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MALE BG3 COMPANIONS TURN ONS/KINKS +18

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

A/N: i limited myself to just 5 per companion otherwise this would get wayyyy too long lol but if u guys want pt. 2 let me know 💗

ASTARION

CORRUPTION

ok this is mostly because he has more than one instance in the game where he mentions virgins lol. i think he would totally get off on "corrupting" someone inexperienced and sweet, like i can see him loving the idea of teaching u or showing u new things. will poke fun at how innocent u are and the whole time he's ROCK fucking hard 😭😭

BRAT TAMING

this man loves to play games. he likes people who have nerve but mostly because it feels so good to put them in their place. the act of MAKING u obey is so hot to him and soooo fun (he’s also into how it humiliates u by making u submit)

AGE DIFFERENCE

NOW LISTEN !!! LISTEN he is OLD !!!! as FUCK !!! he's been alive a longggg time. i think it probably turns him on to be more experienced than u not only in bed but in general. ok i will come clean i'm thinking of the conversation he has with wyll about the word "agog". like secretly he probably loves that ur so young and dumb 💗 (even if ur not actually young, just young in comparison to him) he feels some kind of superiority when he bestows his old man wisdom upon u ⚡️🧙‍♂️ also it prolly adds some "forbidden" or "taboo" feeling to the sex that he likes 🤫

BONDAGE

the fact that u trust him enough to do something like this is so hot. he likes to watch u struggle against the restraints while he teases or overstimulates u. probably the type to use silk or fluffy handcuffs lol. afterwards he’ll kiss any bruises/marks left behind (the best part)

DACRYPHILIA

I ALWAYS SAY THIS IM SORRY but since he has that sadistic side i genuinely think he's into seeing u cry. the sounds/faces u make and seeing u reduced to such a vulnerable state. will try to overstimulate u to the point of tears so he can wipe them off ur face and make u clean them from his fingers hehe 💗

GALE

TEMPERATURE PLAY

OF COURSE this mf is using magic for this. he'll get pretty creative with it too— ooh wait bondage using ICE restraints??? yes ??? no ??? can he do that ??? anyway. he will tease a lot by switching between hot and cold, mostly because he loves watching how u react. likes if u use it on him too but not as much as he likes using it on u.

EXHIBITIONISM/VOYEURISM

i think he’s the type of dude to want to watch u touch yourself. and vice versa. will also want to jerk off while watching clone!gale fuck u. he’ll want to fuck in places where u guys might get caught too, mostly because he wants to show u off and make other people envious

SEX TOYS

^^ like i said before he’ll want to watch u use toys on urself, also might like it if u let him tell u how to use it. he’ll use some too, but usually only if u want to watch him use it on himself (or if u use them on each other obv). he doesn’t really use them much alone. the exhibition part is what’s most exciting to him

FACESITTING

probably one of his favorite positions honestly. he just really likes to eat u out and he’s soooo good at it. loves the feeling of ur weight on his body and how u grind against his face. it also gives him lots of access to ur thighs so he can squeeze and kiss them 💗💗

CLONING

i already mentioned how he’ll watch clone!gale fuck u. but he will also want to tag team/double team u with clone!gale 😭😭. can he do clones of other people? if he can he might also like making a clone of u too. that would be the craziest foursome ever holy shit LMAOO imagine getting fucked by URSELF (he would be so into watching that honestly that’s a gale top 3 fantasy moment)

WYLL

BREEDING

i think he wants to have so many babies. and to stuff u full of babies. filling u up with his cum is so hot to him and he will go multiple rounds just to really get it in there LMAO also really likes the way his cum looks when it’s leaking out of u 💗

PRAISE

he loves to give AND receive praise. he will tell u how ur doing so good for him and how beautiful u look. BUT he also wants u to tell him how good he’s making u feel and how handsome he is (he’ll lowkey get kind of insecure if ur too quiet, he really feeds off of how u respond) he also likes praise in the form of noises too if ur too shy to say anything lol

ROLEPLAY

i think he would he into roleplaying a little bit. particularly him being a knight and u being his prince/princess. will want u to dress the part and everything. he really gets off seeing u in the regal get up— i don’t think he would go too overboard with the knight thing though (like putting on an entire steel knight outfit 😭😭 that would take too long to get off. he’d combust) but he’ll prolly put on a little chainmail or something if u want.

CLOTHED SEX

yeah he’s going to want to fuck u with the princess/prince fit ON. but also i think he’d really be into dry humping tbh….. like if he’s saving himself until marriage then i don’t think he sees dry humping as real sex so it’s okay ooohh that’s so naughty wyll 😈😈 probably loves to watch u get off on his thigh through ur clothes

SENSORY DEPRIVATION

THIS…… might be far fetched…… but i feel like he’d be into this. like blindfolding (yes he’d let u blindfold him too), wearing gloves when u touch each other and etc….. wait the gloves is actually so hot though like leather gloves? imagine he blindfolds u and then touches u with the gloves on…. ooh baby

FEMALE BG3 COMPANIONS

NON-COMPANIONS/NON-ORIGIN COMPANIONS

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I love your touch starved Gale so much 😭❤️ honestly it's so tender and yum haha

Do you have an A-Z/Alphabet NSFW thing for Gale??? 🙏

I do now!!! I totally forgot abut Alphabet stuff, if ya'll want one for every character let me know, I'm working on Astarion right now!

Gale Dekarios NSFW alphabet (x reader)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Gale is kind and caring, he will always make sure you get what you need before he really relaxes. Sex isn't over for him until you're taken care of, aftercare is a part of the sexual experience to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Creampie every time, though after eating you out he has stopped to cum on your thighs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Not that much of a secret since anyone who looked at his underwear knows, it's self jerk off underwear. Honestly I think he's used them during battle when you look extra hot. Trying really hard not to show that he's pleasuring himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Gale is fairly experenced, having a few mortal hookups/relationships and obviously a long fling with Mystra that left him a bit sexually traumatized (and generally very traumatized). He's had enough sex to know what he wants but still open to try new things.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Side fucking is his favorite for sure, it's easy to get away with while camping with the others as well. Also plowing you from behind while you lay on your stomach is a favorite, as he can kiss your neck or hold down your waist.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Very serious. Once he gets in that mood there's no getting him out of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's trimmed for your pleasure, otherwise he'd definitely just forget.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Gale is a great mix of romantic, passionate, and filthy. Everything does hand in hand very well, he can absolutely run a train through you in astral protections with gangbanging you with literally just clones of himself, but he will still whisper sweet and romantic things, still check if you need to stop or if anything is too much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Gale cry jerks like all the time lmao. Guilty masturbation is something he has mastered. Thinking about you before you get sexually involved? he will feel guilty.

How he jerks off is two different ways. The only way he can really cum is by grinding on something, his hand, the bed, his enchanted underwear, etc... But he doesn't need to cum. So he also jerks off with his hand behind the rocks near the beach in act 1s camp.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

This is gonna be a hear-me-out kind of situation.

Semi public sex kink. in front of windows, on balconies, middle of the forrest, etc.

lil bit of a jealousy thing, leaves hickies on your neck to show that ya'll fuck good.

he wouldn't do anything to harm you, so anything thats too 'harsh" is a no no for Gale.

thigh fucking kink?

sweaty kink?? cause battling? that whole speech was one of the most sexually charged things I have read.

lil bit of a breeding kink, not with actually getting pregnant, but definitely the deep creampies and keeping his cum in you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Gale cannot WAIT to fuck you in every single inch of his tower. Whenever he pictures fucking you, he pictures you in his home. It's kinda romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, any glance at you will get him going. Like an instant hard on. If he looks at you too long, boner. if he looks at your thighs or butt? Boner. Slightly low cut top? Boner. Battling? Boner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would never do anything to hurt you, the most he'd do is wax play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. This man GIVES. He fucks to serve. He wants your pleasure, he doesn't cum til you do, no matter what. If that means he won't cum, then he won't cum. If he could spend all day between your legs he would.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sensual but fast and hard. This man pounds.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He hadn't ever been able to not last a while before you, now, he can actually do quickies, which infatuates him for a while so you have a lot of quickies for a time. But usually everything lasts an hour or so.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Gale is down to try just about anything you'd want, but he definitely already knows what he likes most.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shockingly he can go for awhile. He will need to just lay for a while because he definitely isn't made for long sessions, he just ignores his knee and back pain for you until he absolutely can't.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

We all know he will, can, and has used magic hand during sex. Does copies of him count as toys as well?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Gale isn't one to tease much. Verbally, sometimes, yes, telling you how hot you are, how good you look, etc, while having no time to slip away to fuck.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Mystra wanted him silent, so he's working on getting more vocal during sex. But he doesn't moan loudly, sometimes whimpers or gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Gale absolutely reads smut. We know this kinda from his diagram books basically, but I think he has a whole bookshelf dedicated to smut. His favorite being wlw.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Said this before but honestly? I watched something and that dick that was shown just screamed Gale to me, so I'm revising my HC and saying Gale is 7 inches, girthy, and curved upwards and slightly to the left, it absolutely fucks. Like tied with best dick of the group, tied with Wyll and his ribbed cock.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gales sex drive is very dependant on you. If he's thinking about you or around you? very high. On his own? slightly above average.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends. After a long fuck, literally instantly after he checks to see if you need anything. after astral fucking he feels energized, after a quickie he feels a bit tired but fine overall.

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part 2/2 of my 2023 cover collection! This one only 75% star wars and 25% sandman. Check out my cover collection tag for big chunks of covers like this, or check out my big bang tag for a bunch of collab'd stuff! idk or do whatever you want!

oh, and happy thanksgiving for my american buds I'm thankful for getting to work with so many cool people

Links and summaries beneath the cut!

2023 cover collection

We'll Meet Again by @littledumplingwrites (art) (with more art by @punkascas)

When Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi is assigned to AgriCorps, he goes to his Creche Master to ask why he hasn’t been assigned to a Service Corps better suited. As a result he’s sent to MediCorps to become a healer. Cue Obi-Wan becoming Ben Kenobi: a master healer and specialized surgeon who does philanthropic MediCorps work on the Outer Rim. It’s hard work, but good work and he enjoys what he does. But when the Clone Wars start, Ben is called away from his humanitarian work to patch up Clone Troopers and Jedi on the battlefield. And once he’s there, he meets a rising star in the Clone Army: one Captain Cody.

Or, Healer-Surgeon Ben Kenobi was called to the war front. And he wasn't too keen on going. What were the Jedi even thinking when they started a war?

That M*A*S*H Star Wars AU that I just couldn't get out of my head, so I wrote it. (However, you do not have to know or have seen MASH to understand this.)

Healer Ben Kenobi, Reporting for Duty by @littledumplingwrites (art) (with podfic by mengde)

Healer Ben Kenobi finishes his surgical work on one battlefield and finds out he has a new assignment: rendezvous with the 212th and work with the clone healers there. This makes Ben a little nervous, because his new boyfriend Major Cody is a part of the 212th and Ben hasn’t heard from him in weeks.

Can the two of them work through their relationship issues, even as the Separatist Droid Army closes in on their position? Can Cody learn to trust someone who isn’t a brother? And can Ben learn to put his partner’s care above his past hurts?

Can be read as a standalone. Also, you do NOT need to know anything about M.A.S.H. to read or enjoy this story.

Bonds of Beskar by @popjeckdoom (art) (with more art by Aliennotperson)

In a universe where the Mandalorian Empire never fell, but changed, Ad’be’alor Kote Vhett faces threats from all sides. His father, Mand’alor Jango Vhett has been cursed into a Majick sleep, and as Tor Vizsla and his supporters tear the Council of Clans apart, Kote is desperate to wake his father and reunite the Empire. In an effort to save his father, and his people, Kote Vhett offers “anything” to the person who can cure his Father’s curse.

Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi may be the person for the job; only one issue--the Jedi have been in hiding for a thousand years, still hunted by Sith and Mandalorians alike. Can he keep his true identity secret long enough to help the Mand'alor... or will events conspire to reveal him before his mission is complete?

Forever; Without Stagnation by @noir-renard (art)

Din and Luke meet on Tatooine. Din and Luke fall in love. Din and Luke get married—

And then the plot catches up.

The Galaxy needs you, says The Force, and Luke believes it.

Din will understand, Luke thinks. It won’t take that long. What is a few years compared to the vow of 'forever'?

Only Blindly Could I Read You by @lillytalons (art) (with more art by @vanisketches

Rex's goal was to get into the organization, get the information, and take it down. Of course, no one had ever successfully infiltrated this empire, and most people had died attempting it, so it was easier said than done. But, the fact that a government agency had also sent in an agent, their best agent, was either a very good or very bad thing. Rex just happened to recognize them, and for some reason, Ben had decided that working together was the best option. What could go wrong?

It's a Sad Song (But We Sing it Anyway) by @ouzoa11-writes (art) (with more art by @impalafortrenchcoats)

Obi-Wan and Cody Kenobi have raised Luke for years and are at the center of the Rebellion when a new threat looms the horizon in the form of a new weapon. The tides seem to turn in their favor, even as they face new challenges along the way.

