone better.”; “This is it, isn’t it?”; “There’s no right side to this.”; “It’s so quiet.”; “I swear, it’s not always like this.”; “You keep me safe.”; “The things you make me do…”; “Your information was wrong.”; “I like that in you.”; “Not this again.”; “I’m with you, you know that.”; “This was not part of the plan.”; “I feel strange.”; “That’s what I’m known for.”; “What did I say?”; “No promises.”; “This time, do what I say.”; “Is this supposed to impress me?”; “Do you know what time it is?”; “I’m sure this has never worked, ever.”; “You could have died!”; “I don’t have to explain myself.”; “Why are we whispering?”; “Don’t ruin this.”; “Take me with you.”; Crystal; Suit; Vessel; Knot; Raven; Spirit; Fan; Watch; Pressure; Pick; Sour; Stuck; Roof; Tick; Helmet; Compass; Collide; Moon; Loop; Sprout; Fuzzy; Open; Leak; Extinct; Splat; Connect; Spark; Crispy; Patch; Slither; Risk; Meet-Cute; Amnesia; Age Difference; Pining; Sick Fic; Fake Relationship; Accidental Meeting; Epistolary; Secret Identity; Historical AU; Nightmares; Monster Hunter; A/B/O; Reunion; Soulmates; At Pride; Angst; Seasons; Fix-It; Coffee Shop; Movie Plot AU; Kid Fic; Actor's Other Crossover Work; OT+; Getting Together; Only One Bed; Pirates; Making Up; Forbidden Relationship; Tattoos; Halloween; Prime Directive; Lower Decks / Background Characters; Away Mission; Ship's Bar; Aliens Made Them Do It; Observation Deck; Crew with Family; Holodeck; Science Crew; Character Survives; Headcanons; Diplomacy; Decontamination; Trek Crossover; Replicator; Worldbuilding; Redshirts; Sex / Love Potion; Medical Crew; Transporters; Medbay; Interspecies Relationship; Mirrorverse; Uniforms; Mutiny; Stranded on a Planet; Rec Room; Academy Era; Second Contact; Command Crew; Off-Duty; Soft; Anonymous Sex; Penetration with Object/s; Sleeping; Intercrural Sex; Restraints; In/Under Water; Group Sex; First Time; Possessive Behavior; Dry Humping / Grinding; Overstimulation; Roleplay; Rimming; Stretching / Fisting; Power Imbalance; Food Play; Fingering; Body Worship; Sex Work; Voyeurism / Exhibitionism; Safewords; Technology; Oral Sex; Omorashi / Wetting; Crying; Underwear / Lingerie; Friends with Benefits; Pain Kink; Dirty Talk; Trick or Treat; All trussed up and nowhere to go; Talking is overrated; Sticks and stones may break my bones...; Trust fall; I've got red in my ledger; Touch and go; My spidey-sense is tingling; Coughing up a lung; Rumors of my death are greatly exaggerated; Oops, I did it again; Just keep swimming; It'll be fun, they said; That's gonna leave a mark; Under pressure; Feed a cold, starve a fever; On a need-to-know basis; Field care 101; The doctor is in; Just a scratch; Lost & found; That's where the blood's supposed to be; They made me do it; You break it, you buy it; One down, two to go; You will go down with this ship; “I'm fine, I prom...”; It's (not) just in your head; All work and no play; Digging your grave; Hurt & Comfort; “You have to let go.”; Garotte; Taunting; “Do you trust me?”; Betrayal; Bruises; Helplessness; Pneumothorax; Presumed Dead; Hospital; Adrift; Torture; “This is gonna suck.”; Crush injuries; Delirium; Recovery; “Please don't move.”; “Now smile for the camera.”; Bitten; Trunk; Bleeding through bandages; Cursed; Auction; Self-induced injuries to escape; Escape; Fallen; Passing out; “Good, you're finally awake.”; “You're still not dead?”; Major character death; Disaster zone; Barbed Wire; Choking; Insults; Taken Hostage; Misunderstanding; Touch Starved; Numbness; Exotic Illness; (Blind) Rage; Flare-Up; Drowning; Made To Watch; Burns; Beaten; Fever Dreams; Scars; Hemorrhage; Doctor Visit; Bleeding; Trapped Under Water; Demon; Ransom; Flashback; Flight; Waterfall; Vertigo; Too Weak To Move; Left For Dead; Trauma; Bound; Gagged; “Who Did This To You?”; Pushed; Broken Nose; Hunger; Blindness; “Definitely Just A Cold”; Tears; Ice Chips; Dehydration; Begging; Cauterization; Force; Bees; Aftermath; Dread; Cpr; Stabbing; Solitary Confinement; Blood-Matted Hair; Obsession; Pursuit; Revenge; Hiding; Trap Door; Collapse; Panic; Overworked; Ghosts; Prisoner; Losing Control; Threats; Caning; Mercy; Forgotten; Head Injury; Screaming; Comfort; Self-Sacrifice; Trapped; Near-Death Experience; Regret; Tragedy; Battlefield; Anxiety; Gore; Petplay; Bimbofication; Panties & Lingerie; Bondage; Double Penetration in 2 Holes; Breeding; Humiliation; NTR; Incest; Emeto; Omorashi; Free Use; Crossdressing; Public; Three (or more) some; Daddy & Mommy; Double Penetration in 1 Hole; Distention & Cockbulge; Xenophilia; Shotgunning; Watersports; Pregnancy; Lactation; Waxplay; Grooming; Human Furniture; Feet; Prostituion; MacroMicro; Spanking; Cockwarming; Glory Hole; Somnophilia; Body Modification; Temperature Play; Leather; Size Difference; Sounding; Stockings; Tentacles; Medical Play; Stripping; Orgasm Denial; 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[youngjustus]

hey so i know a lot of people get frustrated re: yj cartoon!kon&clark’s relationship not being accurate to the comics, but I don’t actually know a lot about comic!kon&clark’s relationship and was wondering if you could give me crash course and/or point out some good issues to read for them?

oh boy, is that a pet peeve of mine. as much as i’d like for this to be a short “crash course”, this is definitely going to be a long post. 

i think when diving into this, it’s important to talk about the editorial behind the scenes mess for the death and return of superman event in the early 90′s, too. originally, issue 500 of the adventures of superman was going to be the wedding between lois and clark, instead of it being the kicking off point for the reign of the supermen arc and the first appearance of the new superboy. this was the same time the show lois & clark: the new adventures of superman was airing, and the two were going to be married in a later season. dc wanted these events on tv and in the comics to line up, so the wedding in the comics was pushed back to later in the decade.

so, what do you do with the characters until then? the only idea the writing team at the time kept coming back to was literally to just kill superman. so they did.

but these are 90′s comics! so there needs to be an even bigger plot, and we need more gimmicks to sell comics and keep readers hooked. like cloning, funerals, a superman cult, an underground society, coast city being decimated, shapeshifting aliens, and lex luthor pretending to be his own son. so that’s how we got the follow up funeral for a friend, reign of the supermen, and the return of superman arcs.

that’s a very abridged version of events, but i’m bringing all that up because it’s important for later when discussing certain character decisions down the road.

part of the ‘point’ of conner’s creation was to show a version of superman that didn’t grow up with martha and jonathan kent. (he was also supposed to be a cool 90′s MTV generation kid to appeal to the teenager demographic, if his original costume and slang of the time didn’t make that obvious enough. slammin’!)

(the adventures of superman vol. 1 #501, 1993)

“i guess that’s just it, martha... you didn’t raise this boy!”

there’s also a lot of neat parallels between conner and the post-crisis supergirl, matrix. she was an artificial being made by an alternate earth’s lex luthor to be the hero of that world. after she came to the main dc universe and got along with superman, she was adopted by the kents, who gave her the name mae.

(supergirl vol. 3 #1, 1994)

“it’s only me... your prodigal daughter!”

it’s also important to note that editorial generally doesn’t like their big, flagship heroes to seem ‘aged’. being married or, worse, being married with children, tends to do that. a really good example of this fear of making characters look ‘too old’ and seem ‘not relatable’, is the spider-man arc one more day that undid peter and mary jane’s marriage. also, like i said, at this point in the early 90′s, lois and clark were not married - some readers wouldn’t have been okay if they were just dating, but still had a teenager they were looking after. (also the comic code authority was still in effect at this time, and there was probably a rule about that.)

i’m pretty sure these fears and rules led to conner getting his own superboy solo series that was primarily set in hawaii, with later issues back in metropolis.

in addition to that - similarly with the original supergirl back in 1959 being sent to an orphanage instead of living with clark or in smallville - i believe this was done to allow the creative teams on the main superman books and the new superboy series to have more freedom with their story lines. the superboy stories don’t have to rely heavily on what superman is up to and vice versa. that’s not something that i know for certain that anyone at dc officially sourced as a reason, but those are the only explanations that i can come up with.

there’s also some basis for that in canon:

(superboy plus the power of shazam! #1, 1997)

moreover, i cannot emphasize enough that this was the early 1990′s and the death and return of superman was the biggest thing in comics at the time. there were a lot (A LOT) of new characters, new teams, new comics, and big crossover events throughout this decade to push sales - this is an era of quantity over quality in some cases. superboy vol. 4 and superboy and the ravers were just a few of them.

anyways, when superman and conner officially meet there were a lot more pressing issues such as coast city being destroyed and everyone finally figuring out that the cyborg superman was the real villain all along. (spoilers for a comic that came out nearly 30 years ago?) but after all the dust has settled, and the status quo is mostly back to normal, they finally have time to go into the whole cloning thing.

since conner does make it known he has an implanted education, clark is concerned if there were any implanted memories of superman’s, and if anyone at cadmus knows about superman’s secrets - namely, if lois, the daily planet staff, lana lang, and the kents are in danger. it’s quickly established that, no, conner doesn’t, and also he’s not actually a clone of superman (since this is pre-geoff johns, 2003 teen titans, lex luthor retcon). while clark is relieved about his identity being safe, conner doesn’t take the ‘not-actually-a-superman-clone’ thing well and sulks for a few pages. after quickly getting over it, he accepts his responsibility and the mantle of superboy.

(the adventures of superman vol. 1 #505, 1993)

so that was some behind the scenes stuff and their initial meeting. throughout the rest of the decade to the early 2000′s, they are largely kept in their separate stories with their supporting casts and rogues galleries, as mae kent and linda danvers did in their supergirl comics. they do show up in the main superman books, along with steel, but it’s mostly for support in a big battle.

(the adventures of superman vol. 1 #513, 1994)

“superboy! good to see you!”

despite the fact that during these team ups superman is thankful for the help, and everyone gets along fine, they all pretty much always go their separate ways after. and i think this still sort of leads to the (likely unintentional) perception of superman not really being interested in or concerned about superboy.

when clark does show up in issues of superboy, it’s usually for advice.

(superboy vol. 4 annual #2, 1995)

“really appreciate the fly-by, s-man. helped a lot. thanks.”

(as stated previously, this era is pre-luthor retcon, and conner was originally revealed be a clone of the former head of cadmus, paul westfield - not of superman and lex luthor.)

this later ties into superboy receiving his first name, kon-el. prior to this, he had no name and was only referred to as superboy, SB, or just ‘kid’. in this issue, superboy is brought to the fortress of solitude for the first time and shown in VR the final hours of krypton. he assumes the role of a real kryptonian who was adopted into the house of el named kon-el. he was vital to helping get baby kal-el to his rocketship before the destruction of the planet.

(superboy vol. 4 #59, 1999)

“...but being family -- that’s different.”

the name is a gift! it has thought and a history behind it, and shows how much superman does care for him and considers him part of his family. after leaving the fortress, newly named kon-el cries tears of joy upon receiving the name.

later in the series, conner learns through cosmic time travel, dimension hopping shenanigans that superman is actually clark kent, when he didn’t even realize that superman had a secret identity. he’s rightfully upset, feeling stupid and lied to, and tries to subtly confront him about it which is where we get a real, explicit confirmation of exactly how superman thinks of him.

(superboy vol. 4 #70, 2000)

“it’s like you’re my... younger brother. the one who gets to have all the fun.”

and it’s really from here they start to go a bit more into the route of annoying younger brother or cousin and expand on conner’s relationship with the kents. there’s an issue where clark is PEAK jealous older brother - don’t touch my stuff and all that.

(superman vol. 2 #155, 2000)

“he doesn’t have a ‘ma and pa kent’... and i wouldn’t be much of a superman without that...”