Or: Obi-Wan and Cody are soulmates who just want to see everyone survive. Their lives from Luke and Leia's nineteenth birthday to a confrontation with Vader alone.

Standalone though it is part of the "We Raise Our Cups To Them" universe

An Epiphany of Poppies Upon the Battlefield by @questing-wulfstan (art)

April 1940, On a French battlefield, Hob Gadling doubts his will to persevere in being alive for the second time of his existence. He swallows morphine in the hope to soothe his horror-scarified mind, and summons a mirage of the stranger who occupied his thoughts as the patron of his immortality. In a Japanese psychiatric ward, Delirium of the Endless is alerted by Dream's irruption in her realm, who she found missing when she sought his company on her quest for the Prodigal. Disappointment overcomes her as she finds it was but an image of her brother conjured by a mortal, and so it does Hob when her eruption dismisses the vision. Delirium will not resign herself to her exponential loss of brothers however, neither will Hob Gadling withhold his aid from any entity in distress, whether the stranger or his younger sister ; they just might hold the might to liberate Morpheus between their four hands ...

The Other Kingdom by @banhus (art)

In 1916, Roderick Burgess successfully summons Death, and Hob Gadling wakes up in the trenches alongside three dead soldiers.

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Shape of you

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings 18+: Shapeshifting (Wanda), teasing, praise kink, slight degradation?, cunnilingus, bottom!Nat, top!Wanda, fluffy moments cus these two are just-

A/N: This was requested by a user who would like to remain anonymous. I hope you like it! It was nice exploring this idea with you, some of the lines were from them as well!

Summary: Wanda's exploring the extent of her powers and can't help but tease Nat with it. And Natasha... well, Natasha discovers something new about herself.

"What the-" Her girlfriend, Wanda, was always up to interesting things when she calls for Natasha's attention. Most of the times it was adorable, like that one time Wanda excitedly showed her the cupcake she had baked with a proud grin.

But this... this was just...

"Hey sailor." Wanda- or better yet, Natasha 2.0 said. The spy narrows her eyes in confusion, but nonetheless she was very impressed. She knew Wanda had been experimenting with the extent of her magic. Whenever they hung out in Wanda's room, she would absentmindedly play with her powers. However, she never knew Wanda's magic could go as far as shapeshifting.

"Well done, detka! However, you still sound like you." Natasha said from her seat on Wanda's bed, her tone was teasing. The witch pouted, oh god is that what I look like when I pout?? "Aw... My darling, I was only joking. I'm sorry, this is really impressive!"

Wanda only stick out her tongue and faced the mirror once more. This was something she had been working on for the past days, Wanda noticed that she was able to be alter the environment around her, which pique her curiosity on whether or not she could alter her body.

At first it was simple things, like changing the color of her hair without the use of hair dye. Then putting on clothes without actually needing to put on any materials, getting her nails done, the color of her eyes, so on and so forth. Then she started to wander if she could alter... her face.

She got the idea from none other than her own girlfriend, the former Russian spy. Natasha had told her about the time she used a photostatic veil in order to impersonate others, which inspired the witch to do her little experiment.

Wanda checks herself out on the mirror. She had gotten everything right, from Natasha's hair, her beautiful green eyes, her full lips. "How are you not in love with yourself?" Wanda asked randomly.

"I'm pretty sure there's a term for that, unfortunately Tony already took the title." Natasha replied.

"If you were, i'd honestly understand."

Natasha only hummed in response and returned to her previous activity on scribbling in her notepad. Well, she knew she was attractive of course. She had no doubt about that, but being physically attracted to herself sounded absurd. Not because she was insecure or any of that, rather how does one could be THAT self absorbed.

"Do you ever think about fucking yourself?"

Natasha almost choked in her own saliva at Wanda's rather absurd question. And to be quite honest, she should be used to it by now. Wanda could be quite... random. One of the many traits Natasha adores so much, but... maybe there are times where you shouldn't speak out your mind-

"I think the word for it is masturbating."

"No, I meant like... Having sex, with yourself. As in physically touching a clone of yourself." Wanda elaborated.

A small smile creeped onto Natasha's face. Wanda's absurdity was so weird yet so adorable at the same time. Natasha finally put down the notepad and puts her attention fully to the younger woman. "That mind of yours, little witch. Sometimes I don't understand why you're even asking any of these questions for..."

Wanda only rolled her eyes, her face was still representing Natasha. Christ, this is weird. "I'm just saying..." Wanda said in a low voice. Taking a step towards the bed, swaying her hips slightly. "Hypothetically, if you were to meet a clone of yourself, wouldn't you feel... something?" The seduction in her voice were present.

Well... the way she saw her own face smirking at her, Natasha had to admit. It was rather... sexy.

Wanda got closer and closer, crawling onto the bed to Natasha. Arching her back a little so her ass was up in the air. Natasha raised an eyebrow at Wanda. "What are you trying to do?"

"My point being, you drive me crazy, Natasha Romanoff. With your eyes, your smirk, the way you present yourself in general." Wanda continued, still advancing towards her on the bed, almost like a cat. Soon enough, Wanda made herself comfortable on her lap, tilting her head a little as she looked down at Natasha. "Don't you think you'd feel some type of way if you ever met a clone of yourself?"

Natasha crane her neck upward to see herself, or more like a face of herself smirking down at her. Perhaps Wanda was onto something, Natasha's face had an aura that tug something within you. Yet, the spy was still not convinced. That may be her face, her smirk, however everything else was still Wanda.

Maybe because she was a spy so she was much more observant, that or she loves Wanda so much to the point where she knows every single little detail about her. The little head tilt that she always does, the nose crunch when she smiles, Natasha could go on and on.

Natasha then raised her hand and lets it rest on Wanda's cheek. "I already have the girl for that, detka."

A soft blush formed on Wanda's cheek, the smirk turned into a soft smile. Ugh god, I'm making a mental note not to blush like that. Looks cute on Wanda, but god forbid someone else caught me in that state.

A smirk formed on Natasha lips, her other hand grip Wanda's thigh slightly, causing the witch to hitch her breath. Natasha moved her hand to the back of Wanda's neck, pulling her down so she could whisper in her ear. "Now how about you let me see that girl, hmm?"

Within an instant, her face transformed to it's original state. Natasha smiled upon seeing the view she adores so much. She then pulled Wanda down, the two met halfway, sharing a soft loving kiss while embracing one another.

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Natasha had thought that her girlfriend's little hocus pocus would end there. However, the little witch was very much still adamant on reaching her goal. Which was to become the perfect Natasha clone.

Altering her appearance was easy, making it accurate was not so hard either.

"Hey babe, I think I finally got your tits right. Can you come over and have a feel to see if it's accurate?"

Natasha stopped dead in her tracks upon hearing the question at 9am in the morning. She had just gone back from her run to find Wanda standing in front of her mirror, with a different body, HER body to be precise. And also wearing her suit... The zipper was unzipped way lower than it should to be frank-

"Wouldn't you have a better opinion on that? After all, you're the one who's on the other end of the stick." Natasha teased after composing herself real quick.

"It's your body."

"Wanda, I don't exactly spend my time in front of a mirror all day." The witch then took another look in the mirror, her eyes almost looks like a prey as her hand trails up her body in a sexual manner, biting her lips as she gave her tits a firm grip.

The scene had Natasha swallowing the lump in her throat. That's when she felt... something in her stomach. What the fuck was that-

"Mmmm, the way I would record myself if I had this kind of body." Wanda husked out dreamily.

Natasha took in a shaky breath, which went unnoticed by the witch. "I love your body the way it is."

"Oh darling, I don't mean that in a self deprecating way. Don't you worry." The younger woman continues to admire her body, or Natasha's body in the mirror. Turning to the side and arching her back, running her hands along the curves seductively. "Keep watching, perv."

Wanda's words snapped the spy out of her trance, when her gaze returned to Wanda's green orbs, the witch was smirking slightly at her. Natasha only rub the bridged of her nose and mumbles some incoherent words in Russian.

"You can be honest."

"I'm going to the gym-"

"You just got back from a jog." Wanda stated.

"I need something to punch after dealing with..." Natasha made a movement with her right hand, indicating to the whole shapeshifting ordeal. Wanda only narrows her eyes in faux offense, Natasha then turns around and walked out of their room.

"You love me!" Wanda yelled out just before the door closes. Natasha merely rolls her eyes, yet a smile creeped up on her face. She really does...

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The most difficult part for Wanda was not to alter her appearance, rather how to mimic her girlfriend's demeanor and personality. Which was weird, wasn't it? As Natasha's lover, Wanda should be able to mimic her perfectly.

Perhaps there were a couple of reasons. One, she wasn't a trained spy or actor by any means. And two, Natasha had an... aura you could say, a confidence, the way she brought herself up. It wasn't something that anyone could copy.

Natasha strides into a room with her head held high, all attentions directed to her in an instant. When she speaks, no one dares to cut her off. The power she holds, the fire in her eyes, just everything about her that makes her Natasha-Fucking-Romanoff.

Maybe that's why the witch was so drawn to her. And to be completely honest, Wanda had no clue whatsoever on how she manages to bag the former assassin.

So for the past couple of days, Wanda did a complete observation of Natasha. Watching every moves that she makes, the way she speaks to others. The micro-expressions on her face, the way she sits, her composure, every-single-fucking-thing...

"Nat?"

Natasha turns around upon hearing her colleague.

"Rogers." Natasha responded promptly.

"How'd you get here so fast?" Steve asked, confusion written across his face. To which Natasha responded with equal confusion.

"Meaning?"

"I thought I just saw you... Never mind that." He approached her and makes himself a cup of coffee as well. Natasha had her back leaning against the counter. "How are you and Wanda?"

With that Natasha lets out a soft chuckle. "Interested in my love life, Rogers?"

"It's a harmless question." Steve responded with a kind smile.

"We're alright." Natasha said, trying to hide the tiny smile that's creeping up to her face at the thought of Wanda.

"I'm truly happy for you both." The two avengers drank their beverage in a comfortable silence. Despite all the dangerous mission they had to go through, moments like these are the ones they cherish the most. In the midst of all the chaos, it was nice to have a peace of mind once in a while.

After a few moments, Steve broke the silence once again. "Well, I should head out."

Natasha narrows her eyes in confusion. "Aren't you supposed to train Wanda this morning?"

"You just told me she was sick??"

"I didn't... Wanda is sick?" Concern flair up in her for a split second, I didn't even know...

"You tell me." Both Avengers were in confusion. "Nat, are you sick as well? You seems a little off today."

"Rogers, I assure you, I'm perfectly fine."

"Alright... Well, I hope Wanda a speed recovery. See you around, Nat." Steve said before walking past her while patting her shoulder.

What the fuck is going on??

Natasha opted to check up on her girlfriend, she strides to the direction of Wanda's room. The conversation she had with Steve was weird to say the least, however, being the spy that she is, she had an idea on what was going on. Just as she was about to knock on Wanda's door, a voice called out to her.

"Natasha." To hear herself, she wasn't that much surprised to say the least.

Natasha smirked, she knew Wanda was still hellbent on the whole shapeshifting thing.

"Trying to get yourself out of training I see."

"A day won't hurt anyone."

Natasha turns around to face... herself. She had to admit, this was very impressive. Wanda manages to get every curves of her body right, the color of her eyes, her hair, down to her signature smirk.

"You could've just told me, you know?" Natasha said in a slight teasing tone.

"I find this more exciting." Wanda said, taking a closer step towards her. This is really weird.

Natasha... out for words. Give her a break, how exactly does one reacts to this? Wanda had become the perfect clone. Natasha tried to say something, only to close her mouth again. With that, Wanda smiled teasingly.

"Cat got your tongue?" She said, while thumb reaching up to rest it self on Natasha's chin. The spy's breath hitched. Why the fuck-

"Don't flatter yourself."

Wanda let out a soft chuckle, "So defensive, Detka." Fuck, is this how Wanda feels every time?

"How long are you planning to keep this going, hmm?"

Wanda only lean closer, her breath ghosting on Natasha's lips. "I'm not entirely sure..." The witch's eyes subtly glanced down to her lips before returning to her eyes. "Until it bores me." With one last smirk, Wanda pulled away and walked to a different direction.

Natasha lets out the breath she didn't even know she was holding. To see herself, acting the way she did awakened something in her. Natasha wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that fact...

⧗ᗢ⧗

The rest of the day was... interesting to say the least. Wanda spent the entire day, posing as her. However, the witch wasn't out and about to wreak havoc. Meaning she wasn't out there to spread rumors as Natasha, or completely re-writing Natasha's well known reputation.

No, no... It was much worse than that.

She was constantly teasing, and flirting with Natasha AS Natasha. Which the spy couldn't decided if she would have prefer the former or the latter.