7 years after conner’s debut, and clark (editorial) is just now realizing this??

again, i don’t think this was an intentional result, and if it were up to me, i would’ve changed this to have more personal, one-on-one interactions throughout both superboy and superman books. i think a decent number of comic panels i’ve already included in this post do show that they’ve always liked each other and clark has pretty much always considered him family; i just wish there was more involvement earlier. 

a number of comics after this point do have some really good moments, and continue to build up the on-panel relationship - establishing them as siblings and the adoptive children of martha and jonathan. conner being adopted by the kents goes back to his origin in reign of the supermen! of being a version of superman that was brought up without their influence and teachings.

it wouldn’t be until the final pages of the final issue of superboy vol. 4 where he would finally move to smallville, and (off screen) receive the civilian name conner kent. it’s also during this time when young justice disbands, and he joins the teen titans with his best friends, tim drake, bart allen, and cassie sandsmark.

in the first issue of teen titans vol. 3, there is the reveal/retcon of him being cloned from both superman and lex luthor. this leads to a lot of angst on conner’s end. it’s tim who does his best to reassure conner, and tell him that this revelation wouldn’t change how superman views him.

(i’d imagine if you had been a long time reader and following the character since his debut with the original backstory, it would be weird to read some of the same plotlines rehashed with the retcon in place. in those annual panels i posted previously, superman makes it clear that conner is his own person and doesn’t have to feel responsible for westfield’s mistakes. i guess luthor is a bigger and more iconic villain than him, but this still feels like a rehash.)

the cloning origin subplot is an on-going one throughout the first 33 issues of teen titans vol. 3 which culminates with conner being mind controlled by luthor to (shave his hair and) attack his friends in a crossover between teen titans and the outsiders vol. 3. he quits the team after, racked with guilt, but is brought back into the action during infinite crisis. 

conner is killed in the penultimate issue of infinite crisis after saving the multiverse. clark, along with many other heroes, is devastated.

(infinite crisis #7, 2006)

“sorry isn’t going to help superboy. we should have been here.”

this death - on top of all the others and this event in general - hits so hard that clark takes a year off from being superman (and batman, robin, nightwing, and wonder woman take time off, too). he is then ecstatic when conner is resurrected by the legion of super heroes in the 30th century.

(final crisis: legion of three worlds #5, 2009)

conner goes back to smallville and has his own adventures in superboy vol. 5 and adventure comics vol. 2, while also returning to be part of the teen titans.

and then the new 52 reboot happened, superman’s character changed dramatically, the soft reboot of rebirth happened, the original superman came back, and then finally conner came back, and was reunited with a lot of the other superfamily members with only martha and jonathan remembering him. so that’s where we’re at now at the time of me posting this!

here are some more old and new panels because i’m petty:

(superboy vol. 4 #94, 2002)

“hold up, hold up. i hate to break this to you, mister brewski... but superman isn’t my dad...”

(superman: blackest night #3, 2009)

“i’m your brother!”

(superman 80-page-giant 2011 #1, 2011)

“you must think you’re the first superpower teenager i’ve raised!”

(action comics vol. 1 #1022, 2020)

“kent boys...”

(young justice vol. 3 #18, 2020)

a few other things i’d like to say about the siblings versus parent and child ‘debate’ is this: first, comic characters’ ages are something that are extremely vague a majority of the time, but i will say that clark is stated to be 34 during the events of his death and return, and conner is repeatedly referred to as being the equivalent of 16 years old. an 18 year difference between siblings isn’t completely out of the question. my oldest sister is 14 years older than me.

second, it’s worth revisiting the fact that for about 10 years worth of comics, conner was not a clone of superman. that is now canon as of 2003, and that’s the main thing that everyone knows about the character - especially with the popularity of young justice the animated series and now his debut on the live action titans. i really wonder how different fan and even writers’ perception would be had they kept that original origin of being cloned from paul westfield with only a telekinesis meta-gene added.

a key part of post-crisis superman mythos was making him the sole survivour of krypton again. conner, mae, john henry irons, natasha irons, linda danvers, and traci thirteen are all non kryptonians; they’re anything from protoplasm artificial aliens, humans, meta-humans, or homo magi. this really drove home the found family trope.

and third, the two characters who are consistently referred to as lois and clark’s sons are chris and jon kent - and i’m sad that chris has been largely ignored and erased in canon almost immediately after his first appearances in the mid 2000′s. (he returned aged up in the new krypton arc and then was evil or something in rebirth.) i get the impression the only thing that the big brains at detective comics comics can come up with for interesting superman stories is getting rid of various family members whether it’s them being killed off, retconned out of existence, or shoved into the phantom zone. i think they’re trying to make the superfamily feel like how the superfamily ‘should’ in current comics, but i personally don’t know if it’s succeeding.

(bonus fourth thing is that during conner’s time at cadmus and in hawaii, he did consider jim harper and dubbilex to be father figures.)

my closing thoughts - and sort of a summary of what’s stated above - are that clark and conner have always liked each other. at the same time, i think that the editorial decisions from then still made a weird, unintentional disconnect due to so many of their personal stories and development being told so separate from the other. if i had the power to change things, i would add more side stories with clark visiting conner in hawaii, and expand on the time when conner had officially moved into the kent farm for the first time and getting used to that domesticity with martha and jonathan.

i would also have less of an emphasis on conner’s genetic templates post-luthor retcon, an instead the fact that these are the people - the superfamily and the titans - that chose to be around him and care for him, clark included. i will admit there is a comic or two with them referred to as father and son, but ultimately the dynamic between them that is consistently presented is like that of clark and post-crisis kara zor-el’s: as siblings or cousins.

regardless, their interactions from 1993 onward are familial and friendly. conner respects clark and doesn’t want to disappoint him. clark trusts conner and appreciates his hard work, fighting for justice and all that. clark continually reminds conner post-luthor retcon that conner is his own person, and a good one at that. clark is happy conner exists and is part of his family.

(superboy vol. 4 #100, 1994)

“i... i’ll make you proud.” - “you already have. now it’s time to make yourself proud.”

i haven’t read every comic the two of them have appeared in together, and there are probably some interesting interactions that i missed. and there are comics that i have read, but left out due to this being an extremely lengthy response already. there are probably more behind the scenes things i’m not aware of. but the fan perception, and portrayals in certain shows of them having a strained, awkward, or even toxic relationship is not something i enjoy, and does not line up with canon.

thank you for the ask and reading through this... i don’t even know what to call it. me using this as an excuse to vent, give a short comic history lesson, and be a little petty? lmao i hope this was at least informational and provided some context for certain creative decisions. if you have other questions i can try to answer them in hopefully less words.

AND FINALLY, as for a few comic recommendations:

the death and return of superman (1992-1993)

- you could skip the death part, and even the funeral and go right to reign and the return if you want. it’s peak 90′s gimmick-y comic event and a little long, but i still enjoy it nonetheless.

the fall of metropolis (1994)

- just some more earlier superfamily team up stories and a continuation of certain subplots in the death and return arc.

team superman: secret files and origins (1998)

team superman #1 (1999)

teen titans vol. 3 #1-33 (2003-2006)

- the reveal/retcon that conner was cloned from clark and luthor. not a constant bit for every issue, but something that builds up until infinite crisis.

infinite crisis (2005-2006)

blackest night: superman (2009)

also feel free to read some of the comics whose panels i included earlier in the post!

[acowlorsomething]

Moving in a half-circle, Kylo forces Rey closer to the water’s edge as he gives himself better footing. Seeing his tactic, Rey steps forward with a downward strike and pushes him back, smiling as he parries with a certain kind of awkwardness that reassures her he’s used to fighting with a saber, not a staff.

“You need a teacher,” she quips, remembering the time he said the same thing to her.

Kylo snorts, and strikes hard, coming at her with a series of lunges and swings that push her closer to the river with astonishing ferocity; as if driven to prove that what he lacks in skill, he makes up for with power.

Ducking beneath a savage swing, Rey brings her staff around and slams him across the shoulder before jabbing it towards his face; missing his chin by a finger’s breadth as he jerks out of reach.

“I’m not sure if killing each other now is an effective way of getting off this planet,” Kylo blocks another blow and inhales sharply as Rey’s stick catches him hard across the fingers.

“Are you afraid?” she laughs, flicking her weapon around and forcing him to block again.

“Of my mother’s wrath were I to kill her young prodigy?” Kylo flicks back his hair with a jerk of his head before locking his eyes with her own, “terrified.”

Rey stops then, lowering her guard and leaving herself open to his attack. “Really?”

“No.” He lunges, thrusting the spear towards her. She smacks his weapon away in the nick of time and for a full minute they’re both fighting in earnest; thrusting and parrying and spinning until finally, Rey takes Kylo’s legs out from under him with a low sweep that lands him flat on his back. Wincing and winded.

“Well you’re lucky I do fear for your mother,” Rey stops the downward thrust of her staff - just inches from his throat, “were I to kill her prodigal son.”

“Ha!” Kylo shoves the weapon out of his face, although he makes no effort to rise, “you assume two things quite wrongly. One, that she’d ever harm you for killing me, and two, that I’d ever return.” At her blank look, he clarifies. “The prodigal son is supposed to return.”

The Enemy - Chapter 5 preview | AO3

An outer rim skirmish between the First Order and the Resistance takes an unexpected turn when Trandoshan hunters find themselves with two highly prized captives from both sides. Rey and Kylo discover they must work together to escape the hunting ground…

Inspired by The Clone Wars, Season 3, Ep 21. Set after The Last Jedi.

[kylermalloy]

I was tagged by @join-the-club-weve-got-jackets to do this quarantine meme. Thank you, sweet friend!! 💙

Where are you isolated? (Country or city)

I’m stuck in Arkansas, USA!

What are you currently reading or watching?

So many things. I’m rewatching a bunch of my favorite shows—A Series of Unfortunate Events, House MD, The Originals, and The Clone Wars. I’m also going through a couple new ones—Fleabag, Person of Interest, Killing Eve, and I finally caught back up with Prodigal Son!

I’m also rereading the Harry Potter series, but I’m almost done with that. I’ll have to find something else to read soon. (Any recs???)

If you can go outside, what do you like to do during this time?

Just...walk around. Usually this time of year I’m starting to exercise outside, but I haven’t yet. I’d love to go hiking, too, but I have no idea when that could happen.

Any fascinating concept you're studying?

The uber-fascinating world of online teaching resources! I’m working from home right now, and while it’s certainly more relaxing than working normally, it’s a lot more work in some ways. Other than that, I have no energy to study anything—except music.

A song/s that resonate with your state of mind at the moment?

That’s a good question! I’ve been teaching myself lots of new songs on the piano with my time at home, but none that really describe me. Any song that glorifies staying home—I get so mad when I see or hear about people going places needlessly, or even when I hear people talk about returning to school soon.

But! I learned how to play “For the First Time in Forever” from Frozen, and when the quarantine lifts that will definitely describe my state of mind!

Favorite impulsive/bad coping techniques?

Staying up super late and sleeping in. I’ve figured out how to do most of my work on my phone, so I’ve fallen into the bad habit of waking up early, clocking in virtually to work, and going back to sleep for a few hours. I’m gonna struggle with getting up at 5:00 again when school finally starts back.

Other than that, I cope by watching a lot of tv, playing piano, and talking to my friends—but I wouldn’t call those bad coping techniques!

I’ll tag: @letsgobethegoodguys, @poughkeepsies, @aeruthien, @thelegendofwinchester, @sealionsam, @edmundsmercy, @captain-sodapop, @to-the-lost-heroes, and anyone else who feels like doing this!

[lowkeynando]

the food of the pigs he is tending to. At this time, he finally comes to his senses:. [if] The opening,

"A man had two sons" is a storyteller's trope and would immediately bring to mind Cain and Abel, Ishmael and Isaac, and Jacob and Esau.

Jesus then confounds the listeners' expectations when the younger son is shown to be foolish. [6]

While a number of commentators see the request of the younger son for his share of the inheritance as "brash, even insolent"[7] and

"tantamount to wishing that the father was dead,"[7] Jewish legal scholar Bernard Jackson says "Jewish sources give no support to [the idea] that the prodigal, in seeking the advance, wishes his father dead."[6]

The young man's actions do not lead to success; he squanders his inheritance and he eventually becomes an indentured servant, with the degrading job of looking after pigs, and even envying them for the carob pods they eat. [7]

This recalls Proverbs 29:3: "Whoever loves wisdom gives joy to his father, but whoever consorts with harlots squanders his wealth."[v]

Upon his return, his father treats the young man with a generosity far more than he has a right to expect. [7] He is given the best robe, a ring for his finger, and sandals for his feet. [vi] Jewish philosopher Philo observes: 6] Criticism of Jesus has existed since the first century. Jesus was criticised by the Pharisees and scribes for CLONES

[emperorsfoot]

Finally, some much needed Entrapdak fluff. Angsty fluff. But its still fluff. 