Wanda was getting bolder each minutes as well. It started off as just having a rather seductive conversation with her, then she started stretching and bending her body in sexual manners, then she started brushing her hand and whispering things in her ears. It frustrated the spy, one because it turns her on in a way that made her feel weird about herself. And two, she may or may not feel slightly hypocritical, as she often does this to rile up Wanda.

"I think I'm starting to understand." Natasha felt a hand encircling her waist, her voice whispering on her right ear. Natasha looked up from the bathroom sink, the reflection caused her to hitch her breath. Wanda smirked as she rest her head on the spy's shoulder.

"Understand what, exactly?"

"Why you do what you do..." Wanda husked out. Pulling Natasha closer by the waist and flushing their bodies completely. "Why you tease me so relentlessly..." Natasha lets in a shaky breath the moment she watches the scene unfold in front of her eyes. Wanda kisses her shoulder, before slowly trailing it up to her neck.

"Wands..." Natasha breathed out, her mind was starting to get hazy. Her eyes flutter slightly, she couldn't help but to crane her neck a little to give Wanda better access.

"To have someone submit to you so easily..." Wanda started to nibble her earlobe, Natasha couldn't help the slight moan that escaped her throat. Which caused Wanda to chuckle.

For fuck sake, why am I feeling like this?

"The power you have against me, Natasha Romanoff." Wanda husked out again. With one swift movement, Wanda spun her around to face her. Natasha could feel her breath against hers. The spy's eyes shifted just for a split second, Wanda's lips pulled into a devilish smile the moment Natasha was caught red handed. "Go on. I won't blame you."

Natasha took in a sharp breath, yet she couldn't seem to rack up any words.

"Don't be afraid, Natasha." Wanda purred, leaning ever so close their lips were mere inches apart. Natasha didn't knew what's gotten into her. Was it the way she acted? Her voice? Her mannerism?

She knew she was good at what she does, hence why all of her targets gave in whenever she used seduction. But to have experienced it herself was something she would've never imagined happening. Was it weird? Perhaps.

But by god does her lips move so well against her...

The way she took control, just how the spy always does. The way her hands know exactly where she wanted to held. The way her tongue teases her lips, causing Natasha to subconsciously part hers letting Wanda gain access.

Their mouth moved in a perfect tandem. Natasha moaned against her, arching her body in a way she normally never does. Almost submitting herself...

She broke the kiss, trailing kisses along her jawline, then down to her neck. Natasha's breathing was getting heavier and heavier on every kiss, her knees felt wobbly. She wrapped an arm round Wanda's shoulders for support.

"You feel the effect you have on me?"

She lets her hand roam down to Natasha's thigh, giving in a firm grip while her mouth continued its way down Natasha's neck. The action was causing Natasha to let out a breathy moan. As her mouth explored Natasha's neck, searching for a sweet spot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

"Ah... I see why you like this angle. Why you love to fuck me in this exact position." She smirked at her own reflection, Natasha's back facing the mirror. She trailed her hand up Natasha's spine from under the muscle tee. Fuck, even Wanda is so turned on by the sight...

She then pushed her leg between Natasha's thighs, eliciting a delicious moan from the redhead and something she did not expected to hear, "Natalia..."

Both women snapped out of their trance.

The witch pulled back to look at Natasha in the eye. The spy was shocked at her own words. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I-"

But Natasha was shushed, a smirk creeping onto her partner's lip. "What did you just call me?"

Natasha clenched her jaw, "Wanda-"

"No." She responded firmly. Her finger reached up to force Natasha to look at her in the eye. "I won't ask you again, Malyshka." The amount of dominance in her voice made Natasha weak in the knees. The spy didn't know why, but all she wanted to do was to oblige.

"Natalia..."

"Good girl."

Oh fuck- Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She crashed her lips onto Natasha, with one swift movement Natalia had picked her up to sit on the counter top. Making the older one gasp and moaned against her. Natalia tugged on the muscle tee she was wearing, the older one took off her shirt with so much difficulty as she refused to part their lips for more than a second.

Natalia lets her hand roamed the newly exposed skin. Running her hand up her strong muscular back, gently digging her nails causing Natasha to hiss and arch her back. "Oh god-" She groaned. Natasha puts her hand on her chin to force Natalia to look at her. "Take me to bed." The spy demanded.

The clone merely raised her eyebrow, Wanda had to hold herself as she was so used to obeying Natasha's words. But not this time. "You know better on how to use your words, Detka."

Natasha swallowed the lump in her throat, one last breath she let out a very soft. "Please..."

A devilish smirk crepped up on Natalia's lip, "Say it again. Full sentence."

"Please, take me to bed, Natalia..."

Delighted, the clone crashed their lips once again and swiftly pick her up. Natasha naturally wraps her legs around her, her right hand on her shoulder for balance while her left remain on Natalia's cheek.

The kiss gets progressively messy as Natalia carry her to their bed. With the lack of space between them, she could feel Natasha's growing arousal on her abs. The spy even tightens her legs around and subtly moving her hips. Christ, since when did Natasha get so needy?

Once Natasha was laying on her back, Natalia pulled back to take off her shirt. Natasha watches the scene, practically drooling at the mouth. The clone wasted no time in locking their lips once again, positioning herself between Natasha's legs and grinding her abs against her core.

"Ahh... F-fuck..." A pathetic whine escaped the spy's throat. Something that never had happened before.

Natasha's panting and moaning filled the room, it was music to Natalia's ears. Painting the older ones neck and collarbone with purple markings, now she understands why Natasha always leaves so much of those. To mark her territory, show off to everybody what is rightfully hers. The two continues to undress each other, revealing more and more skin each time. Natalia pulled back to take in the view.

The sight of the infamous Black Widow, now naked underneath her, squirming under her touches, by god Wanda wanted to engrave the sight on her mind.

Over the course of their relationship, Natasha took charge most of the time, well... all the time actually. However, it wasn't because she forbid Wanda to take charge, no. But rather Wanda found herself incapable of doing anything else other than to obey her. She never understood why, until now that is.

The power she has, the seduction in her voice, the aura that just makes someone follow you like a blind dog willingly.

"Look how pathetic you are..." Natalia husked out while playing with her tits. Natasha's bottom lip trembles, desperately holding back the needy whine that's threatening to escape her throat. Still trying so hard to keep her 'dignity' even after the numerous slip ups a few minutes ago. "You don't have to hold back, Detka."

Natalia slowly kisses her way down to her stomach, Natasha's breath hitch as she closes her eyes, her legs subconciously spread wider.

"Look at me." Natalia demanded. When Natasha opens her eyes again and look down, the clone was smirking up at her. "Don't you want to see how good you look?"

Natalia stick out her tongue, dragging down from her stomach then all the way to her inner thigh.

"This part is my favorite to watch..." Natalia husked out as she makes herself comfortable between Natasha's thighs. Kissing and lightly biting the inner parts, getting dangerously close to her core only to pull away, causing Natasha to grip the bedsheets like her life depends on it as she watches the scene unfold.

"Please..." Natasha breathed out.

Natalia smirked. Christ, that devilish smirk. "I'll do it exactly the you do."

And by god does Natasha finally understands what she means.

Head thrown back, toe curling, sheets gripped tight as Natalia lapped her up like a starved animal. Natasha's moans were music to her ears. Natalia swore the sight itself could make her come without the need of touching herself. The feeling of Natasha grabbing a handful of her hair was enough to make her head spin, causing Natalia to moan against her core.

The action only pushed Natasha closer to the edge. "Oh fuck-"

She was close, it was almost so pathetic how quickly she got to lose herself. As Natalia kept sucking and twirling her tongue on her aching bud, the knot on her stomach was threatening to snap.

Yet, she couldn't?

She knew she was practically gliding along the edge. What exactly is stopping her?

Natalia was too pre-occupied to notice Natasha hesitancy. The spy whined and whined like a pathetic mutt as she wanted nothing more than her release. But it never came.

"S-stop, stop, please..." Natasha whimpered.

Natalia froze and pulled away, immediately hovering closer to Natasha's face. Looking at her with so much concern and fear. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"

Natasha shook her head, there was tears in her eyes. Yet, not out of pain, out of frustration. Which Wanda picked it up as though she had hurt Natasha. Her heart ached as she thought of the damage she might've caused. Luckily, Natasha was quick to straighten things out.

"No, detka. It's not you, I just-" Natasha couldn't understand, what's happening to me?

Natalia, reached up to cup her face. Causing the two to lock eyes. Oh... Maybe that's why... "Talk to me." Natalia said gently.

"I want you..." Natasha breathed out.

"Are you sure you can continue?" Natasha nodded, the hand that was initially on her face slowly and gently trailed down again. "I'll be gentle, I promise."

But Natasha halted her hand before it could go further. "Not like this." Natalia tilted her head in confusion. "I meant- You, Wanda, I want you..."

Realization hits her like a brick. Without missing beat, Natasha finally stared back at the woman she loves, Wanda Maximoff...

As much as she enjoyed the whole role play and that it turned her on in many ways. The act of release was.... something she found rather sacred?

Perhaps for better term, her body only naturally wanted to let go for Wanda. She made Natasha feel safe, like she could let down her guard. Like she could demolish the wall she had built around herself for so many years.

Wanda, Wanda, Wanda....

"I love you." Natasha whispered, her hand wrapped around the witch's shoulder. Staring deeply into her green eyes, oh those eyes...

"I didn't mean to hurt you-"

"You didn't." The redhead said firmly, pulling Wanda closer so she could rest their foreheads together. "But I wanted it to be you, only you..."

Wanda nodded, her hand trailed down again to her aching core. Natasha's breath gets heavier with anticipation. It started slow, as Wanda had to build her up once more. She leaned down capturing Natasha in a soft kiss while her hand did their magic.

"Just like that. Ah- Wanda..." Fuck, the witch loved their previous role play, but hearing her own name was so much better.

"You're doing so well for me, detka." Wanda whispered as she picked up the pace. Natasha's breath hot against her face as the spy yearned for their close proximity. Wanda then started kissing her jaw, her neck, then up to a spot just below her ear. "I love you so much, Natasha."

The redhead felt a surge of arousal in her stomach, this moment was so intimate. In a sense, she felt so safe, so loved, so well taken care of. She loves her, she loves her, by god she loves her...

"Wanda, f-fuck. I'm so close...." Natasha moaned.

"I got you, baby." The knot in her stomach tightens as it's threatening to snap at any given seconds. Natasha chants her name like a prayer, begging for her to go faster so she could have the release she so desired. And Wanda wants nothing more than to fulfill her needs.

"Wanda... Wan- oh fuck!" Finally, it snapped. Natasha hid her face on Wanda's neck, still holding her close as the witch helps her through her orgasm. They've had much more exciting sex of course, but this moment... this wasn't just sex. It was making love.

The realization that Natasha only felt safe enough to let go is for Wanda. That wasn't something Wanda was going to take lightly.

Natasha's breathing eventually evened out. They pulled away to gaze into another, though it seems like there was a soft blush on Natasha's face. Wanda couldn't help but to smile, it was so adorable to see the big strong Black Widow blushing like so.

"You're so cute." Wanda teased, leaning down to kiss her nose.

Natasha only scrunched her nose, but a small smile creeped onto her lips. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I should return the favor..." Natasha husked out.

Wanda bit her lip, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

⧗ᗢ⧗

Wanda entered the gym with a yawn, holding a cup of tea in her hand. She looked rather adorable still in her pajamas. Natasha noticed her and gave her a soft smile.

"You should be in training, witchy." Sam grumbles as he does more push ups, courtesy of Nat of course.

"Don't make me add another 100, Sam." Natasha replied.

"This ain't fair! You can't just give out special treatments just cause she's your girlfriend."

"You know what? Fair enough, just for that you get 200."

Sam cursed under his breath, "Go fuck yourself, Romanoff."

Instant flashbacks for the spy, yet she quickly shook it off before anyone else at the gym notices. However, she locked eyes with Wanda who raised her eyebrows teasingly.

'Don't...' Natasha mouthed.

Wanda only sipped her tea, while maintaining eye contact. It had a glints of mischief in them.

Damn this woman...

Whoooo, ok so i had this WIP for like weeks. And I'm the type of person who gets overwhelmed when one thing isn't done, so I'm gonna post this so i don't have the weight of it in my head for these college essays :')

I'm sorry that I'm gonna have to postpone all request until further notice, anyway hope you guys liked it! Also I hope the whole thing wasn't confusing, i tried my best to describe Wanda as Natasha XD I think I could've done better but with everything my head was elsewheree, anyhow enjoy!

[prince-toffee]

L I F E I S A H I G H W A Y !

Written by Prince-Toffee (me)

Art by the absolutely supreme @themazziah @cosmiccanineart

Created as part of The @spopbang 2024

Before we begin, I just want to say thank you to @themazziah for creating this absolutely gorgeous piece of art that you're looking at right now. It was so good in fact that I was inspired to rewrite the story to incorporate it into the narrative. When writers and artists were being paired up, I was sure I'd be left without a partner, but after you said that I was your first choice I was honestly so moved and touched. Thank you for picking me. Nothing I write could ever express how lovely it feels to read a kind comment like that. And that's why I'll try to get back into writing Entrapdak fics, it's been a while, and I'd love to do more, the world can never have enough Entrapta and Hordak in it. (and Glimmadora, my first time writing them, hope I did okay) Thanks, Mazz, I hope this story gives you a good few chuckles.