Also, the Horde garrison in Dryl misinterpreting pretty much everything about Hordak and ‘family’ in a wholesome and -hopefully- comical way. 

Also, also, this:

...

Hordak was programmed to stand for a commanding officer whenever they entered a room. To be waiting for them, in formation and at the ready when they arrived on their flagship. In his current circumstances, as a refugee from the Fright Zone, deposed from command of the Horde, Entrapta held the higher rank. Princess of Dryl and sovereign of the territory he was currently residing in. In this scenario, Entrapta was his commanding officer. Dryl was her flagship. Hordak wanted to be standing at attention, waiting for her arrival home.

But he could not find the entrance.

Curse this labyrinth of corridors the locals dared to call a ‘castle’! There was no rhyme or reason to them. Hordak tried learning the layout. He tried marking the turns. He even tried making his own map. But it seemed like the layout changed semi-periodically. His marks inexplicably disappeared. And his map was useless by the next day. Hordak didn’t know how the mongrel got around without getting lost, but then, the mongrel was small and usually traveled through the air ducts and ventilation system. They probably did not have these problems.

All Hordak knew was that Entrapta was already home by the time Hordak finally found her.

Not in the entrance hall. He still wasn’t sure where that was anymore.

But he did find the kitchens.

Where Baker was just finishing up a pastry molded into the shape of a tiny creature with a pig-nose and bat ears. She looked up when he entered. It only took her half a glance to realize he was lost. She arranged the pastry creature on a tray held by one of Entrapta’s bots.

“That one’s going to the lab.” She told him.

Without saying anything, only offering a grunt as a ‘thank you’ Hordak left the kitchens and followed the bot.

The twisting and winding path the bot lead him on was not the same rout the mongrel lead him on the last time he was escorted to the lab. And they passed that damn painting of the flerken with the over-large eyes twice before they came to a familiar hallway. Then, finally, the lab.

The bot entered through a separate panel at floor level.

Hordak entered the passcode Entrapta gave him.

Thankfully, the door slid open without problem or incident.

Entrapta was already inside, reviewing the data from the exo-suit. Catching herself up on his condition and prosthetics.

“Oh. You made it.” She looked up at him with a smile. Happy to see him.

She crossed the room, propelling herself on her hair. Arms spread wide. But she stopped short of hugging him. They did not touch. She was mindful of his condition which often gave him muscular pain, and he was unused to initiating physical contact –it was not a thing clones did. So they never touched each other directly. Only through Entrapta’s hair.

Entrapta placed a lock of hair on his shoulder, giving the exo-suit an affectionate pat. “I missed you!”

Her smile was genuine, and infectious, and Hordak could not help but smile back. He missed her too.

He just lacked the words to tell her. They stuck in his throat. Admitting that he missed her when she went to Brightmoon for a couple of months also meant admitting that he would miss her indefinitely when he returned to Prime’s side and she remained in Dryl.

Instead he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Your clone preformed adequately in your absence. However, it is a relief having you returned.”

He placed his hand over the hair on his shoulder, intertwining his fingers between the strands. Hordak wasn’t used to physical contact, physical contact of affection least of all. He hoped he was doing it right. Entrapta did not pull her hair away immediately, and he decided to take that as a sign that he wasn’t doing it wrong.

“Dak did great!” Entrapta beamed. Wrapping her hair around his whole body, she carried Hordak over to the main monitor. “I’ve been reviewing the data from your tune-ups and it looks like your exo-suit is performing at peak efficiency. We can now start physical training.”

To get him back to a level of warrior proficiency comparable to what he was before being stranded on Etheria. Hordak would never be able to be active without his armor again. Just performing daily tasks like basic hygiene was difficult without it as a mobility aid. His muscles would ache and he would get fatigued easily. With the armor, he could function as any normal person did, but to return to Horde Prime Hordak needed to function better than a normal person. He needed to function like a warrior-trained clone of the Emperor of the Known Universe. Bred from perfection to be a living weapon and extension of his will. For that –even with the armor- Hordak needed training.

Hordak glanced around the lab.

It was tight. An enclosed space. And full of sensitive equipment neither of them wanted to get damaged, chief among them, the First Ones medical array Entrapta took from the ship in the Crimson Waste. They could not perform any kind of physical conditioning or combat drilling in the lab. Did the Crypto Castle have a gymnasium of sorts? Some place he could train. Another place to get lost trying to find.

Already holding him with her hair, Entrapta carried Hordak to the door of her lab. “Scorpia and Dak are already waiting for us in the courtyard.”

The door slid open and Hordak struggled to disentangle himself from her hair. By the Host, he was not about to allow her to carry him out into the courtyard where the remaining Horde that occupied Dryl could see him. The soldiers deployed in Dryl at the time of the portal’s opening were the only faction of the Horde here on Etheria that remained loyal to him. He was not about to shake that loyalty by appearing weak in front of them. And being carried in this tiny Princess’ magical hair definitely made him look weak.

“I am able to walk under my own power.” He assured her.

“Oh. Okay.” Entrapta let him down, feeling oddly rejected somehow.

It wasn’t like she was trying to initiate any kind of intimacy at that moment. He was just already in her hair and they had to go to the same place. It didn’t occur to her that he might feel more comfortable moving himself rather than letter her carry him. Hordak was Entrapta’s very Special Friend, not her Best Friend, that was Scorpia. But her Special Friend. She felt as strongly for him as she did for Scorpia, but… in a different way. And she wanted to hold him.

Not just with her hair –although, that was what was usually most comfortable for her- but with her arms too. The same way Scorpia hugged her when she came to rescue her from Beast Island. Both arms wrapped around, squeezing tightly, even… even bodies pressed together if that didn’t make him too uncomfortable.

But, Entrapta was also mindful of his condition. The exo-suit she made for him allowed Hordak to function the same as any average person. But underneath that armor, he was not an average person. He was frail and delicate. His skin sensitive. Not in the same ‘tactile sensitivity and overstimulation’ sort of way she was sensitive, but in the ‘a carless tap on the shoulder could cause debilitating pain’ kind of sensitive. Not counting Hordak himself, no one was more keenly aware of that than Entrapta. She knew what it was like to be sensitive and did not want to stress his boundaries.

So, why did Hordak wanting to walk on his own make her feel like he was walking away from her?

Because he still intended to go back to Horde Prime? To leave Dryl and leave her.

But that was always Hordak’s plan. Even before he started living in her Queendom. Back when they were in the Fright Zone building the portal in the first place. Nothing had changed.

So, why did she feel like everything had changed?

“It’s this way.” Entrapta pointed with her hair when she noticed Hordak was walking the wrong way to the courtyard.

Hordak suppressed a growl, letting out a hmph instead. “Nothing makes sense in this blasted place.”

Entrapta decided to let that comment go. It was her predecessor who designed the Crypto Castle, and Ensnarea made it intentionally difficult to navigate. Entrapta grew up here, she was well into her adulthood now, almost thirty, and she still sometimes needed the tracker app on her datapad to navigate her way around.

Outside the sky was gray and overcast. Dryl was prone to poor weather. Storms and lightning. An overcast day with heavy but calm cloud cover was actually a ‘nice day’ by Dryllish standards.

It took Hordak a few moments to get used to the natural light, after being in nothing but the dimness of the Crypto Castle for months. Blinking his nictitating membranes, squinting the second set of eyelids until his eyes adjusted.

The center of the courtyard was taken up by a unit of Horde soldier, being put through their drills by the Territory Captain. It had been months since She-Ra and her rebel companion kidnapped Dak –whom for all they knew at the time was Lord Hordak’s heir- and the Captain was not going to soon forget. She was determined that her forces would never allow a repeat of the occurrence. They were soldiers of the Horde, loyal to Lord Hordak, living in the territory of Lord Hordak’s chosen consort, the Princess Entrapta. They would not allow Hordak and Entrapta’s heir to be taken a second time. The Captain was almost fanatical in her training of those that were under her command.

Seeing Lord Hordak walking with his Princess, the Captain snapped to attention and offered a respectful bow. “My Lord, my Princess.” Then, snapped at her soldiers. “Attention! Salute your Lord!”

The company she was drilling performed similar motions. Snapping to attention, backs straight, shoulders tight, tails –of they had them- peaked. Then they bowed, humbling themselves for their Lord and his consort.

Hordak gave a hmph of satisfaction.

“Wow, you guys are so in sync!” Entrapta beamed at the company.

“Thank you, Princess.” Nodded the Captain. “I have been working hard with them. Rest assured that no harm will ever come to you or your… or the younger Lord Hordak again.”

“That’s great!” Entrapta smiled at the other woman. “And I’ll be upgrading your weapons before I leave for Salineas.”

Startled, Hordak glanced at her. She would be leaving again? To build more weapons for his enemies. In Salineas this time. But he thought the deal was only for Brightmoon. She was done in Brightmoon. Why was she going to another Princess’ territory so soon after she just got back? Hordak didn’t want her to go.

But in front of one of their subordinates was not the time or place to confront her about it. As sovereign Princess of Dryl and Lord of the Horde, they had to appear unified and of one mind in front of their subordinates.

Instead of asking Entrapta about it, he chose to remind her why they came out here in the first place. “Princess, you did mention that Force Captain Scorpia was awaiting us.”

“Huh? Oh! Right!” She offered a wave to the Territory Captain. “It was good seeing you Batting. I’ll get around to your equipment once I’m done with this grumpy-gus.” She pointed to Hordak with a tendril of hair.

The Territory Captain, Batting, didn’t know what to say to that, so she only saluted again. Only Lord Hordak’s lover could get away with calling his a ‘grumpy-gus’ practically to his face. Batting tried her best not to react. She tried really, really hard.

As Entrapta said, Dak was with Scropia.

They were off to the side, in a corner of the courtyard that was shadowed by the side of the mountain.

Scorpia had a bucket of what looked like many different colored calks next to her, and was handing them to Dak, whom was using them to draw on the ground.

“That looks great, Dak!” Scorpia was saying. “But, uh, what is it?”

As they drew closer, Hordak was able to peer over the backs of the crouched pair and see that the mongrel had drawn a hexagon and a pentagon with a shared side. A single line was protruding out from the hexagon, and another line that was bent in two places extended from the pentagon. Clearly, the hybrid was drawing some kind of chemical chain.

“You said I should draw something that makes me happy.” The mongrel reminded Scorpia. They labeled the line protruding from the hexagon HO, and the bent line extending from the pentagon NH2. “So, I drew serotonin.”

Hordak could not help the snort that escaped him. A very nasal, very wet sounding snort. Prime would have been mortified. But Prime wasn’t here. Scorpia instructed the creature to draw something that made them happy and they drew the chemical that –literally- caused beings to experience happiness. Hordak still did not like the mongrel, but they did like the creature’s sense of humor when it was not at his own expense.

Scorpia sucked in a breath between her teeth. “Well… I mean… that’s not wrong…” She seemed to be having trouble finding the word to explain to this child what she had meant. “Look what I drew.” She pointed to an entirely different chalk drawing. Sloppy, and childish. But still just recognizable as two figures. One rendered in red chalk with a scorpion tail, the other outlines in purple with many pink tentacles like snakes coming out of the head. The chalk figures appeared to be holding hands, and the words ‘Super Pal Duo’ was written over them in an arch. “This is the time I rescued your mom from Beast Island and she called me her Best Friend.”

Unconsciously, Hordak reached a hand out to run his fingers through Entrapta’s hair. He should have been the one to rescue her. At least, he felt he should. But Hordak did not learn that she had been sent to Beast Island until she was already rescued.

In response to his touch, strands of hair intertwined themselves with his fingers. Gently stroking and reassuring. He might feel like he had failed her somehow, but Entrapta harbored no such feelings. She was just happy he was with her.

It gave him a pang of an entirely different, but even more uncomfortable feeling when he remembered that he would be leaving her as soon as Horde Prime arrived. Leaver her, and not coming back.

But at least Entrapta would still have Scorpia as a companion. Her ‘Super Pal’ and Best Friend. Scorpia would take care of her. Besides, the mongrel would stay here too. Hordak would not take that hybrid thing back to the Velvet Glove and present it to Prime as a brother. Dak, or Hordak Second of the Name, was not a brother. He didn’t know what the creature was, really. But it was not his brother.

“That is exactly what a chain of serotonin looks like!” Entrapta nodded at the hybrid’s drawing. Satisfied with her clone’s work.

Dak offered their mother a hesitant smile. Entrapta’s approval and validation was what they craved most in this world.

“I hope you’re not too tired for our next experiment.” Entrapta continued.

Dak practically catapulted to their feet. “No. I’m ready.”

Hordak looked between the two of them, momentarily confused. “Now that you are returned, there is no need for the clone’s continued involvement.”

Except maybe for consistency of care, so that the mongrel could remain up-to-date and aware of his condition and progression. But Hordak was not about to admit that out loud. The hybrid made him uncomfortable and he did not want to admit that there might be a practical reason for continuing to allow the hybrid to be… on his maintenance team.

“Oh, Dak’s gonna be my Control for your vitals.” Entrapta explained, bouncing excitedly on her hair. “They’re not the same physical age as you, and they’re a hybrid with my own DNA, so they’re not perfectly analogous to you, but they’re the best thing I have to compare you to in terms of physiology. Dak is the closest approximation of a ‘healthy Prime clone’. So, Dak is gonna be doing exercises along side you.”

Hordak’s lips curled in a sneer of displeasure.

But he could not argue with her logic. When Entrapta first designed the clone, and yes, ‘designed’ was accurate. She went into his DNA and took out all the corrupted segments of code, filling in the gaps with her own healthy Etherian DNA. Dak was carefully crafted to be healthy. Not a perfect clone. But a perfectly healthy organism.

From her hair, Entrapta produced sterile gel, suction cups, and sensor nodes.

Using the sterile gel and suction cups, Entrapta fitted two of the sensor nodes to the sides of Hordak’s head, lifting herself up on her hair to compensate for their dramatic difference in height. She was mindful of his scar tissue which made the skin uneven. They looked worse than they were, the synthetic skin the First Ones medical tech knitted into Hordak’s real skin to close the wounds was the wrong color and stood out, a bold violet against the white of his face and the dark blue-gray of his neck. But the scratched Catra dealt him in that fight –even miraculously healed using seemingly magically advanced tech- still left the skin uneven and Entrapta had to work around them to get the suction cups to stick.

For his neck, she plugged the sensory nodes directly into the ports there. Same with the ports on his sides, she plugged the sensors directly into those too.

Dak applied their own sensors. Sticking them to the temples of their head, their neck, and their sides. Using their hair instead of their hands –which were covered in chalk and not sterile- the cobalt blue tendrils making sure they were even and secure.

With a bit of a sigh, Scorpia began packing up the colored chalks. At least she got Dak to play a little bit.

Entrapta ushered the clones back into the center of the courtyard.

The soldiers weren’t quite finished with their drills yet, but Captain Batting quickly made them clear the field. Whatever project their Lord and his consort were working on was obviously more important than making sure the garrison kept up their discipline as a single military unit. (Besides, Batting wanted to watch whatever was about to happen. She saw so little of the sovereign family interacting together. She would be lying if she didn’t admit she was curios.)

Hordak was uneasy about preforming in front of his only remaining soldiers. He was keenly aware of his physical limitations and of the fact that he was nowhere near as capable and strong a warrior as he used to be. He did not want to appear weak in front of his subordinates. Fear of betrayal and usurption aside, they were the only followers he had left. He did not want to lose the last and only Horde garrison he commanded because he so weak, even when compared to a literal child.

“We’re just gonna start with a few warm-ups to get your bodies read and establish a baseline.” Entrapta explained. “Just some simple stretches and light activity to loosen-up your muscles and get your blood flowing.”

Standing side-by-side with the mongrel, a double arms’ length apart, Hordak allowed Entrapta to guide him and the hybrid through lunges, tow-touches, jumping-jacks, and a little light running place.

Soldiers snickers behind the face shield of their helmets, or –if their heads were uncovered- hid smiles behind their hands. None of them had ever seen Lord Hordak appear so… normal before. Warming up for a drill. Like he was one of them. A soldier just like any other. And he was training with his heir. Just like a real dad (not that any of them really knew what a ‘real dad’ was supposed to be like). But it was still so cute!

All the while, Entrapta was studying their stats on her datapad, the screen split in half, one side displaying Hordak’s vitals, the other Dak’s.

She had them break for water before diving into the combat drills.

It was not all that different from the drills the garrison had just been practicing. Beginning with basic hand-to-hand kata, first going through the motions on their own, the two clones performing identical actions side-by-side. Then, after several sets, facing off and putting the combat motions into action in a mock battle against each other.

Dak was younger than Hordak. Lighter and faster on their feet. With healthy muscle tissues giving more strength to their limbs. However, Dak had barely been in one fight before, and didn’t actually know what they were doing. Hordak was older and more experienced. He had faced quick and spry opponents before and survived to learn from the experience. He was a seasoned warrior and knew how to handle himself –limitations and all- in a fight.

For the most part they were evenly matched.

Until Hordak over-extended himself. Dak did a backflip –on their hair- to evade the attack. And Hordak fell flat on his face.

The watching soldiers could not hide their amusement this time. Nothing was funnier than watching the terrifying and imposing Lord of the Horde do a face plant while trying to train his child.

Enraged, Hordak threw all manners of a polite spar aside and snarled at the mongrel. How dare they humiliate him like that!

Dak only grinned back. Flashing those razor sharp but pearly white teeth, as if goading the older clone. “Sorry,” they said, not sounding apologetic at all, “Old Man.”

There was a chorus of ‘Oo~oh’s from the spectators.

“Brat!” He growled back. In the peak of his health, Hordak could jump from a moving drop-ship, take out a small contingent of enemies, vault off a building roof, break through windows, and maneuver is close quarters combat. He was not going to allow this composite creature that hadn’t even been alive a year yet to humiliate him in a public forum!

Recollecting himself, adjusting his stance, Hordak assumed the defensive, waiting for the younger and quicker clone to come to him. Hordak didn’t have to beat the mongrel outright. He just had to let the dumb child tire themself out in order to win.

And ‘dumb child’ was right. Dak didn’t even hesitate to take the bait. Bouncing on their prehensile hair, the hybrid leapt into the air, coming down from above Hordak, hands with talons outstretched.

Hordak casually, almost lazily side stepped the clumsy and overly-showy attack. Dak would have smashed skull-first into the hard stones of the courtyard were it not for the quick reflexes of youth. They swung their hair around in front of their face, coiling it like a living blue cushion to pad their fall. Then transitioned into a sort of summersault to land on their feet.

Lowering his defensive stance, Hordak melted into a dignified parade rest. Turing one half-quarter to the side, he smirked sideways at the mongrel. Just to make sure the creature understood how insignificant it truly was to him.

The hybrid took the action as the taunt it was meant to be. Teeth bared in a growl of frustration, hair frizzing out like Entrapta’s often did when she over-excited. They ran at Hordak, attempting to slash at the older clone with their talons.

After facing off against a skilled and season opponent like Catra, young and naïve little Dak was nothing. Hordak barely had to break his rest to dodge. Only moving his feet. Arms still folded behind his back. Expression military neutral. It only took a few passes for the mongrel’s frustration to transform into outright anger.

“This is supposed to be a fight, Old Man!” They shouted.

Hordak smirked at them. “I am waiting for you to begin.”

That was the last straw that broke the back of the mongrel’s control. They did not quite have Hordak’s temper. They were not quick to anger. They could put up with Hordak’s quiet scorn and not-so-subtle distain. When it was just the two of them it was easy to stay calm. When it was just the two of them it didn’t matter. But when Mother was home… When Mother was watching them… When Hordak was making them look back in front of Mother… That was what set Dak off. Dak wanted nothing more than for Mother to love them.

Hair still frizzy, the tendrils and strands fanned outwards, haloing the mongrel in a semi-circle of cobalt-blue tentacles. Hordak would be lying if he didn’t admit it was a little intimidating.

He didn’t let any of it show on his face, however. Hordak, Lord of the Third Division, General on Horde Prime’s ruling cabinet, did not get intimidated by mongrel children.

Dak rushed him, running forward with the same speed as before. Hordak side-stepped them easily. But then the hybrid crouched down and lashed out with their hair, coiling two tentacles around one of the older clone’s ankles. It one solid jerk of the prehensile hair, Dak pulled Hordak off his feed, dropping him flat on his backside.

There was another exclamation of ‘Oo~oh!’ from the watching soldiers.

“That’s enough.” Entrapta called.

From his position on the ground, Hordak kicked up, just barely missing the mongrel’s face. If the move had connected, the metal toe-plate of his boot would have smashed into Dak’s chin.

Jumping back, the hybrid just barely managed to dodge the blow.

Hordak too the opportunity to leap back to his feet.

Dak lashed at him with their hair again. This time going high. For the face.

Raising an armored arm to block the blow, Hordak allowed the plating of his exo-suit to absorb the force of the hit, then grabbed the tendril of hair and yanked. Hard. Pulling the hybrid off balance, causing the mongrel to stumble as they winced in pain at having their hair pulled.

“Ow! Ow, ow, ow!” Dak exclaimed.

“I said that’s enough.” Entrapta repeated.

“A real opponent will do much worse than this.” Hordak informed them. How could the natives of this planet honestly believe that this soft, under-developed child-creature was his ‘heir’? They were no soldier. They weren’t even the kind of sparkling and gentle looking but surprisingly formidable kind of clumsy-fighter the Princesses of the Alliance was. The mongrel was… more like a Horde cadet. A child the Etherian Horde took in and trained. Young and stupid. But full of potential.

The mongrel only growled at him. They pulled the strand of hair, but Hordak did not let go of his hold.

“He’s right, ya know!” Someone called from the soldiers that gathered as spectators.

“Listen to your father.” Shouted another. “He knows what he’s talking about!”

Hordak bristled, uncomfortable at being called the mongrel’s ‘father’. The clones of Horde Prime had no fathers. The clones of Horde Prime had no children. The clones of Horde Prime were all brothers.

“Hey, if your hair is cut, it is like losing an arm?” Asked another. This question went unanswered.

Dak yanked their hair again, pulling harder this time. Pulling hard enough to make the taller and top heavier clone to stumble off balance. Mid-trip, another tentacle of hair lunged out. This this time. With more force. It struck Hordak in the stomach.

Hordak let go of the hair he was holding. Spitting and gasping.

“Stop!” Entrapta appeared between them. Wrapping both in her own hair, she forced the two clones apart. “As big as your ears are, you should be better at listening. Both of you.”

The watching soldiers heaved identical groans of disappointment. They were enjoying the show.

Placing herself between Dak and Hordak, she turned to the latter and held up her datapad. “Look at your blood pressure! The suit is not regulating it the way it should. And that gut-punch just now didn’t do you any favors either.” She turned the datapad back to herself and began scrolling through all the information the device was telling her. Muttering about adjustments and upgrades. About extending the exoskeleton to cover his chest and middle-mass.

As she spoke, Hordak took a breath, forcing himself to calm down. He had not risen to the killing edge. The mongrel was not a big enough threat for that. Not had they made him mad enough to push him to that edge. But Hordak was not as young as he used to be and active combat was not as easy as it once was. Now that he was no longer moving and adrenaline was no longer pumping through his veins, Hordak realized that he was… tired. His muscles under his exo-suit were already sore. His middle-mass most of all. The mongrel’s hair was very strong.

But he could not afford to appear weak in front of his soldiers.

Hordak melted his stance back into a rest. “I shall respect your concerns and end combat training for the day, Princess.”

There was a soft chorus of ‘Aww’ from the soldiers around them. One soldier wrapped her arm around another, the two women cuddling closer. Hordak might be a looming, formidable, terrifying military Lord, but he loved his consort. It was so sweet!

Their doe-eyed, adoring faces, and soft smiles made him uncomfortable. Hordak turned and walked back to the double doors of the main entrance into the Crypto Castle. Quickly realized that he would be lost the moment he got inside, and paused. Turning to look back at where Entrapta was still standing with the mongrel, he held out his arm. A gesture he understood meant he was offering to escort her inside. He hoped it did not make him seem vulnerable and afraid of going back into the castle alone –which he was.