Second of all, thank you to all the organisers of @spopbang I may not know many people there well, but right from the start people were nothing but kind and helpful, and this event is a beautiful gift to the fandom. You guys are absolutely amazing!

Finally, on a more personal note, this is a three parter, I could only manage to finish Act One before the deadlines as I was working on my final university assignments at the same time, and now I'm finished and free! And I can't think of a better way to celebrate! I'll try to get the rest of the story out as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy this little space road trip.

Life Is A Highway

Act One (of Three)

~One Year After The Defeat of Horde Prime

CloneTown, or as the inhabitants of the settlement chose to dub it, Doormat, was a small shanty town at the foot of Mount Dryl on top of which Castle Dryl stood. The doormat of Dryl, of Etheria, of the universe, Adora assumed that was the intended joke. The warrior of light examined the sign closely, a hastily put together sign stood before her, it read: ‘Welcome To’ with CloneTown crossed out. A separate board, made of wood not matching the rest of the sign, was nailed underneath, on it carved crudely was ‘Doormat’. Adora never knew clones had a sense of humour, then again, it wasn't like she spent much time among them. Or at all. As She-Ra, the Protector of Etheria, she visited many villages on the continent, observed as many cultures of as many people as she could, opened her heart and reached out a helping hand to all... all except the newest refugees of Etheria. Every time she had ventured to a clone settlement, she felt unease - most villages across Etheria worshipped her (so to speak, and that invited its own unique forms of exhaustion), but when she set foot on clone grounds, she felt unwanted, which of course, she was. Perhaps the unease emerged from the fact that all the staring eyes that silently watched her stroll into town as she did so now, all belonged to the same face, the face of her old master. One she worshipped in her youth, but no longer. But that didn't matter now, now she was walking down the muddy roads of Doormat, and attracting quite a few puzzled, angered glares. Adora approached in her normal form, strolling up as a 9-foot-tall glowing, radiant, goddess might have been a bit too much. Not that it mattered too much as she still stuck out like a sore thumb, she was the only non-clone in the village, nothing she could do about that. The warrior was cloaked in torn and tattered robes, a hood obscuring her face, so at least they didn't know who she was.

Soon enough the Warrior of Grayskull happened upon her destination, Bar Nefcy, a local, clone-ran establishment. She got a bit lost, but Entrapta’s directions were correct. There was a hanging sign spelling out the bar’s name in uncharacteristically bright pink paint. Almost acting as a centrepiece of the town. From what she heard about it, the establishment acted as a sort of neutral ground for clones: regs, defects, and whatever came between. And as she entered the establishment, she wondered whether that mentality and ideology would extend to her. And almost immediately she got her answer as the chatter throughout the room stopped, all the various patrons turned to look at her, a sea of red and green eyes staring into her. She wasn't exactly scared, if anything came down to violence, she had plenty to keep herself safe, including the enormous broadsword channelling cosmic energy that would transform her into the most powerful woman in the universe. Adora made her way over to the barline and sat herself down, each of her footsteps making the wooden floor creak, which could be heard over the silence.

She attempted to stay invisible and stay silent until her contact would show up, however that turned out to be unlikely as she caught a glimpse of her bartender, a small “Oh!” escaped her and she immediately regretted it, and felt awful about it. Adora’s bartender did not look like a regular clone, he was downright bizarre, he was overgrown with vines, flowers, and moss, all intertwined and weaved into the clone’s being. Where his eyes would be, now two thick vines ran outward spreading into a patch of moss and grass atop his head. Effectively rendering the man, blind. Admittedly, she stared for a bit too long, but she didn't think he'd know.

“Well?!”

“?”

“I may be as blind as a bat, but my hearing is as good as ever. I heard you walk in and sit down, the floorboards are on purpose. So? What’ya want?”

Adora gulped, and put on her best diplomatic voice, “No drink for me, sir. I only ask permission to stay in your bar for- I don't know, uh, a few more minutes. I'm meeting a... friend, shall we call him. A clone. I'm a friend! An ally!” Whoof. She never had to pull that card out before. The bartender didn't seem to look convinced. The diplomatic voice slipped halfway through all that. “Please.” She finished with an awkward smile on her pinched face.

“Uh huh, look this is a clone-establishment, not for… natives. You're unsettling my clientele, so if you'd be so kind and find the exit as I can't, ya know on the account of a magic flower growing out of my face. Good day, Princess.” Wait he knew? How? Was her voice that recognisable?

Just then another voice rose from the back of the bar, from a far corner booth, “Ah, come on Manny! I thought this was a ‘neutral ground’ and whatnot. You gonna denie the guy their poison? They're just trying to get through today like the rest of us.” The bartender, who Adora now knew was named Manny, groaned in annoyance, if he could roll his eyes, he would have. Adora turned around to see where the voice was coming from. There, far in the back, in the corner booth, set an elderly patron a clone no doubt, he spoke with the same voice. But he too looked downright bizarre, unlike all the other clones. This clone was thin, like a skeleton, he looked sickly. (A defect, they were called, she believed, though not entirely sure). The lower half of his face looked normal enough, well for a clone that was. But the top half of his head was a glass-like red dome with some strange displays flashing inside like a radar monitor. And not only that, protruding out of his face was a long witch-like nose, sharp as a knife. Almost as sharp as the red teeth that formed a, what was meant to be a friendly, smile.

The clone wore a mechanical suit (of armour?) that framed his skeletal features. His feet were kicked up on top of the table. His feet resembled… clamps? Like mechanical vulture talons. There was another clone at the corner booth with them, but they had their back turned to Adora, they were clearly uninterested in this interaction. The vulture-like clone stood up and wobblingly made his way over to Adora. It was clear he was drunk. But from Manny’s reaction she gauged that this was his default state. The bird-like man spoke up again, “Leave the freak alone. ‘Serve all, not one’, right?” The woman noticed that the clone acted as if he had a cup or glass in his hand... But he didn't, there was no drink in his curved hand.

“V,” Manny spoke, so that was his name, “Should have known this freak was with you, something always happens when you're around here. Trouble seems to follow you wherever you go, and you always bring it here. So why don't you take your royal friend, and go lead trouble away from here.”

“I won't cause any trouble, I promise.” Adora proclaimed, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, she placed the page onto the table and slid it over to Manny. “I'm actually here on behalf of the Queen, to hand you this Establishment License to let you run your business officially... it was illegal before, just so you know. As a show of gratitude and togetherness.” Adora gave her best smile. Manny just looked at the piece of paper and groaned, he turned around and walked off with the paper in hand, grumpy. Adora swivelled around back to V, she awkwardly thanked them, “Hey, thanks, uh, V was it? For taking my side. And I'm sorry I caused a commotion here.”

“Eh,” He waved dismissively, “Don't take it too personally kid, Manny over there's still a little peeved that you turned him and a bunch of others into walking compost heaps back when you turned The Velvet Glove into a giant tree, heh.”

“I- I did that to him?”

“Oh, not just him, every clone hibernating in a pod and whatnot. Thousands.”

“Oh, gods, what have I done.” She murmured to herself, she combed through her hair, a thousand yard stare on her face. “I'm so sorry... I didn't know I was unwelcome.”

“Eh,” He shrugged, “Don't take that too personally either, neither is he.” V pointed behind him with his thumb towards the doorway. Adora followed the thumb to the silhouette in the door frame. Hordak. Her drinking partner had arrived.

The Ex-Lord of the Horde entered the establishment and silence befell the bar once more, the collective of eyes glared at him and followed him as he slowly made his way over to the warrior Princess. Not too different of a reaction that they greeted Adora with. V just then realised there wasn't a drink in his hand and so he moved out of the way to give Hordak room to sit down next to Adora. He did so. The villain maintained silence, Adora thought it was to seem intimidating, but in reality he simply had no idea how to talk to people, and was too awkward to be the one to begin the conversation.

Hordak was cloaked in a black cape and hood. His blue, curly, fringe poking out from under the hood. Another thing she just now noticed about Hordak was that his eyes were different, usually fully blood red with black makeup around, just now realising that those must have been contact lenses of some sort, because now she witnessed his real eyes. Soft and organic rather than the glass shields which is what their texture usually looked like. Now his corneas were fully pitch black with black pupils and bright blood red irises, the way they shifted about it somehow made him far more emotive. He was clad in matte black and gun metal grey plated armour with neon red highlights running throughout. No Horde symbol on his chest plate however, The Wings of The Vampire where nowhere to be seen. What Adora didn't see was the First One's crystal embedded within his armour powering his entire suit. He wore the same double slit dress he always wore, thighs on full display. That was certainly a choice.

Adora spoke up first, “Sooo, ahem, I'm sure you're wondering why I asked to meet with you.”

“Yes.” He spoke with his deep, smooth voice, “Entrapta, my dearest, did not disclose why you wished to meet. And why here of all places. I am usually summoned to BrightMoon by the Queen.”

“Weeeell, I thought meeting here might make you feel more comfortable. Heard this place serves drinks to anyone, guess... guess not.”

“Hmm, indeed. I do not drink here. I am unwelcome. I do not blame anyone for that belief. My shunning is just.”

“I thought you'd be a hero to your people, especially after killing Prime and all.”

“You killed Prime. I'm surprised many of my brothers haven't turned to worship you She-Ra Adora.”

“It's just Adora. And more people ‘worshipping’ me is the last thing I want.”

“And as to why many of my brothers hate me? Well, everyone has their own reasons. For many I will always be that authority figure, a High-General, sending them off to their deaths. For others, like Manny here, good man that Manny, they believe my... ‘campaign’ here has led to your people hating them. I destroyed any chance of a peaceful coexistence. I am keen to agree with him.”

Adora didn't disagree, but there was more to it. She did not want to unpack all of it just yet so she chose to instead change the topic of conversation, “Hordak. The reason I wanted to meet with you... I have a job for you.”

“I imagined as much. However, it is usually the Queen who imparts assignments upon me and my brothers. Why this- breaking of routine?”

“Because this concerns the Queen. This ‘job’ isn't her idea, it's mine, in fact, it took a lot of convincing to get her onboard.”

“And the mission is?”

“A road trip, so to speak.”

Hordak quirked his brow. “Ooooh-kay.”

“There is an Intergalactic Conference in the Summit solar system, few galaxies away. Glimmer needs to attend in the next few days. It's quite possibly the most important event in Etheria’s history.”

“And what does the conference pertain to? If I may ask?”

“Securing Etheria’s status in the universe. Glimmy wants to appeal to The Council of The Known Universe and have Etheria recognised as a developed-enough world to join The Council. Ever since Etheria had been freed from Despandos it has been at the mercy of the rest of the universe. As a magical mediaeval world, Etheria’s has been seen by the rest of the universe as ‘underdeveloped’ and ‘primitive’ and as ‘defenceless’. Becoming a part of The Council will grant us safety. Their technology advancements. Limitless food and medicine - access to planets they’ve constructed dedicated solely to agriculture and harvesting. Respect among other worlds. Protection from other tyrants across the cosmos like Prime. Make sure it never happens again. The Council of The Known Universe, turns out, was established to create a barricade against tyrant empires like Prime and The Galactic Horde. Etheria needs protection like that, but there's a problem.”

Hordak placed a hand against his chin as he pondered on the matter, “The Primusians.”

“Yes. You've heard?”

“I have, through the ‘grapevine’ as you would call it; clones talk, or think (telepathically), especially here. V doesn't keep anything to himself. Primus pirates have been assaulting crafts around the system, many of them clones seeking home off-world. They've been quite active since our ‘stunt’ with the Minister of Armament and Defence. You're afraid they have their sights set on the Queen. Making transporting her a major risk.”

“Yeah, you got it. I knew you'd catch on.” Hordak shot her an inquisitive look as well as a bombastic side eye, “Anyway, the plan is to send a new unmanned decoy ship on the route to the conference. Pirates explode it, and hopefully they'll think the bodies got incinerated.”

“That's that then.” Hordak remarked satisfied.

“Yeah, except Glim still needs to make it to Summit. And that's where you, and your... team comes in. I hear you have a ship, don't know how, but you do. You'll escort Glim on the longer way around the Black Donut system and deliver her to the conference on time.”

“That will take days.”

“One week exactly. One way each. That's why I’m here now, the Queen’s orders.”

“It does not sound like the Queen would be thrilled about this idea. My brothers can be... a lot.”

“She isn't. But she knows it's the right thing to do.”

Hordak sighed. “Adora why would I-“

“Because you owe me.” She suddenly became incredibly serious, her glare at Hordak hardened, and Hordak fell silent. He really did. Freeing him from Prime’s influence. Dropping in a good word for him at his trial. He most likely wouldn't have been with Entrapta at all without her. He simply nodded in agreement. “And... because I love her.”

“And you would trust me to keep her safe?”

“The same way I'll keep Entrapta safe while you're gone... So? Deal?”

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Day One (of Seven)

“No. No deal.” Glimmer remarked defeated. “This is a bad- ugh- I don't like this plan, just stating that for the record.” The Queen of BrightMoon spoke to the holo-pad, arguing with the screen. On the other side of the screen was a smiling but slightly scared Adora. Glimmer marched through the corridors of Castle Dryl, the never-ending labyrinth, that Glimmer was 80% sure was constantly shifting, trying to confuse her. It didn't help that she was constantly going down, deeper into the mountain. Entrapta was the master of traps after all. But Glimmer continued on her path anyhow. She had a map display hovering over the holo-pad that clearly outlined where to go. And surely this wasn't a trap, a planned scheme to assassinate her, right?

“I know what you're thinking; It's not a trap.”

“I- wasn't thinking... that.” She squinted at the map overhead, “I swear the corridors are moving, how is that even possible. It also doesn’t fill me with confidence that Entrapta called this, ‘The Basement’.” The monarch wore her traditional purple outfit, glittering cape, golden accents around the belt, shoulder pauldron, and of course her royal tiara. Her stern look faded away and a sadness took its place. “Why couldn't you’ve come with me?”

“~Oh, StarLight, I'm sorry. I want to always be at your side, and I would be if I could. But the strange signals emanating from the Crystal Castle, it could mean LightHope’s back. And if LightHope is back, which her is she? And why would she be transmitting off-world?”

“So you'll be on the other side of the universe.”

“As soon as I'm done I'll B-line it to you. Just- just wait for me. You're in good hands until then.”

“...I wish I could hold you, I miss you already.” Glimmer's words brought a warm smile to the She-Ra’s face. Adora turned away, avoiding eye contact, a blush rising across her face.

“I miss you too. But please, trust me, it'll be okay.” Adora turned to look at something out of the holo-pad’s view, she sighed, “I have to go. I love you. See you in a week.”

And the transmission terminated.

Glimmer sighed. Already missing Adora’s voice. She believed she was approaching her destination, a large mechanical door stood before her. The GPS on her holo-pad indicated that she had reached ‘The Hangar’. “Okay.” She accepted the journey ahead with one word. Glimmer swiped the touchscreen on her whole pad, the bypass code got transmitted to the control panel at the doors ahead. The green light indicated the door unlocking. And the metal doors slid upward with a hiss. A light spilled into the corridor, so much so Glimmer had to shield her eyes with her hand. She took a step inside and almost tripped over immediately. She looked back to see what it was, and noticed that the floor was littered with a variety of… strange and seemingly unrelated things; Pipes, cables, and various other pieces of machinery, she guessed. There were also art supplies; Paint buckets, brushes, canvases, and spray cans. As she turned around to face forward once again she ducked immediately as she was almost closelined by a low hanging clothing line, various photographs hung up along it. Various landscapes from the brief glimpse that Glimmer caught of it.

“Look out.” A familiar voice called out, but it came from an unfamiliar character. Glimmer followed the voice to match it to the clone face. The man wasn’t even looking at her, which meant she must have yelped quite loudly at some point. She re-composed herself and made her way to the clone, the closer she got, the more details revealed themselves to her. The man was, in fact, a clone, he had the same voice and Hordak’s face, but that was almost where the similarities ended. The tuft of hair on top of his head was dyed in a patchwork of every colour, it was quite strange seeing all that colour on a clone. But the most defining characteristic was the fact that he was wheelchair bound due to his two missing legs, amputated just above the knees. The defect was sat in front of a sizable canvas, a paintbrush in hand and in the middle of creating a new painting. The painting was, no doubt about it, gorgeous. It depicted Doormat, at the foot of Mount Dryl. The light that had blinded Glimmer earlier when she entered had come from the massive open hangar bay doors letting the daylight in. She assumed that was where he got the photos and references from.

“It's beautiful.” She remarked.

“What? This? Thank you, but no, it's just a warm up, and it's hideous. I think I might be having an off day. See that tree?” The clone pointed to a perfectly fine tree on the painting.

“Right.” She should have probably introduced herself, “I'm-“

“Cargo.” He finished.

“Not how I'd like to put it. But yeah, I- uh- I’m Glimmer.”

“I know. You’re the Queen. You send me and my brothers on suicide missions.”

“Yeah... uhmm, yes, soooorry about that, and you are?”

“Moe.”

“Moe. I'll- I'll remember that. Is Hordak here?”

“He's with Entrapta, doing… whatever mad-scientists do. Making time travelling microwaves that send your meal forward in time to when it's already done?”

“Heh, it's Entrapta, it wouldn't surprise me. She can do anything she sets her mind to.”

The joke seemed to resonate with the artist, he smiled, “We're taking off soon, Dak’ll be down in a bit, feel free to get set up on the ship, try getting used to it, the trip’ll be a few days long.”

“Thanks.”

Glimmer turned to the ship in question, The Annihilation it was called. It was a Horde troop carrier dropship repurposed as a mobile home to The Defects as they recently began calling themselves. Looks like they were really owning it. The dropship had a new paint job, no doubt thanks to Moe, an angry face painted over the cockpit, angry eyes and a row of sharp teeth. And a mural on the side of the hull, abstract, but unfinished, she presumed. The ship had Christmas lights hung up all along it, a TV satellite dish on top, and a footpath leading to the lowered ramp into the loading bay. The Annihilation was surrounded by a white picket fence, turf of fake grass, a small cheap fountain (kinda ugly, with a gnome spitting out water at the centre). And a mailbox at the front, not that anyone ever sent in any mail, it was all very cute however.

The Queen of Light made her way into the loading bay, up the ramp, and quickly realised it was... A living room? A TV, a couch, and a carpet. All bolted down so it wouldn't fly out presumably. She was surprised at the mundanity of it all, she was expecting something far more alien or militaristic. While her head was in the clouds she tripped yet again. She growled at her own clumsiness, “What? Do I have two left feet today? What now?” She looked down at what had tripped her up and she almost jumped out of her skin. It was a man, slumped over, on the ground, leaning against a wall, a cable lodged into the back of his head. He was silent, he wasn't moving. Glimmer’s thoughts raced madly; He's dead. They killed someone and stuffed him into their ship. She was looking at a corpse right now!

Then a voice came from above, “Heh, you know that happened to me once.” She looked up to see a skinny man hanging upside down from the ceiling like a bat, he smiled with his bright red fangs, “Mortar shell. Blew me into pieces. Turns out I grabbed someone else’s leg! HA!”

“...Wh- What?”

“Two left feet! We all match so the joints just pop in! Customizable action figures, batteries sold separately.” V cackled to himself as he descended from the ceiling and landed before the monarch. Glimmer wasn't sure how to respond, or what she was looking at, some sort of birdman? She was at a loss for words, since her mind was still on the potential corpse at her feet. “V.” He indicated himself with his hand.

“Is this a dead body?!” She pointed to the clone on the floor in panic and anguish. V craned his neck to look past the Queen. V waved it off matter of factly.

“Eh, don't worry about Drag. Kid’s just taking a nap.”

“So I shouldn't be worried?”

“Oh, well, no, you definitely should. ‘Nap’ so to speak. The truth is far more horrifying. You see little Drag is in a state of constant rapid brain degradation the curjigger he's hooked up to continuously recreates his brain through... woff nanobots? I don't know, Dak’s the one who does machines. The boy fainted not long ago, so he'll be out for a good while.”

“How long is he usually out for?” She still asked panicked.

“Uh, I don't know, varies, sometimes hours, sometimes days, whatever the story needs really. I'm sure he'll be back by the third act.”

“... What are you talking about?”

“I don't know. Anyways, make yourself at home, but not too much, the chaotic mess is on purpose.”

“The ‘I know where everything is’ type of organisation system?”

“What? No, I don't know where anything is, it's just to annoy Hordak. Sometimes I dump buckets of mud and dust inside just to see how furrowed his brows can get. Ha! He gets so angry.”

Glimmer just now noticed that V had patted the couch as he made his ‘make yourself at home’ statement. “Wait, I'm… sleeping on the couch?” She remarked in disbelief.

“Weeell, yeah, what did you expect?”

“A room?!”

“Ahhh... No. Heh. No.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Hey, it's not that bad, this is the best spot on Anni! You got a perfect view of the TV (which has channels from the next three galaxies). A few itchy blankets and who knows what wonders hide between the couch cushions; Just today I found Drag’s goldfish’s food... Oh shoot, I knew I forgot something.” He tapped his chin.

“I'm in Hel. I died, and now I'm in Hel.”

“HA! Not yet. But The End is coming. Soon!” V waltzed away saluting her away as he ventured off to check up on his younger brother’s fish.

“Wait! Can't I have Drag’s room? Or is his room the corridor?” She asked sarcastically.

“Sorry, Candy Floss, he ain't interchangeable. You’ll just have to deal with it.” The doors to Drag’s bedroom closed and he was out of earshot.

“...Great. Perfect. Great idea, Adora. Thanks, hun.”

-        - -

“I wish you could stay.” Entrapta sadly remarked.

Hordak took a moment to reply, he looked away and down, “... As do I, Beloved.”

It was another day, another mission and once again the universe had decided to tear them apart as it often did. It was especially bittersweet and tragic as the couple had plans for today, family picnic, so to speak. Entrapta sighed as she soldered the motherboard in front of her, their mask down and covering her face, “I was really looking forward to working on the power couplings for the hyper light telescope. I bet we can see the Lynks system from here! I heard rumours that they've managed to construct an entire artificial star! It powers their two nearest colonies!... I- I can wait for you... And we could do it together when you get back, how long can the escort be? Two?- Three days?” She tried to keep up a genuine smile.

“We estimate a week to the Summit system, and one week to return.” Hordak hid most of himself under his cape like a weighted blanket, “I know how much you love star gazing, you shouldn't have to wait for me. You should enjoy yourself without me.” He reached out for Entrapta’s hand. Entrapta let go of the soldering iron, and accepted the taloned hand of her partner. The Ex-Lord of the Horde softly massaged her hand, his thumb moving in circles.

She gently squeezed Hordak’s hand in return, “But I'd love for you to be with me. Us, together, you know?” She snuggled into Hordak’s chest, leaning her head against him. Dak held her hand and placing his other hand against Entrapta’s back, a gentle touch, “That's the life I wanted for us.” She murmured lowly, almost a purr.

“I know.” Hordak spoke solemnly.

“...It feels like we're apart every day now. I thought things would get better… and here you go again.”

“I know. But this request- it came from-“

“Adora, I know.” Entrapta lifted her mask, revealing a small smile, “That's the only thing I like about this.” That made Hordak raise one of his brows, “You, opening up to her, it's cute. She's a good girl. I'm glad you're making new friends.” She patted Hordak’s chest.

“Well, I wouldn't go that far-“

“Hordak.”

“Ah!” Hordak jumped, scared by the voice inside his head. The clone turned around to find Lee, another one of his brothers, just standing there – Menacingly. “Lee! How did you- ? Where? Why?!”

“We have a problem.”

*Italics indicate telepathy – Toffee*

“What?”

“The Queen is currently in our home.”

“Yes, she is the cargo.”

“…Why was I not informed of this?”

“Because you wouldn't have liked it.”

“We are transporting (possibly) the most powerful woman in the universe - that is going to turn heads, and paint a target on our backs. Are we not meant to be secret task force?”

“That is why we and the She-Ra are the only individuals aware of this mission. And, were you not the one who urged me to establish a more trusting relationship with the rulers of this world? Do you not think that a favour such as this would aid in improving relations between clones and natives?” Lee pondered on it, he nodded. He would have grunted if he could, unfortunately for Lee, his entire lower jaw was missing. By far his most noticeable and unique feature.

“...Sooo? Are we-? Is this-? Are we done? I'm just getting half of the conversation here, just so you know.” Entrapta poked in.

Suddenly V also appeared out of nowhere behind Hordak, “Hey we have a problem.”

“Gahhh! Where did you?! How- What?! Ugh. Yes, we know; the Queen.” Hordak face palmed.

“What? No. It's Drag’s goldfish, it's dead.”

“What? I thought you were feeding it.”

“I thought Lee was feeding it.”

“Well, I thought Moe was feeding it.”

Hordak sighed, face in his hands, “Fine, we'll figure it out on the road, just go, get out of here.”

Lee just looked at him, and turned away, “I'll be on the ship. I'm assuming all the relevant mission information is on board?” Hordak nodded. “Then I will be there, studying.” And the clone disappeared as soon as he appeared. V followed.

“He's scary good at that.” Entrapta remarked.

“Hmm.”

“I don't think he likes me.”

“They’ll come around...”

Both of them stood there for a moment, in silence. “So... you should probably get going.” Entrapta remarked sadly, not ready to let go again so quickly.

“Mmm.” Hordak looked around the lab, “Where is Imp? I wished to say goodbye to him before departing.”

“Probably hiding, lil rascal hates to see you go. He misses you you know.”