“You can play outside some more if you want.” Entrapta informed the hybrid. “Scorpia tells me children should play. Come back to the Lab when you’re ready and we can go over your data together.”

“Yes, Mother.” Dak demurred.

She crossed the courtyard, moving on her hair, and took Hordak’s offered arm.

The crowd gave a second ‘Aww’ as the couple went inside together.

Entrapta waited until the double doors were shut behind them before remarking, “I think I’ll also add a navigation feature to the exo-suit. So you won’t get lost inside the castle. Not that I mind escorting your around. But I know you like… to go your own way...”

Hordak’s lip curled, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable. It felt almost like she wasn’t talking about his wanting independence while living in the nightmare labyrinth she called a ‘castle’ and more about… his impending departure when Prime finally came to collect him.

“I will always appreciate the things you do for me.” He informed her. Not knowing what he needed to say.

“Thanks.” Entrapta replied. “I will always appreciate you- -your friendship.” She twiddled her hair, looking off to the side to avoid eye-contact, cheeks a slightly pinker shade than was normal. “Out of everyone I’ve met on Etheria –Scorpia included- you are the one I- …work best with.”

A lump formed in Hordak’s throat and he found himself having to swallow a feeling he was unfamiliar with. “Your work is without equal.”

If he thought –even for just a moment- that Horde Prime would welcome Entrapta, Hordak would take her with him. In a heartbeat.

“Thanks.”

Entrapta looked uneasy for a moment, as if question a decision she was about to make. She raised herself up on her hair, so that their faces were on an equal level. Leaning forward slightly to close the distance between them. Her mouth parted slightly.

Hordak had no idea what her intensions were. He had never seen Entrapta behave this way before.

But whatever she was about to do, they were both distracted by shouting outside.

They both turned.

Hordak pushed the double doors open.

At first, they were both confused. Nothing seemed out of place in the courtyard. Everyone was still standing exactly where they were a minute ago when they left. Except now everyone was all tuned, staring in the same direction. Faces tilting up. Staring gape-mouthed, horror struck, and confused at the sky.

Following their gaze, Entrapta and Hordak looked up.

A strange light cut across the sky, shining brighter than the moons. A diagonal slash. The edges of which seemed to fray and peel back, like fabric torn and tattered. As if the very air itself was physically cut with a blade. A blade of light rather than steel. A rift opening.

The gaping Etherians were right to be afraid. They didn’t know what this was. They had never seen anything like it before.

Admittedly, Hordak had never seen it before either. But he knew what it was. He was expecting this.

Horde Prime got his message.

Horde Prime was coming.

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2019 Round-Up

So, I got tagged by quite a decent-sized group so thank you to @brvceselina, @gothamstreetcat, and @stevesharington for being wonderful people and tagging me. Without further ado, please enjoy these top five lists that are in no particular order other than the order they came to mind.

Top Five Films Watched in 2019

1. Endgame: My ship is endgame and I die at the portals scene every time

2. Rise of Skywalker: Both this and Endgame were opening nights with some of my favorite people and I didn’t even care how the movies were at that point.

3. The Terminator: I had never seen it and we watched it on new year’s eve so it counts

4. Aladdin (2019): I wanted it to be good so much that I honestly think I made it way better than it may actually have been

5. Glass: Apparently that came out in 2019 and I honestly can’t quite believe that because I swear I watched it sometime in November of 2018 but okay...

Top Five TV Shows Watched in 2019

1. The Resident: Seriously, I just love it.

2. Prodigal Son: A very, very solid profiling show that does not make me want to scream

3. The Clone Wars: I thank Disney+ for letting me stream my comfort show again

4. Parks and Recreation: I’m not done but I enjoyed it

5. Speechless or Single Parents: Both just nice, calm, warm, and fuzzy shows

Top Five Songs of 2019

1. I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift: I love the whole album but this one just makes me so happy

2. The Black Parade album by My Chemical Romance: I missed the MRC craze when it was actually a thing but somehow ended up jamming out to this album the last quarter of the year

3. Homesick by Alice Merton: I cannot recommend her music enough

4. Kintsugi by Gabrielle Aplin: It’s fun and comforting and I have stuff about kintsugi all around my room so I love the song

5. Dear Jealousy by MIKA: Sharing this combination of music says a lot about me as a person...

(Honorable mention to Don’t Make Me by MALINDA and all of the Lover album.)

Top Five Books Read in 2019

I barely read at all this year so this includes some books I haven’t finished yet.

1. This Mortal Coil by Emily Suvada: It got me out of a reading slump and I love it with my whole heart and soul.

2. The Mara Dyer series by Michelle Hodkins: I’ve been following this series for a while and I love rereading it.

3. Queen’s Shadow by E. K. Johnston: Getting a Padmé book was basically my dream come true and I’m so excited to get another one this year!

4. We Hunt the Flame by Hafsah Faizal: This is such a solid debut and I love Hafsah Faizal’s Instagram.

5. An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir: I feel like I’m really late to this party but I’m hoping to finish this book on the plane home!

Top Five Positive Things that Happened in 2019

1. The Unofficial Batcat Fam and Friends + Finances are seriously the only reason I got through the last quarter of 2019. You all are so kind and love people and characters and me so, so freely and I always felt cared for and valued by you. Thank you so much for welcoming me into your lives!

2. I got to spend my birthday with my dad for the first time in four years because I'm always at college during my birthday. He came out to visit for a week and it was great to chill with him.

3. I got to reunite with a bunch of my college friends who’d been off doing service missions and I love them so much.

4. I really found my place within my college. I’m doing a job I love and that fulfills me, I have professors who can help mentor me, I am confident in what I want to pursue career-wise, and, if I may say so, my grades are impeccable. 

5. I learned more about how to handle my mental health and have made some moves to try and help me feel like life if more manageable this year.

I’m tagging the usual suspects so, @selinaakyle, @ironwingblog, @the-wingway, and everyone else I’m talking to if you’re feeling up to it, you have been tagged. Happy new year! May 2020 bring you joy, happiness, growth, and the return of flapper dresses!

[thehoneyxbadger]

the prodigal clone returns pt. 1

Who: Gabby Kinney/X23_GAB

Mentioned: @ladywolverines @jameslogans

When: Late March/ Early April 2020

Where: Alchemax Genetics CLASSIFIED

Notes: Gabby finds herself back in familiar clutches

Triggers: torture, experimentation, imprisonment

Word count: 1,318

When she woke the first time, Gabby was in a small cell, still dressed in prison uniform with the collar tight around her neck. Standing in the centre of the empty room, she could touch either side one way without stretching hard, and very nearly do so the other way too. Above her hung a dim, naked bulb, lighting the space. She’d never exactly been claustrophobic, but it was unnerving. Especially when she knew that the likelihood of anyone knowing where she was was slim at best. If they hadn’t been taking her under suspicious circumstances, why take her in the middle of the night with masked guards? Why drug her? They weren’t filling out the proper paperwork and notifying her attorney, Gabby was sure. She was naive at times, hopeful longer than most, but not stupid. 

This was bad.

The only question was, what was the particular type of bad she had gotten caught in.

And she had no way of finding out from inside this tiny concrete box. Close inspection of the door proved it to be heavy and unmoveable, with a deadbolt lock only accessible from the outside. There was a smaller locked portion of the door at the bottom, but Gabby had no idea what it could be for. It was certainly too small for even her to squeeze through--not to say she wouldn’t try if she could. It proved just as impossible to break anyway.

With worry creeping into her head, Gabby sat down against the wall furthest from the door. Time passed, but it was impossible to really say how much. With no clock, no windows, nothing to link her to the outside world, Gabby could only guess. And by the hunger pressing at her stomach, she’d guess she’d missed at least two meals since she’d been taken from the prison, if not an entire day. 

After what she guessed was a few hours since she woke, she found out what the smaller door was for. It unlocked for mere seconds, and a plate was pushed through, before the sliver of outside was blocked from view. “Hey!” Gabby shouted. “Hey!” But she might as well have simply been shouting at the wall for all the response she got. With a groan, she looked at the food. Simple and gross looking, cold to the careful prod of her fingers. Gabby had eaten worse. There was no denying she was hungry either. She ate the food down quickly, finding it lacking any kind of satisfaction. Nor did it fill her up. But it did stave off the hunger for now.

She sat back down again, trying to come up with some kind of plan, however difficult that was when she was so in the dark about her circumstances. What else could she do?

Time passed, still impossible to know how slowly. Gabby could only mark time by her meals, but she suspected that they were not regular, nor three a day. It was making her restless, being trapped in this tiny box. The cat enclosures at the animal shelter were bigger than this, and only one small animal lived in those. The animals got fed better than she was too.

Six meals later (three days? four?) things changed when the bigger lock turned and the full door swung open. Gabby scrambled to her feet, but she had been ambushed and outmatched. Rushed by guards, she managed to get a few hits in before she felt something against her neck and her world went dark again.

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Gabby woke with a gasp, as cold water was unceremoniously dumped over her head. She was strapped to a chair, unable to move anything other than her head, in another windowless room. Only she was no longer alone. The only positive change was the now lack of collar around her neck, although it was hard to be too thankful for that. Still, she spat the water from her mouth and glared at the people before her. “You don’t scare me,” she claimed. They couldn’t hurt her. One of them simply smiled--an unsettling smile--and nodded. A cloth was placed over Gabby’s face and more water was poured. This time in a steadier stream. It was an awful sensation, like her head was beind held beneath the water. She couldn’t breathe, but she had to try, only to feel like she was gasping in water. It stopped, and she was given just enough time to cough and catch her breath before it happened again. This time, afterwards the cloth was ripped off, leaving Gabby shaking. “What do you want from me?”

“For you to understand, X23_4GAB, the consequences of what you did.”

Gabby felt the blood drain from her face as it all suddenly clicked into place. No. She didn’t want to be back here. She opened her mouth to speak, only to have the cloth shoved back over her face, muffling any words she spat at them. She braced herself for more water, but instead felt a slight prick in her arm. Before she could think too much about that, the water resumed. That drowning sensation returned, but even when the water stopped, Gabby felt like she was suffocating somehow as she slipped out of consciousness

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She ebbed in and out of consciousness, never quite sure what was a dream and what was reality. Some things she was pretty sure were just memories--Zelda dying from gunshot wounds, the escape from Alchemax with three sisters, waking Laura--and others that she thought must be dreams--Logan’s claws cut through her flesh so easily as if he was trying to kill her--and some she thought might be real--strapped to a table, she can hear someone talking but the harsh lamp in her eyes kept them in silhouette--but in the state she was in it was impossible to know for sure. And flashes of a bare room, one that was hauntingly familiar.

When her eyes finally opened, and Gabby was sure she was awake this time--at least for now, the world still felt unsteady--it was in that room that she awoke. Her jaw clenched as she realised why it was so familiar. This was her old room. Where she and her sisters were kept. Gabby felt tears prick at her eyes, and hot anger building in her. She would not stay here again. She couldn’t. Not aga--

The door opened, forcing Gabby to the present and her feet. As she does, she stumbled, unsteady and off balance. An unsual feeling for her. She swallowed hard, shaking it off as much as she could--while trying not to tremble--and giving a glare that her sisters could be proud of. “If you think you’re going to keep me here again, you’ve got another thing comin’!”

“Again?” The man, middle aged and with the air of someone used to being listened to, stepped into the room. “What do you mean again?”

“I--” Gabby’s glare faltered with confusion for just a moment. Flashes of memories--of she and her sisters being caught in their attempt to escape, of the punishment that followed--paralysed her. No, that’s not right... We got out. I found Laura. We... But she wasn’t sure. She couldn’t be sure. The man gave her what she supposed was his version of a kind smile. Or it would’ve been kind if it didn’t look like a predator cornering prey. “No!” she snapped. “That’s not--”

“I think you might’ve been injured a bit more than we realised in that last mission,” the man mused, interrupting her like she never spoke. “That knock to the head was pretty nasty. Even for you.” Gabby stepped back into a defensive position, claws out, as the man stepped closer. He stopped with a sigh. “I guess you need more time to recover.” He left the room, and a small hiss was emitted from the walls. Gabby could smell something for a moment before the world went black.

[giallos]

I got tagged by @lemahieus!

Quarantine Q & A

Are you staying home from work/school?

Yeah. though i technically worked from home before covid.  

If you’re staying home, who’s there with you?

My parents, the cat, and dog.

Are you a homebody?

Yeah, pretty much!

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

Ready or Not

Rosemary’s Baby

In Fabric

The Beyond

Bicentennial Man

Air Bud: Seventh Inning Fetch

Mr. 3000

Coffee & Kareem

Jumanji: The Next Level

As for TV shows, I’ve been watching a lot of:

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Supernatural

Prodigal Son

9-1-1

9-1-1: Lone Star

The Masked Singer

An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled?

Baseball. I was going to go to a spring training game with my uncle that got cancelled. 

What music are you listening to?

The usual. As well as my regular rotation of writing playlists.

What are you reading?

Mostly horror and mystery. Right now, I’m reading The Last Time I Lied by Riley Sager and The Return by Rachel Harrison.

What are you doing for self-care?

Um. Sleeping and reading and...showering regularly? lmao.

[forlornmelody]

Double the Trouble Chapter 13 – Mirrors

Rating: Explicit (lots of smut. so much smut)

Ship: FemShep x Femshep Clone, Femshep x Kaidan, Femshep x Femshep Clone x Kaidan, OT3

AO3 Link: Here

Summary:  Jane faces old demons, and dares to explore new love.

Note: Whoop. This update is months late. Guess I got a little behind. Good news is that the epilogue is nearly finished, and likely on schedule.

The Alliance detention center lies outside of town, in the mountains, untouched by the Reaper’s destruction. Instead of taking a skycar, Kaidan has Jane and Shepard escorted by shuttle. While they murmur in the corner, Jane stares at the floor, trying to parse out what she’ll say to the woman who brought her to life--what she’ll say to the woman who left her to die.

Alliance soldiers salute them when they land, and Shepard returns their salutes, despite not wearing her uniform.

“At ease,” Kaidan says, though the guards are too busy staring at Shepard to notice. Jane’s okay with it--she doesn’t want to be noticed right now.

The guards lead them inside and start to scan them before Kaidan stops them. “Spectre business.”

When the guards look at each other, Shepard snorts. “Really? Do I need to show you my burnt left side to prove it to you?”

The guard on her left blanches. “That won’t be necessary, Commander.” He waves all three of them through. Another guard leads them to an interrogation chamber, and Kaidan opens the door to the viewing room.

Shepard glances back at Jane. “You sure about this?”

Jane pushes grabs the handle of the interrogation room, pushing it open.

The door clicks shut behind her, and it locks. Rasa looks up at the Clone finally, and she smirks. Something sharp and cold settles in the Clone’s stomach and her skin bristles. She wants to shake it off, but she can’t. She can’t give Rasa that satisfaction either, so she balls her fists behind her back.

“The prodigal returns.” Rasa’s eyes glimmer under the harsh light.

“I didn’t leave. You did. Why?”

Rasa rolls her eyes. “Because you failed. You were a mistake.”

The Clone breathes in sharply, trying to still her shaking. “You made a mistake. I’m not the mistake.”

Leaning forward, Rasa clicks her tongue before she whispers, “she’s standing right behind that two-way mirror, isn’t she? The real Shepard?”

“Does it matter?”

“Don’t tell me you’re content as Shepard’s pet.” Before Jane can protest, Rasa continues. “Don’t bother lying. I have ears everywhere.”

Jane Doe sits back as she realizes it. Honestly, she’s surprised it never occurred to her before. “There’s no substance to you, is there? Just smoke and mirrors.”

“You’re nothing but organic tissue.” Rasa frowns, and so Jane Doe pushes forward.

“You couldn’t feel real emotion even if you wanted. And you have been trying to feel something, anything, haven’t you.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re the fake. I’m the one who’s real. Have fun spending the rest of your life alone, in a cell.” Jane Doe pushes her chair back and stands up, ignoring Rasa’s protests as they increase in volume. They soften as the door shuts behind her.

Kaidan and Jane step out of the control room, concern written all over their faces. Shepard rushes forward, pulling her into a hug. “You okay?”

Jane hugs back woodenly. “Yeah, why?” She asks quietly.

Kaidan pats her shoulder gently, at arm's length. “You’re crying.”

Why is she crying? Rasa is a monster. And she’ll be better off without her. Then why does she feel like part of her just died? Jane pulls Shepard closer, breathing in her scent. She always smelled different--not better or worse, just different.

“She’s awful, isn’t she?”

Jane nods, hiding her tears in Shepard’s hoodie. Kaidan finally removes his hand, only to hug her from behind. “Okay?” She nods again, basking and drowning in them at the same time.

Time slips away as they shuttle back to Kaidan’s apartment. Jane stares at the wall of the shuttle in front of her, exhausted and numb. So many times, she imagined and rehearsed that conversation with Maya, with every possible outcome she could think of. To have it in her past instead of looming in her future? It feels like a dream.

Jane follows Shepard and Kaidan inside their home, wondering if this is what Maya feels like all the time. Shouldn’t she feel happy to see the end of their relationship? She hates Maya more than anything. Maya is a monster. Maya used her. Maya accused Dreya of horrible things because she was a distraction. Yet Jane still feels like part of her has died.

“Hungry?” Kaidan pops open a couple of beers, passing them around. He hands her one, and Jane realizes it’s the same variety of stout she had the first time they--did it count as a threesome if Kaidan wasn’t--?

Oh.

It’s then Jane realizes she hasn’t hardly spoken a word to Kaidan all day. She hasn’t talked to him about the night she broke his heart.

“Jane?”

She blinks, meeting Kaidan’s expectant gaze. “Huh?”

“I’m thinking about cooking up some steak. Want some?”

“...Sure.” She isn’t really that hungry.

“He makes a mean steak,” Shepard drawls as she takes a pull of her beer, “when he doesn’t burn it.”

Kaidan shoots back. “I don’t remember you complaining about dessert.”

Shepard blushes. “Mm. Yeah. It was pretty good dessert.”

“On second thought. Never mind. I think I’m about to throw up.” All three of them laugh.

Clearing her throat, Shepard mutters something about needing a shower, and then Jane and Kaidan are alone. They watch each other from across the room, studying each other’s faces, searching for clues and signs. Instead they find mirrors of their own nervousness.

Jane approaches him like she’s walking into a minefield. Kaidan isn’t Rasa. She must remember that. But her own mind won’t believe her. Swallowing she leans against the counter next to him, Jane tries to think of a good way to apologize? Take back what she said? Swear her feelings have changed? Instead she says, “So how do you cook a steak, anyway?”

Kaidan eyes her up and down, squinting as if that’ll help him read her better. He offers her a hand. “I can show you, if you’d like.”

She allows herself a small smile. “Alright.” Jane takes his hand.

Spinning her around, Kaidan pins her front-first against the stove, so that the aroma of cooking beef fills her nostrils. Suddenly Jane’s starving. Maybe not for steak. Kaidan feels so warm against her back as he takes her hand again, reaching for some sage. “First step is to season the meat correctly,” he murmurs against her ear. His breath vibrates against her amp and she sucks in a breath. A sizzle pops in the air, and it could be the steak cooking...or it could be their biotics interacting.

“Mmhm,” Jane says, trying to pay attention to his cooking lesson, but the feel of his free hand on her hip has her heart racing.

“Don’t add too much at once.” He set the sage bottle down with her hand and picks up the salt and pepper adding them to the steak. “Don’t heat things up too quickly, unless you want to sear the meat.” His stubble scratches her ear. Kaidan clears his throat. “Now, Jane, how do you like your steak?”

A shiver goes down her back as Kaidan steps to her side. “Mm?”

Kaidan grins slowly, tracing her bottom lip with his fingertips. “Do you like it raw or well done?”

“Raw? Isn’t that a bad idea?”

“Uh…” Kaidan reddens like the meat cooking next to them. “Did I say raw? I meant rare.” He backs off slightly, fumbling for his composure. Admittedly, Kaidan’s rather cute when he’s flustered.

Jane seizes her chance, turning on her heel and closing the distance between them. She plays with the top button on his flannel shirt. Her noses brushes against his as she murmurs. “Were you talking about the steak or…?”

Kaidan’s lips crash into hers, tipping her back with the force of his kiss. Jane swears softly as she kisses back, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck and holding on. There’s so much of him to touch, to hold onto--she feels like a meteor caught in his orbit. His warmth, his gravity, pulls her faster and harder, and she breathes raggedly against Kaidan’s lips when he finally pulls away. “We…” Kaidan pants, “we should talk about this.”

Even though Jane knows what he means, she’d so much rather touch than talk. Human or not, describing her feelings feels like speaking in Thessian rather than English, and she’s going to describe meat when she really means to talk about her heart. “Pretty sure you already know about my kinks, Alenko.”

He smiles a little despite himself. “Yeah I do. But I don’t know much about you.” His hands keep wandering across her front, her back, her shoulders her hips, like he’s itching to take her clothes off. What’s keeping him? Kaidan’s cheeks flush, his breath comes out ragged. Why hesitate when he wants her?

“There’s not much to know, Kaidan.” She leans forward to capture his lips, and Kaidan pushes her back with a finger.

Biting his lips, he asks quietly, “Is this just about sex?”

“Does it have to be about anything else?” She leans against him, feeling him hard against her.

Kadain swallows a groan. “I can’t do this if...this is all there is.” His hand cradles her face, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to just fuck you, Jane. I want to make love to you.”

Why does he have to do that? “People I love either end up dead...or they leave me dead.” Did she ever love Rasa? Can someone who’s dead inside truly love another person?

“I’m not going to do that, Jane.” Kaidan swallows, searching her eyes desperately. She...she hasn’t been looked at like that since...God, and he’s not lying. Jane’s heard stories about what him and Shepard have been through.

Jane trembles with all the feelings she’s kept locked up tight. Maybe...just maybe that’s Rasa’s problem. Love, empathy...they leave one exposed, vulnerable. Rasa spent so long surviving she forgot how to do anything else. “I don’t deserve--”

“Love isn’t about what you deserve.” His thumb brushes her cheek gently, slowly, like an evening tide. “But I think you already know that.” He dares to smile a little, as if he already knows what she’s about to say.

“I already do...love you, Kaidan,” Jane manages to say. “If I’m even capable of such a thing.”

“You are capable of so much more than you think, Jane.” Kaidan kisses her again, pulling her into space with him, like they’re the center of the universe.

Jane holds onto him tightly, kissing back like he’s her only tether in zero gravity.

They break for air after what seems like forever and nothing at all. Kaidan laughs softly against her mouth. “And you probably already know, but I love y--”

The smoke alarm screeches as the steak fills the air with smoke.

“Oops.”

Kaidan swears, turning the stove off and setting it aside. “Pizza?” He says sheepishly.

“Mm... I was thinking teriyaki.” Jane keys in an order on her omnitool. “Done.”

“Mm,” Kaidan agrees. “That place serves everything a la carte. We better make some stir fry.”

“You gonna teach me? Or are you gonna set them on fire too?” Jane grins, drawing a finger down his chin.

“I can be very focused when I want to be.” Kaidan kisses down her neck as if to demonstrate his point.

Jane moans softly, winding her fingers into his curls. “What--what veggies are we stirring and frying?”

“Carrots.” Kaidan pushes a hand up her shirt. “Broccoli.” His tongue and his teeth run across her neck. “Snap peas.” He breathes against her ear, hot and heavy, “and onions” and his biotics stir her hair.

Putty in his arms, Jane manages to undo his shirt, pushing her hands inside to brush the rough knit of his tank top. “Sauce?” She breathes.

“Sesame, of course.” He bites her collar bone as if to illustrate his point. The sound of a cabinet slamming open buries her next moan. Kaidan pulls out a wok, dropping next to the burner.

The next few moments are less about learning how to cook, and more about Jane trying to distract him from cooking. “Do you like having your tits played with?” She says completely out of the blue, pushing his flannel off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.  

Blinking at her, Kaidan opens the fridge door, biting his lip when her hands sneak underneath his tank top. “Uh...yeah, I guess. Been a while since--”

He manages to get the stove turned back on before she latches on to his nipple. “Fuck.”

“Mm. Sensitive, are we?”

“Nng.” Kaidan wipes his forehead, reaching for the chopped veggies he has waiting in the fridge. “Fuck, Jane,” he swears as her teeth ever so slightly graze his skin.

Distantly, Jane hears a wet towel hitting the carpet. “Hot damn.”

The two of them turn to see Shepard standing stark naked in the living room, just outside the bathroom, with steam still rolling off her shoulders.

“...Oh. I uh, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can uh...go take another shower.” Shepard turns, muttering under her breath. “A cold one.”