“I know…” A sadness washed over his face. 

“Look, I know you're at work, the last thing you need up there is me. But-”

“I would spend my entire life at your side! I love your voice. I adore your beautiful mind. And worship your heart for all the love you have offered me. You are not a hindrance!”

“Okay, okay, haha.” She looked down at the ground with a warm blush on her cheeks, “I know, I get it.”

“You think so little of yourself, I know how you are. And I do not appreciate it.” He landed a soft kiss on his partner's cheek. Which drew a chuckle from her.

“OK, OK, enough! You know I can't take compliments!” She exclaimed joyously as she smooshed his cheeks with her soft gloved hands.

“It is my duty as your lab partner to remind you of your worth, your beauty and your wonder, and that is just a scientific fact. Now, what- uh- what were you going to say before I rudely interrupted?”

From a large pouch on her utility belt Entrapta fished out a small Rubik’s cube-like object, which shifted in her palm and unfolded into a large two-handed holo-pad, and handed it over to Dak, “You know how I've been working on the intergalactic communications array?! So, I've been working on downsizing it and managed to incorporate it into a screened device - this holo-pad will allow us to stay in touch, even worlds apart. It’s only a prototype, of course, but it should work perfectly.”

What a loving gift. Entrapta always bestowed such wonderful presents, Perfuma proclaimed that it was her love-language. Hordak did not understand what that meant exactly, but his mind wondered, how could he further ‘communicate’ in this ‘language’? “Beloved, I- This is a most thoughtful gift, but... it is standard protocol to not take any contraband that could possibly link us to and could be traced back to Etheria in case the ship is breached... but, I suppose with the literal Queen of Etheria on board, that rule does not apply.” He smiled. Entrapta matched the smile.

“I will call you, when you're on your way, later today.” She raised on her tippy-toes and kissed her tall partner on the cheek, “Keep you company.”

“I would appreciate it.”

         Hordak and Entrapta lost themselves in each other's eyes as they often did, they wordlessly embraced in a warm hug. Their foreheads found each other, eyes closed, they allowed themselves to smile just a little.

         “I love you.”

         “I love you, more.”

         “Scientifically impossible, I love you far more.”

         “No, I love you more!” They giggled softly to each other.

-        - -

Glimmer had unpacked, to the best of her abilities, that is to say she was pecking at one of her packed lunch sandwiches and marked the couch as her territory by placing her luggage all over it. The Queen was now just sitting on the couch, slouched. This was going to be a long trip, she could tell. So she tried to distract herself by glueing herself to the TV. Unfortunately, the channel she was watching was broadcasting from an alien system with a language she did not understand. She could infer from the tone of the voice and the acting what was going on. It was some sort of telenovela, ooorr a reality TV show? No, Glimmer had no idea where the remote was. So that was it, her life for the next week. Hopefully Adora and the rest of the Princesses would take her on the way back after the conference.

         “Oh, nice, that's a good episode.”

         “What?” She turned back to see V standing behind her like a dad at a BBQ over a grill, a coffee mug in hand.

         “Sapphire Lakes. Great show. A handful of wealthy women who pretend to be friends are locked up in a small lake house for a week where they scream, lie and backstab each other for a cash prize. It's truly peak television. Tiffany's just confronting Jade about cheating with Keith.” He pointed gleefully at the screen.

         “How do you know all this? It's not even in Etherian?”

         V taped the side of his head, presumably where his ears would be, wait, did he even have ears? “Air-Vibration Translators. Convert any nearby language to clone speak.”

         “Huh.”

         “Your majesty.” Glimmer’s eyes followed the voice to the clone entering the drop ship, it was Hordak. Long black cape covering his body and draping behind him on the floor. His battle armour underneath, no longer bearing the symbol of the Horde, but rather the symbol of Dryl, purple gear with a star at its centre. Proud property of his wife. 

         “Hordak, finally. I wanted to speak with you.” Glimmer spoke up.

         “Lee here?” Dak turned to V.

         “Yeah, he’s in.” V replied, still glued to the TV screen.

         “What? I didn't see anyone enter.” Glim remarked confused.

         “Yeah, that's Lee. If he wants to, you won't see him all week.” V shrugged.

         “One can only hope.” She murmured.

         “I see you've already gotten acquainted with the crew. Uh- Make yourself at home, I suppose. We depart soon.”

         “Uh- Thanks...”

         “...”

         “...”

         “...Soooo, How- uh- how are you?...”

         “Yeah, I'm- I'm good- I'm alright... How... Are you?”

         “Good. Good...

         “... Yeah.”

         “... Alright, let's go.” He awkwardly turned around and departed to the ship's cockpit.

         V stopped on the way, “Hey, Daky, beloved brother of mine, my favourite person in the whole wide cosmos.”

         “What do you want?” Hordak sounded tired already.

         “Can I drive?”

         “No.”

         “I'm a pilot! I was a pilot back in the day! I'm good at flying. I'm a pilot... Can I-?”

         “You are not touching my ship.”

         “But you let Entrapta work on the ship!?”

         “That, dear brother, is because she's competent.”

         Glimmer huffed as she leaned against the couch cushions, “This is going to be a long week.” She returned to her slouching.

         Hordak marched up the small steps that led to the cockpit which was a narrow space; and sat one on the front seat, the pilot seat from which one would steer the ship via the steering wheel and the numerous unlabelled buttons covering the control panels on either side of the wheel, some blinking, some not. (How Hordak knew to press what, was beyond this trans-fourth-dimensional narrator.) V attempted to flick a switch, but his hand was slapped away by Dak, who didn't even take his eyes off the panel. V frowned like a toddler that was denied cookies from their mom, and he fell down onto the back seat of the cockpit, the navigator seat. The navigator would advise routes throughout space and monitor the status of the ship.

         A finger taped Glimmer on the shoulder, she turned to see Moe, now on board, “Can I take some of these?” He asked, pointing to the pillows on the couch.

         “Uh, yeah, sure.” She handed the clone the pillows, and watched him make his way to Drag. Moe climbed down from his wheelchair and gently moved his brother to lean forward, still unconscious, and placed a pillow behind his head. He wanted to lift his younger brother and place another pillow under him, but Moe, being a defect, was unable to lift his weight. So, he was surprised when Drag did lift up. He looked up surprised to see that Glimmer had lifted the comatose clone up by the underarms. Moe was pleasantly shocked for a moment, but continued and placed a pillow for Drag to sit on and one to lean against. Glimmer lowered him, and helped Moe up onto his wheelchair. And pushed his wheelchair to the couch.

         “Thanks- Bay doors.” He pointed to a big red button with a lock image on it. Glimmer pressed it, and the ship’s ramp receded in and the heavy shutter doors sealed them in, and would seal the void of space out. “Thanks.”

         “No problem.” They returned to the couch.

         “He's always sore when he wakes up.” He remarked worryingly. The gesture was cute, that little act of kindness surprised Glimmer.

         V’s voice echoed through the ship, “Non-clones and gentle-clones please take your seats as we're about to rocket ourselves into the void of space through a wall of fire surrounding the planet, so we're all probably going to die, so say your prayers to whatever deity you believe in, won't matter though because we live in a nightmare world where there truly is no god.” He announced cheerfully. A loud smack could be heard and an “Ouch.” from V.

         Hordak’s voice came through, “Ignore him.”

         “You’ll get used to that,” Moe spoke up, “That's like Dak’s catch phrase.”

         “Is your brother, the bird one, always like that?”

         “No, he's usually worse. He's on good behaviour since we have a guest over.”

         “Are we- going to experience some turbulence? No offence to your brother but anything he makes is usually held together by duct tape. Are we about to turn into a giant fireball? He loves big fiery explosions.” Glimmer asked concerned, recollecting about the Fright Zone.

         “HehHa! Yeah that sounds like Hordak, alright.” He wheeled himself over to a front corner of the ship which had a standing canvas, some small cabinets at the side supposedly housing some art supplies. There was also a small circular window at the corner framing the view of the outside. “The Annihilation has been through a lot, but you won't find a more reliable (and lucky) ship in The Holy Armada! You won't even feel the take off.”

         “How do you know?” Glimmer asked unconvinced.

         “Come take a look.” He just pointed to the window. Glimmer, confused, waltzed over to the window, her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. A blue surface, rippling and kicking up as the ship zoomed past; a river, then fields of trees, zipping by. They had already launched. Mount Dryl shrinking into the distance.

         They had launched from the side of the mountain, out of the hangar bay doors, cloaked by Entrapta’s holographic disguise field. Soon they surpassed the clouds, and pierced into the atmosphere. For a moment the window became coated in fire and flame. And then it passed, and now the Queen of Light stared out into an endless black void reaching out into infinity. Across the blackness were white speckles; stars, distant suns, sustaining worlds and civilizations all of their own, Etheria a distant speck to them all.

         Before they could leave Etheria behind there was one obstacle left; a barrier of warships guarding the planet from the upper atmosphere. An impenetrable wall of hull and fire power. The most powerful warships that side of the galaxy. After the Fall of Prime over a year ago the clones were freed from his control, left to aimlessly wander Etheria - for the first time in their lives without purpose. The clone population was stranded on Glimmer’s magical world, the Princess Alliance weren't about to just let their invaders take back their war machines and leave to who knows where, or worse, turn the weapons back against Etheria. So, at first the warships over Etheria were disabled. But over the following months, as Entrapta established communications with various systems, and rumours began to spill out. A sizeable number of them coming from the clone grapevine. The refugee clones slowly began to form pockets of community around Etheria. The Princess Alliance never stood against it, and even helped establish those pockets, BrightMoon was always involved in combating homelessness, a programme started by Glimmer’s mother, often allowing homeless citizens take shelter and live within the walls of BrightMoon castle.

         Within the clone settlements many managed to establish contact with the outside, smuggling becoming a major enterprise. Clones being the main item smuggled off world. Through Hordak various rumours reached her; Word of various larger neighbouring systems eyeing Etheria with watering mouths. Smaller less developed planets often fell prey to larger powers, Glimmer wasn't about to let that happen. And the answer was right under her nose. The clones knew how to operate the worships, of course they'd be supervised by BrightMoon knights, but to her pleasant surprise the clones dedicated themselves to their posts rather quickly and without much convincing or argument. They were desperate for a mission, for a purpose. And so, Glimmer gave them one; Protecting their new home.

Glimmer sighed, “I'm going to be honest I would’ve felt much better about this if the starships could escort us... No offence, uh…”

“Moe.”

“Moe.”

“Short for Mosquitor.”

“Oh.”

“I'm guessing the point of all of this is to stay unseen, and not to attract much unwanted attention.”

“It is. Heh, not to mention the reason why we're going to The Council of the Known Universe is to make allies, it’d be hard to do that if we just pulled up with a starship overhead. Don't want to prove the threats and fear mongering rumours correct.”

“Didn't you just reason your way out of the predicament?”

“I suppose I did.”

“Also, those aren't starships, heh, you haven't seen a Starship yet. Warships of The Holy Armada are impressive, no doubt about it. But starships are unfathomably enormous. Giant rings, large enough to surround an entire sun, draw power from it, often acting as a shipyard constructing warships for the Prime’s endless conquest. They’re pretty, in a horrifying kind of way.”

Glimmer couldn't even imagine something of that scale. Things like that often made Glimmer put things into perspective of how small and secluded Etheria was. How little she was in the vastness of the cosmos. It frightened her, but she chose not to think about it. But unbeknownst to the Queen that phobia had led her actions subconsciously. Many people are guided by fear, even kings and Queens, whether they know it or not. Glimmer, whether right or wrong, was stepping along the path of fear.

Glimmer’s eyes scoured the dark space and managed to spot a small brush of green among the canvas of black, the only spot of colour in space. “Huh.”

Moe took note of the response, “What? The Velvet Glove? Huh, looks different than when I last saw it, greener!”

“Yeah, that might have been my and my friends’ doing. My… friend, Adora, kinda,” Glimmer scratched the back of her head, “Turned the ship into a giant tree.”

“With many of our brothers still within.”

“Yeah, sorry about thaaAAHHH!” The Queen of Light embarrassingly shrieked as she noticed a third figure standing behind them silently. A man missing his lower jaw. He narrowed his blood red eyes, their wrinkles around his eyes more visible. Glimmer covered her mouth like an old Victorian maiden. “Sorry. My bad. Sorry. Hehe.” Lee seemed unamused. The old clone’s pupils lit up and he turned to Moe. Moe turned back to face him, his pupils lit up too. The two stared at each other without a single word spoken for a moment or two. Glimmer’s eyes shifted between the two. Are they buffering? What's going on?

Moe returned his gaze to the Queen, “He– ugh, welcomes you on board and wishes you a pleasant stay. And is honoured to be in the presence of royalty, especially one of whom allows us to stay on your world.”

Lee signed with his hands, clearly some sort of sign language, Glimmer managed to make out some of it, but not enough to further the conversation, “I'm sorry I don't know sign language, I- I should but I don't.” She remarked sadly.

Moe translated for his brother, “He just wants to discuss with you- uh- some matters.” He sounded a little awkward and nervous. Lee gave him an angry look for not translating fully. Moe just shrugged.

Outside across the depthless night a streak of light zipped across their view, Hordak spotted it, and moved to tail the craft. It was the decoy ship. As a mediaeval planet-locked civilization BrightMoon had no spaceships with which to cross galaxies. Which was why Adora got Entrapta to step in, and she was all too overjoyed about it. Being the genius she was, Entrapta fished out a crashed Horde ship fixed it up and customised it, now sporting the colour scheme of BrightMoon; purple, pink, and gold, even a painted mural of Glimmer on the hull. You couldn't get more overt than that, if this bait wouldn't work, Entrapta didn't know what would.

That was a lovely day, Entrapta and Hordak made a whole day of it, a date, that was what normal couples did so they thought they'd try it out too. And it was wonderful. Just them working together, bouncing ideas off of each other, problem solving, like two lobes of the same brain working in tandem. It was like a dream. Hordak would cherish this memory for years to come.

Hordak pulled up behind the decoy ship. With a single press of a button the clearance codes were transmitted from The Annihilation to the warships. Then; quiet. This moment was always horrifying. The silence. The wait. Hordak and the rest of the crew knew the codes were correct, Glimmer approved them herself, but each time Hordak’s mind briefly flashed to the thought of; What if the codes were wrong? If the warships would open fire, they would be dead in seconds - if not instantaneously vaporised by the battery lasers then they would freeze in the void of space. Seconds ticked away. They waited for the go-ahead; Hordak tense, V, behind him, completely relaxed and indifferent - the fear of death had left the old clone long ago, and then...

A green light lit up on the control panel. And the barricade of warships began to part like the Red Sea. And the tightness in Hordak’s chest disappeared and he released a sigh of relief. The two ships bypassed the armada wall and soon after separated, Glimmer watched the bait craft shrink into a dot out of the window and disappear. Soon the armada faded from visibility as well, and they were off on their voyage, no turning back now. Nothing but an endless stretch of darkness.

“Well, I guess there's no going back now.” She stepped up to the cockpit and looked on at the eternal night ahead.

V put his feet up on the pilot chair ahead, annoying Hordak, “Why so gloomy your highness. They should call you Gloomer. We’re here to have a good time! You know this is a road trip, and you know what that means!”

Dak: “No.”

Moe: “Oh Prime.”

Lee just turned around and left to his room.

V opened a compartment in the chair he was sitting on and pulled out a CD, and practically crawled over Hordak to get to the front control panel and slid the disc into a rectangular device. Glimmer believed it was called a CD player. And so music began to play from it. A country song come on not that our protagonists knew what that was exactly. The song began:

‘Life is like a road that you travel on,

When there is one day here and then the next day gone,

Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand,

Sometimes you turn your back to the wind’

Hordak face palmed, unable to escape the sound of the song, trapped in the pilot's seat. He had clearly heard this song a thousand times before. “I can't believe this.”

‘There is a world outside every darkened door,

Where the blues will not haunt you anymore,

Where brave are free and lovers soar,

Come ride with me to the distant shore’

Glimmer bowed her head down and sighed, “This is my life now... for the next week... No going back.” She echoed the words to herself once more. She turned and waltzed back to the couch defeated.

‘We won't hesitate, to break down the garden gate,

There's not much time left today, yeah –

THE DEFECTS, FEATURING QUEEN GLIMMER OF ETHERIA, STARRING IN:

‘L I F E   I S   A   H I G H W A Y  !’

‘And I want to ride it all night long.’

End of Act One (of Three)

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Next Time on LIAH

"I've been checking our food cabinets, some thing's eating our supplies, some thing's here with us."

Dun. Dun. DUN!

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"Don't be mad!"

"What did you do?!"

"I said don't be mad!!!"

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"Is that a shotgun?!?!"

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"Fifty Romulaks?! Where are we crossing over to Terabithia?!!"

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"Keith... I'm pregnant."

"I knew it."

To Be Continued

[thydungeongal]

Okay so as I posted earlier, I picked up Holveja & Hirviöitä, a Finnish retroclone/OSR game at the con last night. I do want to write about it in a bit more depth. This post is probably not going to be useful to any of you unless you can read Finnish, because there's probably no way this game will get translated: it specifically exists because the author saw a demand for an old-school D&D clone written in Finnish, inspired by the existence of Legendoja & Lohikäärmeitä (an unofficial Finnish translation and evolution of D&D 5e).

First of all, the full title of the book isn't just Holveja & Hirviöitä. It's Holveja & Hirviöitä: Pelaajan opas, the subtitle roughly translating to "Player's Guide." The book thus contains just the player-facing rules: character creation, combat, adventuring, spells, advancement, and so on. You won't find rules for monsters or designing adventures in this book. The author, Tuomas J. Salo, has spoken elsewhere about the fact that the game is likely not going to find purchase among anyone but people already invested in the OSR, and those people likely already have more GM's books than they need. I understand that rationale, but honestly I do hope he puts out a separate Game Master's Guide, because even in its current state there is a lot to love about H&H and I would love to see it expanded into a wholly standalone game. Also, I want to support Finnish language gaming. Even though I mostly hang out on the anglophone side of the RPG internet, I also happen to think that my first language is pretty cool and it'd be cool to play RPGs in Finnish with my homies.

H&H isn't a direct retroclone of any particular version of D&D nor is it a Finnish translation of any previously established OSR game. It is more like a best-of of the author's favorite elements of the OSR, picked from multiple different games and blog posts. It is most recognizably based on B/X, but it differs from that one too.

Here are some features of the game:

Four classes, corresponding to Fighter, Magic-User, Cleric, and Thief. No demihumans classes, and in fact no rules for playing demihumans at all.

Characters get a class and level-based attack bonus. Fighters get a full +1 per level, other classes varying slower rates.

No class-based restrictions on weapons and armor, but there are limitations on the use of magic and skills when unencumbered.

To make Fighters (Soturi, warrior) still stand out as the best weapon users, besides their higher attack bonus they also increase all weapon damage dice by one type (a sword that deals 1d8 damage becomes a 1d10 and so on).

Magic-Users (Velho, wizard) are vancian casters, nothing surprising there.

Clerics (Pyhimys, saint) use a spell-casting system based on expending a resource called Suosio (Favor). After casting a spell a player rolls a number of d6 equal to their character's current Favor, and if at least a number of dice equal to the spell's level come up 4+ their Favor stays the same. Otherwise it drops by one. I have no idea how well it works in practice but I like the idea of differentiating between Magic-Users and Clerics mechanically.

Thieves (Taituri, master, expert) are clearly more in line with LotFP's Experts than B/X Thieves. Skills are a 1 of 6 chance by default and unlike other characters they get 4 extra points to divide between "pips" in various skills to increase their chance of success, with more skill points unlocked at each level.

Characters have a single saving throw number (16-level) which is further modified by the highest of two stat modifiers for a total of three different saving throws. If I'm not entirely mistaken, this is also how Sine Nomine's more recent games handle saving throws.

Besides just rules for adventuring and combat there are very specific rules for owning property and investing in business venture to gamble with your character's resources between sessions. These also seem pretty much lifted wholesale from LotFP.

The three alignments are as they always have been, but renamed to work better in Finnish. Specifically, Law isn't Laki which would sound dumb as hell, it's Kohtalo, or Fate. I think Fate vs Chaos is much more evocative, and it also reinforces how alignment in this game is cosmic and not just a shorthand for "is your character good or bad."

All in all there's very little here that I don't like. I mean, except for the fact that unarmored AC is 12 and AC goes up which is just bullshit. Again, there is nothing remarkable about this game in the context of other OSR games, as most of its rules have appeared elsewhere, but the translation of often clumsy gaming terms into Finnish is solid. (I especially love that Hit Points are just called Sisu, a word that would roughly translate into English as "guts, moxie, pep.")

[factual-fantasy]

23 ASKS! :D Thanks ya'll!🎂

(Post in question)

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! I'M SO GLAD YOU NOTICED!! :DDD✨💖✨

Now the only cool detail that you missed/I'd like to point out about the clones is.. they don't cast a shadow.. 👀

I have a vague memory of them.. I haven't seen their characters in a while- I imagine I still like them tho :0

@unicornfpotatoesdir

Thank you! Though sorry, I don't take drawing requests. And that sounds like its intended to be in a romantic light.. I don't dabble with ships, Sorry! <:/

@neo-metalscottic

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD As for her growing power, I honestly don't know if it should be magical or not. Are there cookies in the game that can change size but its only due to magic?? I don't know-- I pictured it being something that she can just do and always could have. Idk if it would fit the games better if it was due to magic- I have no idea <XDD Sorry!

As for the Vegimals, I do intend to keep the original story. :0 Some strange eggs showed up in the side of the ship and boom! Out popped the Vegimals XDD

I'm sure the crew has done a lot to try and figure out what they are or where they came from. But there are some mysteries that just cannot be solved.. 😔

(Post in question)

:DD THANK YOU! I'm so glad you like her! :}}}

@sparkdrawsstuff

That's exactly what I'm trying to figure out <XDD but you're right about the found family idea! :D

So for the backstories, so far I have a few vague ideas..

Seafoam met Octo when he was like.. 10 years old..?? and Octo was like 2 or something- they grew up together as best friends and have been together their entire lives.

Now when they were teens/young adults, before they got their ship.. they worked in a local restaurant. Where they met Ellie. She was one of the cooks there. She loved to cook but she hated her job and hated her life. The only people who ever treated her with respect was Seafoam and Octo. So when they finally got their ship and were on their way to live out their pirate dream. Ellie went with them, and became their first crewmate.

Now for Louis I was thinking that he was really down on his luck when he met the crew. He had no friends, no family.. he lost his house, his job.. heck, his arm. Everything. I'm imagining him as some homeless person that the crew stumbled upon while they were passing by a fishing village of some kind. Somehow he joined the crew and became their fourth crewmate. Not sure how it happened but that's the idea-

Now the story for Blue is that when it was just the first 4 crewmates, their ship was out at sea and they hit a crazy storm. Their ship was a vessel meant for at least like 10 people, not 4. So when this storm hit there just wasn't enough hands on deck to control the ship. They needed to do this with the sails and do this over here and do that to stabilize it but they just couldn't keep up. Thankfully though its around that time that Blue was passing through and saw this ship clearly struggling against the storm. So out of the kindness of her heart she stuck with the ship and kept it balanced/afloat. Eventually guiding it to calmer waters and meeting the crew.

Seafoam was endlessly grateful for her help and thanked her. I think Blue wasn't used to people speaking so kindly to her.. so for a while she sheepishly followed the ship around and eventually just became an official member of the crew.

Now for the rest of the crew I don't really have an order in mind.. though I think Red was the most recent addition to the crew. Speaking of him- Red is Seafoam's great nephew. I haven't figured out the details but some kind of tragedy happened that took the life of him mom, and everyone else on his ship. Seafoam wasn't very connected to his sister or the family that she built. But he somehow heard about this disaster and got a hold of Red and took him aboard his crew.

There's also Pinwheel. I'm thiiiinking that they found her adrift at sea when she was like... 14..? And Seafoam really took her under his wing. He basically raised her. Her grim backstory before being lost at sea is still development-

Uhhh who else.. Oh! Cuttlefish. She was an experienced pirate from another crew that some how got stuck with Seafoam and his crew for a time. By the time she was able to leave, she decided to stick around becuase she really liked these people. I'm still working out the details-

As for Urchin, Coco, Tuna and Spidercrab though... aggghh I got nothin. I'm thinking that Coco was a stowaway..? And Tuna has clearly been through a lot. But their stories still need some time to develop 💔💔

(Also thank you for taking interest in my OCs! Its means a lot :}}} )

My good man I have done nothing but rest/sleep/hydrate/sit around for the past several weeks- 😭 If I rested anymore I'd be in a coma 💔💀

But have you considered, c h i c k e n

I don't intend to.. that just feels like a lot of work to get into- 😖

@minnesotamedic186

Oooo that sounds like a good character to take some inspiration from! :D

I'm goin through a very hard time atm but I'm doing my best!

@astaherussy (Post in question)

That is a TASTY prompt! 😋 Though I see it more likely that these things all happen separately as opposed to all at once. And I'm particularly interested in the first part of the prompt, since I haven't given Marsh much angst yet.. 👀👀

Marsh having a dream about his late wife.. and it just starts him off on the wrong foot that day. He seems more tired and gloomy than usual. But only Natquik picks up on it at first. Natquik might ask him how he's doing and Marsh says he's fine. Natquik isn't convinced but takes that as an "I don't wanna talk about it.." So he'd drop the subject.

But he could still try to do things to make Marsh feel better. Knowing that clearly he seems unwell today. Natquik would put in some extra work to help out around the swamp and pick up a lot of the tasks for Marsh. Just to give him some time to rest from what ever he's dealing with.