Jane and Kaidan exchange a look. “Get your ass over here, Shepard,” Kaidan says gruffly, and his voice rumbles in his chest against Jane’s fingers.

Shepard saunters over, carrying her towel with her as Jane snickers. Instead of getting between them, she drapes the towel on an empty space on the kitchen island, plopping her bare skin on top of it. Her heels bounce against the cupboards as she munches on some thawing broccoli. “Well?” she says as they stare.

“Suit yourself.” Jane turns toward Kaidan again, finding his nipple still moist and erect from her attention earlier. His head falls back as she takes it in her mouth again. Shepard’s heel stills as her partner moans.

Kaidan pulls her head back up, kissing her ravenously. He leans heavily against the opposite counter, bringing her with him. His fingers slip up under the hem of her crop top, exploring her edges and curves. In turn she explores his mouth with her tongue, taking note of how tentative and cautious he is compared to Shepard. As Jane breaks for air, his thumbs brush the curves of her breasts, and he gazes at her with wonder. She should say something, anything, but her mouth feels so dry.

“It’s okay, Jane.” Shepard murmurs from behind her. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Fingering the edge of her top, Kaidan asks softly, “Okay?”

Part of her brain still doubts this is happening. Jane has dreamed of Kaidan taking her clothes off--more than once--but in real life? “Yeah,” she says thickly, pulling his tank top off so that they’ll be a matching pair.

Tracing the bare skin of his chest, Jane wonders if Kaidan waxes or shaves--if it’s his preference or Shepard’s. Sliding her fingers down the lines of his abdomen, she decides it must be his idea. Kaidan seems like the type to show off, but not in an obvious way. Jane shivers as he follows her lead, skimming the lines of her tattoos one by one, with his lips parted. The sight of those lips does something to her, and she leans in to kiss him again.

“You’re so beautiful, Jane,” Kaidan says softly against her lips. “Has anyone told you that?”

Shepard hums in agreement, and Jane blushes despite herself. They’re making her soft. Somehow, she doesn’t mind. “Quit buttering me up. I’m not on the menu.”

Kaidan laughs. “Is that so?” His knuckles bump the button on her jeans, and Jane sucks in a breath, leaning into his touch as she kisses down his neck. She bites his skin just enough to leave a mark and his fingers fumble as they pull her zipper down.

Jane’s about to reciprocate, but Kaidan starts kissing down her neck, then her collarbone and her chest. She wets her lips, glancing back at Shepard as she moans softly. Shepard herself grins, her hands clenching and unclenching as if she’s itching to touch them or herself. Her thighs rub together almost imperceptibly. Winking at her, Jane steps out of her jeans, shivering at the sight of Kaidan on his knees.

He caresses her thighs, and her ass through her underwear, smiling up at her. “I can’t wait to taste you,” he says softly. Shepard tosses him her box of dental dams, grinning widely.

“You sure I taste all that differ--” Her own words get caught in her moan as Kaidan licks her through the thin rubber. Kaidan takes his time, looking up at her frequently to gauge what works and what doesn’t. Jane’s grip starts to slip on the counter as her legs begin to shake. “Kaidan--”

“I got ya,” Instead of plopping down, Shepard crawls across the counter, her weak knee almost falling into the sink. She takes her towel with her, settling behind Jane’s shoulders, holding her steady with one hand. Her fingers scratch her scalp with the other.

Kaidan murmurs his thanks against her folds, holding up a hand for some gloves.

“Yeah yeah. Make the gimp do everything,” Shepard mutters playfully as she pulls the box toward them with her biotics.

Kaidan pulls away long enough to put his gloves on and shoot back, “Excuse me? Who’s the one cooking dinner?”

“Are you?” Jane glances over, turning the burner off.

“I’ll....warm up something in the microwave.” Shepard slides off the counter, fishing out a can of green beans from the pantry. Must be Kaidan’s doing--Shepard would eat out all the time if left to her own devices.

Jane pats Kaidan’s curls as he finishes snapping his gloves into place. She swallows as a wicked grin blooms across his cheeks. “How do you like to be touched, Jane?”

She quirks an eyebrow at him. “You’ve seen Shepard fuck me how many times?”

“I want to hear you say it.” He says gruffly as he runs his gloved hands up and down her thighs.

Her first instinct is to ask why he cares. Just let him love you, damnit. Shepard squeezes her shoulders soothingly. Jane knows what she likes...but saying it out loud? Goddess, she must be blushing as bright as her hair. “Can I show you?”

Kaidan kisses the back of her hand. “Of course.” His thumb brushes her knuckles.

Taking his hand, Jane guides his fingertips to her clit, circling the edges of her inner lips, shivering at how wet she is already. Together they circle her clit slowly, lightly until she starts to squirm. “Harder,” she croaks, letting go of his hand, so she can take two fingers from his free hand.

Shepards hands scratch behind her ears as Jane closes her eyes. She rocks into Kaidan’s fingers, letting one moan after another slip from her mouth. “You want to come yet?” He looks up at her thoughtfully.

“Y-yeah,” Jane stutters, feeling Shepard’s nails scratching down her skin. Then she feels Kaidan’s biotics stirring against her. Oh fuck, she wasn’t expecting that. Crying out, she swears in at least two languages as she loses herself in him, letting him work his fingers in and out until she’s too sensitive to touch. Grabbing his wrist, Jane croaks “Don’t let me have all the fun.”

Kaidan chuckles, pulling his fingers away, and Jane looks directly into his eyes as she reaches below his belt. “Mm. I know I’ve seen it before but feeling it up close is completely different.” His chuckle turns into a laugh, and then a groan as her touch grows firmer and faster.

“Jane,” he whispers, closing his eyes.

“You like the way that feels, Kaidan?” Jane asks, and Kaidan manages a strangled reply. She reaches over, deftly undoing his belt, button, and zipper, shoving his jeans down his hips. As she slides her hand into briefs, she hears the slick of Shepard’s fingers moving against her own cunt. Glancing over, she finds Shepard watching them both hungrily, drinking in the sight of them as she touches herself.

“If I’m bothering you, just say the word,” Shepard says hoarsely.

“I think Kaidan likes being watched.” She turns to watch Kaidan melt in her hand, “Don’t you?”

Kaidan groans, rocking into her hand a little as she slides it up and down. “Jane...I’m not--bed. Now.”

Jane leads the way to the bedroom, releasing him from her grip so she can take his hand instead. It’s strange--somehow the hand squeezing, and the hugs, even the kisses on the back of her hand--it stirs the heat inside her more than anything else. She sits on the bed, patting the space next to her until he crawls next to her. Shepard leans against the door, holding her arm. “You coming, or not?”

“Uh--”

“There’s plenty of room, Shepard.” Kaidan patted the space beside him.

“It’s a queen size, Kaidan.” Was Shepard...nervous? “It barely fits two people.”

Jane quirked her head. “You ate me out on your couch with Kaidan sitting on it. You didn’t complain, then.”

“That wasn’t our first time.” Ah, there’s that blush. Shepard’s confident--not much can make her do that, and it makes it all the sweeter for Jane. “I want this to be special.”

“It is special. Now c’mon.”

Shepard swallows, sitting on the edge. “If you’re sure.” She watches Jane push Kaidan onto his back, crawling over to straddle his hips.

Jane leans over him, running a hand down his chest, all the way to his navel, relishing in the way it shortens his breath. Her fingers linger at the top of his underwear, grinding up against his length. She closes her eyes, shivering at the way his hips arch to meet hers. “You ready for me, Kaidan?”

“Nng. Almost.” He reaches into the bedside drawer, pulling out a condom from Shepard’s sex toy collection.

“...You bought those recently.”

“Since when do you take inventory?”

“She does that every time she’s in here, Kaidan,” Shepard drawls.

Jane ignores them both, sliding Kaidan’s briefs off so she can slide the condom on, adding some lube just in case. This is it, she thinks to herself, chewing her lip as she looks down at Kaidan. He reaches up, caressing her cheek.

“Are you ready, Jane?”

She answers him with a heated kiss until he grips the sheets. Jane guides him inside her with her fingers, and they moan in unison. Kaidan watches her with half-lidded eyes as she rocks into him. Part of her can’t believe this is really happening. A year ago, the Clone would have laughed at the idea of fucking Shepard’s boyfriend, but her body can’t deny how nice he feels--so full and warm, and--

Kaidan pulls her face down so he can kiss her. They’re a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and with the way his fingers slide through her hair she knows it won’t look the same without a shower. She pulls his bottom lip between hers as she moves faster, and she breathes raggedly against his mouth, their breath intermingling in a way that makes her head spin. “Fuck, Kaidan. You feel so good.”

Shepard groans beside them, and Jane glances over, shivering at the way she eyes them with want. Soon. She tells herself. Kaidan takes in a sharp breath, drawing Jane’s attention back to him. His eyes pinch shut and Jane grins as she gets an idea.

“Getting close, Kaidan?” His strangled moan his only reply. She starts to pull off him, leaving just the tip inside.

“Nng.” Kaidan grasps her hips, trying to pull her back.

“Shepard,” Jane says, nodding at Kaidan’s hands.

“Mm. Need some help?” Shepard smirks, crawling over to the headboard, sitting on top of the pillows behind Kaidan’s head.

“Not...fair,” Kaidan manages to say as Shepard pulls his hands back and holds them down.

“Shh. You’ll love it.” Jane edges her way back onto him, bringing him to the brink before pulling completely out, over and over until he’s begging her to finish what they started.

“Jane, please. I--” His fingernails turn white as he squeezes against Shepard’s grip.

“I got you.” Jane kisses him soothingly, holding a thumbs up for Shepard to release him.

Kaidan flares so hard that all of Jane’s hair stands on end. He rolls them over, plunging in and out of her so hard his balls slap against her skin. Gripping her hips, he changes the angle so that he pushes deeper and deeper inside until they both cry out.

“Holy shit, Jane,” Kaidan gasps softly, pulling out of her and disposing of the used condom.

Jane sits up against the headboard, staring at the door across the room. Usually by this point she’s already reaching for her clothes...but with Kaidan and Shepard it feels different. “It wasn’t too much, was it? You said you liked being dominated somet--”

Kaidan presses a finger against her lips, bonelessly squeezing her hand. “You were amazing. You are amazing.”

Pillow talk feels so foreign to her, but she feels a little bit better. Jane’s ever so much aware of Kaidan’s nearness to her, and every fiber of her being itches to touch him again. Words escape her. She can’t go with snark, or it might come off the wrong way--Hey, you were a better lay than I thought. Or I see why Shepard likes you so much. Honestly, what does come to mind seems so simple and childish, but Jane can’t think of anything else, and she needs to say something. “I think I like being with you.” Her skin must be as red as her hair.

Kaidan’s lips taste like the cherry flavoring of their lube. “I like being with you, too.” He glances to the side. “Speaking of being with.”

Shepard pulls her fingers out sheepishly. “I...should go clean up before we do anything more.”

“We all should.” Kaidan sits up with a groan.

“Whatever you say, old man.” Jane rolls off the bed, following Shepard to the bathroom.

By the time they’re done washing and rinsing, Shepard’s stomach growls. “Shit.”

“Dinner.” Kaidan and Jane say together. The green beans and teriyaki (found out on their doorstep) don’t taste as nice as they would have had they been eaten fresh, but it fills them nonetheless.

Halfway through her next bite, Jane spots something across the apartment, sitting on a stand next to the front door. In retrospect, Jane realizes she never paid much attention to the living room as she came in. Usually her attention was focused entirely on making Shepard come undone. “Is that--?”

Shepard’s eyes narrow and her lips press together in a fine line. “The hamster you put in a dumpster? Yeah. His name is Jeff, by the way.”

Jane blinks, speaking quickly. “Maya wanted to space it with the rest of the stuff in your cabin.”

Kaidan quirks his head, taking her in. “You wanted to save him.”

Focusing her attention on her half-eaten dinner, Jane nods. “Maya would have never let me keep it.”

“Mm.” Shepard hums, probably chewing on an apology along with her food. Kaidan elbows her. “Fine. I’m glad you did the best you could.”

“Thanks.” Jane dares to glance up at her. “...I’m glad he’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The rest of dinner passes without fanfare, though Jane is painfully aware she hasn’t hardly touched Shepard all night. It’s when Shepard’s dish has finally dropped into the sink that Jane closes in. “Hi,” Shepard says with a smirk. “Looking for something?”

Jane runs her finger down Shepard’s cheek. “Someone, actually.” She eyes Kaidan. “Who wants to be in the middle?” Her heart races as she says it, and her mouth goes dry. Already she can imagine several possibilities and they send goosebumps down her spine.

“You thinking DP or--?”

“Mm... that or doubling down on Kaidan.” Jane licks her lips as Kaidan blushes.

“You down for that, Kaidan?”

“Yeah,” he says breathlessly, his eyes already a shade darker than they were a moment before.

Taking both their hands, Jane leads them back to the bedroom. Kaidan stretches out on the bed eyeing them with that shy smile. Jane and Shepard help each other out of their clothes, crawling towards Kaidan with their lips parted. Each steals a kiss from Kaidan, before descending on each other, kissing each other ravenously, and giving the man next to them a small taste of what’s to come. They work on his cock together, both Jane and Shepard pumping up and down his shaft with their right and left hands. Shepard whispers naughty things in his ear and Jane sinks her teeth into his neck--not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark.

“God, you two are--.” Kaidan groans, one hand on Shepard’s ass, the other on Jane’s back. His distracted fingers fail to find purchase when as they tag-team his body.

“You ready for us, Kaidan?” Shepard whispers into his ear, running her thumb across the tip of his length.

Jane knows she’s ready. Every fiber of her being aches to feel both of them. But in what way? She sucks in a breath when the idea comes to her. Shepard turns to her, grinning as her breaths turn up short. “You know…. I had a turn riding Kaidan. Shouldn’t you have one?”

Shepard licks her lips, unable to help making out with Jane a second time, kissing down her neck to her collarbone before looking at her (their?) boyfriend. “Kaidan?”

Kaidan chews his grin as he makes eye contact with Jane. “So, you’d be the one riding my face.”

“Mmhm.”

Leaning back, Kaidan takes Jane by the elbows. “C’mere.”

She leans over him, letting him taste Shepard on her lips, winding her fingers through his curls. She feels the snap of latex panties against her hips, and she grins as she licks Kaidan’s lips until his fists clench. Parting from his mouth is such sweet sorrow, as he trails his kisses down her neck, then her chest. Just as a moan escapes from her mouth, Kaidan and Shepard switch her around, so that Kaidan lips are on her spine, and Shepard’s are on her mouth.

“Nng. Fuck.” Jane gasps, kissing Shepard sloppily as she feels Kaidan's lips trail down one of her butt cheeks.

“Mm,” Shepard hums in agreement, pulling away for air. She guides Kaidan’s girth inside herself, and Jane sucks in a breath as she watches.

Reaching down, Jane stimulates Shepard’s clit, grinning as Shepard starts to ride Kaidan, losing her rhythm as Kaidan finds her cunt with his mouth. Shepard swallows her cries with her kisses, gripping her head with one hand, steadying herself with the other. At first it’s too much, and Jane is a quivering mess, but Kaidan’s hands guide her hips against his tongue.

And it is beautiful. She feels whole for the first time in her life. Jane is weightless, beyond the atmosphere or the confines of a life-supporting spaceship--but she knows she won’t drift away. Shepard and Kaidan anchor her to Earth, pull her in with their gravity as they writhe and twist in the bed sheets until they are pile of sweat-laden limbs gasping for air.

Later, Jane wakes in the middle of the night to find the First Human Spectres using her shoulders for pillows and smiles at the irony. Never would she have imagined, let alone dare to dream she would end up in their arms. What did Jane ever do to deserve this? To be loved, to be safe? Who is she, but a copy of a real hero?

Staring at the ceiling, Jane chides herself. Stop over thinking it. You’re happy. You get to be happy. Deal with it.

[sonofthesuns]

@brokenspaceprince continued from here

“No, you will not fail.” Vader readily agreed with his young apprentice. “Because failure is not an option.” But where to send him though...? The Clone Wars were a distant memory. The rebels weren’t nearly the threat they once were, after fifty years of imperial dominance. Entire generations had grown up with the Empire, not knowing anything else. Not knowing the horrors of war. The Empire had been peaceful and stable for a long time now, everything in order. So what would be a fitting challenge for his grandson?

Whatever the boy may call himself, he would always be Ben to him. An old name that held fond memories for him. Memories of sneaking behind enemy lines and pretending like they had belonged. Vader did not know if his daughter understood the significance of the name, or perhaps she did, and she had named her son that in hopes of spiting him.

Were he a younger man, it might have even worked, but he had long since worked through his feelings regarding that man.

So, Ben it was. But not Solo. Never Solo. The name of a smuggler who had seduced his daughter. For all their differences, he knew that Leia could have done better. He’d wanted her to do better, because did not every father want their child to be happy? He had barely tolerated Solo as it was, but then he went and broke his daughter’s heart. Now the man had to hide under a rock if he wanted to live to a ripe old age. Vader would find him eventually.

Oh, that was an idea.

“Yes... that will do nicely.” Vader murmured to himself. “I have a mission for you of a more... personal nature.” He told young Ben Skywalker. “Something that will challenge your connection to the dark side. Hunt down your father. Bring him back to me. He’s gone unpunished long enough, and what’s more fitting than forcing the prodigal son to return home?” Vader commented dryly.

[princeasimdiya12]

Piqua Falls Part 2

So here is part 2 of the Captain Underpants Gravity Falls AU created by @tornrose24 along with @jackie-sugarskull @nintendogamergirlexe and myself. But we highly encourage any and all fans of CU and GF to participate in this AU either by sharing ideas for characters, potential plotlines or funny memes and fanart. This is an open discussion that all are welcome to join in on. The first part along with the last reblog can be found here.

Ooo yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Weird Al would be a perfect fit for the Several Times boy band and the gang would be hyped to see and interact with him. Since there’s no cloning of any kind, would you like there to be some other abnormal activity that he’d be involved in or him just being himself would be more than enough of the adventure?

And okay, I’ll be fine with Sawyer as Abuelita. I’m not sure where that post was where you made the comparison but I’ll be sure to find it.

I can see Erica wanting to work at the Mystery Shack despite Krupp being an overbearing and ruthless boss. She needs a challenge to test her endurance and mental capabilities. And it would be fun for her to rub it in Krupp’s face when she shows how capable she is. I also have some thoughts on what her character arc would be about. I was thinking that she’d be like a foil to George who is also an academically smart kid who has what it takes to achieve higher standing and seeks challenges that are stimulating to her. She represents George but if he was focused more on himself and what he could accomplish rather than just having fun in the moment and not accessing that potential. And to add on to it, he also has his close friendship with Harold which gives him more reason to have fun and not think of himself as much. Thus, Erica would come off as more detached from other kids her age. She’s friendly and willing to interact with them, but she doesn’t have the same bond as the boys have with each other. It’s something that perplexes her and sometimes she feels jealous that George has something he deems more valuable than his own potential.  (And it would be cool if she was hiding some of her own secrets. Particularly if she conveniently found a way to deal with the monster of the week that no one sees coming. Do you think she’d be part of the same government agency that Rhee and Yewh work at, thus setting her up as a potential Judas? Or is she from another dimension who is trying to keep Piqua Falls safe from the imminent threat of ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’. Because you end up laughing for hours on end if you hear or speak his entire full name.)

I’m really happy that you love the ideas! And I think that would be adorable! I love that Bo and Gooch would get to show off their musical talents. I’m not sure if the Bobeesas would allow it, what if as part of their mansion party, they hold a talent show in their mansion encouraging the youth of Piqua Falls to come and display their musical talents for the town and uppercrust. Bo and Gooch already have their banjo-organ duet set up but they take a drastic turn when they meet Annie Manda Presto (animando presto which is Italian for ‘to be fast in spirit’) a fierce girl with a serious attitude and a protégé opera singer. So while the boys try to get her attention for music advice, they also start to worry about their own music and may end up in conflict over the other’s musical taste. As for Harold, I take it that something happened in which Billy had to uphold his end of his deal with the devil which ended up crushing Harold either because of what Billy had to do or some misunderstanding. The gang tried to take him to the party to get his mind off of it but he was still in a slump. That is, until a mysterious masked boy with an aquatic necklace offers him his hand to dance…

You also make a valid point regarding Anthrope. It’s hard to imagine her being as insane or deadly compared to McGucket. Although her having emotional mood swings would definitely help her in that regard. (It’ll be kinda like Junko going through her personality changes in the last trial right @jackie-sugarskull ?) But if you’re not completely sold on Anthrope for the role, we can always change her for someone else.

That totally makes sense for Melvin. He’d be an established rival of the Shack since he’s trying to win over the public with his mechanical wonders. Made even more wonderous when he finds the second Journal and uses it to his advantage. His reputation in the town is often tarnished thanks to George and Harold publishing comics about Melvin that demean him and paint him as a laughable dweeb (this is one of the few times Krupp is okay with them making comics and even offers to copy them himself so there’s plenty for everyone). I’m thinking that he would end up creating his own monsters of the week in order to terrorize the gang while also trying to find a way to break through and learn of the Shack’s secrets. He’d still have his obsessive crush on Erica and would try to woo her with his smarts and superiority. And Erica returns the gesture with a knuckle sandwich.

Ooo I just had an idea. What if Krupp originally hired Melvin to help him rebuild the machine after he learned from the papers about him being a prodigal genius when it comes to inventing. So he brought him over to the shack with the promise of him being the next Einstein if he could figure out the machine and get it up and running. To Krupp, it actually seems like a miracle since the kid is a whiz at machines. But just because Krupp hires him doesn’t mean that the partnership is easy. Melvin is as insufferable and nitpicky as ever while Krupp doesn’t want him to ask too many questions and wants him to get it done asap. So while Melvin looks around the computer room, she comes across the Author’s loose notes and personal entries where they discuss the machine in vague terms while also referring to the danger of Poopypants as a powerful cosmic entity. Something clicks to Melvin that he becomes drawn to the entity and learns about the other journals which can lead him to personally communicate with him just like the Author did long ago. But Krupp realizes what’s about to happen and doesn’t want a repeat of his past mistake. So he stops Melvin from leaving with this new info by using one of the memory wipes left lying around. Thus, Melvin no longer remembers anything about the portal or him working for Krupp. But he knows  that something big is hiding underneath that primitive shack and he wants to find out what it is. And fortunately, he already knows where to look thanks to a note book page he stashed on himself that reveals the location of Journal 2.

And after that scuffle, Krupp becomes even more secretive regarding the portal and the shack itself. Even if the boys make fun of him for it, no one is learning his secrets on what’s underneath the shack.  Huh, I’m honestly seeing a lot of symbolism regarding the crummy shack that everyone knows and sees followed by the secret portal that no one knows about and how it harbors his darkest secret.

Awww that’ll be adorable. And if they do time travel back, then they may just meet only CU. If CU lived in Piqua Falls his whole life then Krupp wouldn’t have been around at the time. Unless of course he came to visit for a reunion of sorts thus giving the boys the chance to meet both men at the same time.  Aww now I’m imagining CU in his cape and underwear trying to ‘help’ people while freaking them out.

I’m really glad you like that zodiac sign for him. Lol And for the other characters, maybe we can include Lisa’s who’s symbol would be a musical note. Or the emblem belonging to her family which has a musical theme. Billy’s would be a seashell with a star in the middle; the shell representing his heritage and the star to show how his wish inspired him to change in different ways.

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SPOILERS THAT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN, TEENS AND ADULTS WHO HAVE NOT YET WATCHED GRAVITY FALLS. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

Ahh I see what you mean. Well if necessary we can base them on the villains that are directly from George and Harold’s comics both in the book series and the animated series. ( The Wicked Wedgie Woman, the Egg Salad Manwich, the Turbo Toilet 2000, the 3 Robo-Boogers, Sir Stinks A lot, the Jorts Alien, the Socktopus, Jessica’s evil twin sister Messica etc.). As for Edith, it would make the most sense considering that neither she nor Krupp would willingly throw their frustrations at each other like the Stan twins. To quote Phineas Flynn, “Yes, yes we do.” And in all fairness, it’s hard not to make him suffer considering all the messed up things he does to everyone in every adaptation of CU ever. He brought this on himself and we’re at least thoughtful enough to give him a happy ending in any AU. Provided that he works for it. :p And yeah, Edith isn’t one to hold a grudge so she’d be willing to let Krupp into her life. But she does need a lot of time to readjust to every that happened in her absence along with ensuring that Poopypants isn’t successful in crossing over.

*ominous Latin music plays in the background even louder*

Ahh alrighty. Either way, it still sounds like a great outfit idea. :)