Later on that day, maybe at night time when Jack has already crashed for the night. Marsh could talk to Natquik and thank him for all his help. In which.. he might open up a bit. He could talk about the dream he had. "Its been years.. but it still hurts just as much as it did all that time ago." Natquik would be sympathetic. "I've lost those I love too.. it is hard to feel ok with it. I understand." They could talk, a few tears shed. But in the end Marsh feels like a weight has been lifted somewhat. It felt good to share his pain with someone..

alSO WAAAGH THANK YOU!! :DD I'm so happy to hear that you look forward to these posts! They take many hours to make sometimes <XDD

I have not, but a "happy" cartoon world corrupted with angst?? Color me interested! 👀👀

XDD Oh man, that would be spooky for sure! Though I worry about the stress that would put on his neck <XD Having to hold the weight of his entire body-

@2006-stupid-thatsme

I'm hanging in there as best I can, thank you for asking. <XD.. As for how I got into drawing, I'm not sure.. I've been drawing for as long as I can remember. I'm not sure what originally inspired me or got me started drawing. Though some of my oldest drawings are Sonic drawings, mostly Tails.. maybe that's what started it..? :0

And as for my style, that's hard to say too. I just draw what ever is easiest. Plus a lot of the shows/games/movies I like/draw are very cartoony. That's probably where my style comes from. :0

And My Little Pony? I have a lot of friends that are into it! But I myself have not watched it. Though I've heard that the story is actually a lot darker than people think.. 👀.. plus all the redesigns of the mane 6 look super fun! I've considered getting into it for sure.

Keeping up with another show though just feels like a lot of work rn.. 😔

@jesterpiecethejester (Post in question)

XD To be honest that drawing might be the brightest he can go. Any brighter and his coat would just be completely white XD

..Actually, imagining the foam and the coat kind'a fusing together and becoming this completely white fluffy coat with a long glowy cloudy train... Jester my good fellow you have given me a very good drawing idea 👀👀👀

@wdillustration

OOOO THIS MAKES ME THINK!! What kind of cookies would they be??? Of course there's the obvious "Polar bear cookie" and "Penguin cookie". But actually, like a food or a theme separate from the species of the character. What would they be??

My first thought is Tweak being a carrot cookie. <XD Kind'a plain but its a start.. Would Kwazii be a pirate stew cookie?? Or just "Pirate cat cookie"? Hmm.. would one of them be based on fish biscuits?? XDD

@chaotic-public-menace

OHHHH I SEE XDD Yeah that's a good idea! There's been a lot of times where I really want to finish a drawing and I'm excited to get it done! Buuuuut the drive kind'a dwindles and I start to slow down.. Taking a 5-10 minute break to doodle something else might be just the fix I need! :D

XD I'm not familiar with this meme unfortunately-

@manybrokenquills

XDD ITS OK!! THANK YOU!! :))))

@100percentevil

Uhg,, always a shame to see. Thank you for letting me know :(

@weirdweeb83

Such a pwebby kitty 💖💖💖

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Tiny Lover || Hantengu Clones x Reader

summary: was asked by @urfavdickrider : they asked hantengu clones with a tiny reader

a/n: thank you for being so patient with me and sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy this uwu. // also not proof read, please let me know if there's any mistakes

Sekido

"Aw you're so cute when you're mad at me, it makes me wanna crush you with my arms." He said in a teasing manner, which made your cheeks turn red and you puffed your cheeks out. Making Sekido laugh even more and pinching your cheek in the process. Yes he found enjoyment of making you upset, he loves how tiny and weak you are.

As you were stomping around you cross your arms. "Aw is little baby having a tantrum again?" He said, as he spoke you look at him and if looks could kill he would be on the floor family guy style. As he laughed he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "Okay come here you grumpy little human."

When Sekido wrapped his arms around your tiny frame you try fighting him and struggling against him but it was no use, you couldn't match his strength. "Shh it's okay, just relax." He cooed softly, and as he spoke he ran his nails along your hair, and soon after you began to relax. "There did you finally calm down you brat?"

"Screw you." You hiss out and snuggle you face against his chest making him laugh. "Tiny but feisty huh?" He teased you, and you turn red and he grabs your face quite roughly and giving you a sloppy kiss. "How could someone so tiny how so much anger inside of them."

Karaku

"Come on Karaku! Don't be like that! You know I can't reach that!" You yell out at your boyfriend and his laugh was heard throughout the house and all of the sudden he was besides you. Making you gasp out, but you put your hands on your hips. "Get it down, Now!" You say, pointing at your pile of underwear that was on top of a cabinet. Your boyfriend loved making you suffer by putting your belongings somewhere you couldn't reach. And yes it's cute at times but most of the time he loves getting a reaction from you.

As he was laughing, he placed an arm on your head using you as an arm rest making you growl slightly. "Oh come on now, you now what you have to do if you want me to get them down for you." He said, as you look at him you roll your eyes and sigh.

"Fine.." You mumble out, and slap his hand away from your head and grab him and kiss him quite roughly, and he immediately kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your tiny body. And after awhile you pulled away and gave him a look.

He giggled "Okay! Jezz!" And he grabbed your underwear and gave them to you, and you snatched them back and walk off. And he stood there smirking like crazy and followed you.

Aizetsu

As your boyfriend was holding you, he felt the need to protect you. He would just look at your small frame and frown, how could a human be so tiny? "Oh my Love, I'm not crushing you right? He said, his arms around you, he was holding you like a baby and it honestly felt great. You smile and look at him, staring into his blue eyes. "No, not at all Honey. You're not crushing me, you don't have to be so delicate with me." You say which made him frown and he sat up, placing you on his lap. "But what if your small frame breaks? I don't know what I'll do without you."

Aizetsu was rambling, and you were looking at him. It was sweet of him wanting to protect you but you weren't made from glass. "Honey.." You say, and he kept on talking. "Oh no no! What if you break! Huh! You're so tiny!"

Making you roll your eyes "Aizstsu." You say once again, and again he didn't answer you. "Love you don't understand, you're a human! And a tiny one!" As you called him once again and he didn't answer you, you had to think of something.

You grabbed him him the collar of his top and smashed your lips against his, and he immediately kissed you back. As you pull away you look him in the eyes. "Please Honey, I'm not as fragile okay? Could you tone it down?" You say, making him frown but he just nodded. "Okay my love, but could I have a other kiss please?" He whimpered out, making you smile. Wrapping your arms around his neck and giving a kiss.

Urogi

At the moment you were up in the sky, Urogi was holding you close as he was flying around the cold night. The wind felt so great blowing in your face and hair. "Wow is this what it feels like to be tall?" You say, making him giggle at your respond. "It does! How does it feel?" He asked you. "It feels great!" Making him smile even more, as he was flying around he made sure to hold you tight he wouldn't want to drop you.

After awhile of flying around he took you home, and when you guys entered you look at him. "Hey can you do me a favor?" You ask him, he looks you. "Hm? Of course, what do you need?" He asked you. AS you look at him you giggle "I wanted to see what the top of the shelf looks like."

And he gave you a weird look "Why on earth would you want that, its all dusty." Making you shrug. "I know, but as a short person I don't know what it looks like, so I'm just curious." You say, giving him the puppy eyes.

He rolled his eyes out and sighed. "Fine." And with that he held you up and you gasp out. "Wow you were right! It's so dusty!" You giggle out. "You're odd you know that right." He chuckled and placed you down giving you a forehead kiss.

[milogoestogreendale]

trobed fic recs?

i take my job as an armchair tumblr connoiseur of trobed content way too seriously so here's my giant masterlist of all my favorite trobed fanfics. i didn't cross check this with any previous lists so there may be some overlap but this one is more extensive and will include some older fics. also if it's not listed here that doesn't mean i don't love it, these are just the ones i specifically remembered to write about. please send the authors some love if you have the time to check their works out!

also i did go through all 87 pages of content on the troy barnes/abed nadir tag in order to find some of these. no, i haven't read them all, but i have read most of them.

fitter, happier, more productive by Toft: i've reread this fic so many times and i regularly forget it's over a decade old. if you haven't read any older trobed fics you are absolutely missing out

Advanced Cohert Dating by Aria: classic trobed fic, so cute and in character

Beginner's Relationship Detecting by KlavierWrites: in quite a similar vein to the last one, but i like both!

Fundamentals of Self-Awareness by Rainbowcat: a great lighthearted read, it's one of the most popular trobed fics for a reason.

Homosexuality and Homosociality in Queer Cinema by ama: this might be the first trobed fic i ever read? still so good and a must read for any gay troy barnes truthers

Annie, Abed and the Long Con by callmealvinandthechipmunks: know i've talked about this one before but it's just so great. the shrack plotline is genuinely one of the most canon things i've ever seen written for greendale

Introduction to Unconscious Bias by theimprobable1: i'm a sucker for the trope of troy thinking hes homophobic when he's actually just gay for abed

cardiovascular endurance and the art of recovery by clonetrobed: you guys know i love my abed h/c especially when it's to do with abed's bullying.

His Innermost Thoughts by LeetSpeak: my favorite trobed high school au, definitely inspired me while i was writing mine!

My Angel by orphan_account: trobed ghost fic that did make me genuinely sob

never could be sweeter by clonetrobed: this fic is just straight up a work of art.

Advanced Emotional Reconciliation and Anti-Clone Catharsis by Luuuna03: been a minute since i read this one but it's a great multi chapter reunion fic!

Fits Like A Glove by human_tennis_elbow: super cute trobed proposal!!

just you and i tonight (why don't you figure my heart out?) by r3medialcha8s: the day r3medialcha8s starting posting on a03... you just had to be there. their impact

the things we don't write in our autobiographies by fffggghhh: similarly to prev, the fic that put user troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed on my roster. god bless my insanely talented mutuals

Assignment Extension Rejected by ChrisSucks: speaking of talented mutuals this fic is criminally underrated

when it comes to a lot of the authors on this list i could put like every single fic they've have ever written, and there's so much i didn't get to, but this post took me ages so im gonna call it done.

[hislittleraincloud]

Fandom fic thoughts no one asked for:

I am highly, highly against Wednesday having any dialogue in which she speaks like her parents to her loved ones, i.e. all of that "Mon cher!" garbage towards Enid. It's cringey:

1. It's traditionally romantic and excessively cheesy, and [Ortega's] Wednesday is not. She just isn't, and y'all should know better. ETA: In regards to love, her parents are like Pepe Le Pew and a willing/enamored skunk (I forget if Pepe ever found his equal, but I do remember the girl cat got 🧠 'ed into behaving like Pepe usually does, which gave him a taste of his own psycho stalker medicine...ah, we had some fkd up cartoons back in the day). Wednesday would be like Michigan J. Frog...animated with only one person, in private...and that's still not a guarantee that she would ever want to emulate her mother, with whom we know that there are severe issues between them. Ridiculous, exaggerated displays of affection define Gomez and Morticia. To have Wednesday behave like that would be sacrificing the one thing that keeps her from turning into a total clone of them.

She can end up wanting to have love and a partner, and even a family, but that does not change the public mask [of a narcissist], and the notion that she would be perceived exactly like her mother upsets her. Direct reasons aren't given by the show, but by how they interact, we can see that Wednesday believes that 'everything is a competition'...but it's not [Morticia's] accomplishments that she rattles off that are the problem; it's somewhere, Wednesday picked up some terrible, terrible "I'm not good enough, I will never be as good as she is" blows to her psyche. From Wednesday's POV, she believes her mother is a narcissist (her self-awareness of her own narcissism is for its own post); only a narcissist would purposefully break someone else's chances of either being equal to or surpassing their greatness, and they get envious (and ego hurt) when it happens.

(...God, now I wanna program Ortega's voice to sing the fkn frog's song 🤣💀)

2. She doesn't want to be like her parents, and that would just...make her be more like her parents. This is the most major personal growth theme in the whole of the show, and it can't be ignored, otherwise it just turns Ortega's Wednesday into a generic iteration of a 'Wednesday character'. If it were one drabble or fic, alright, that's AU, but I see it in nine out of ten Wenclair 'drabbles' (if you can call straight-on dialogue shorts drabbles...we did not, back in the day) that clog up my fyp.

3. Her parents are extremely cultured and speak those love languages/romance languages as a whole together, to each other. Enid is not that kind of cultured at all (she can't spell, has bad grammar, and is just not interested in the same things Wednesday is). Enid would think it was cute, too, and Wednesday doesn't do cute, either (ever! EVER.**).

4. Again, Wednesday doesn't want to be like her parents, and it would be unfunnily mortifying to her to speak like that in public and in front of other people, even if she were fucking Enid. In private? See #1 and 2.

5. In Afterburn: It pained me to have her let slip the Spanish to Donovan on her birthday, but I did it because it was an unintentional slip, it was in private, and it wasn't a pet name, it was a command. She is very much like her mother in bed, but she also knows that Donovan isn't as cultured as her parents, and thus, she will refrain from that "mon cher/mon amour/whatever non-English pet names" crap.

6. There are so many other things Wednesday could call Enid (or Tyler, or Xavier, or whoever the Hell's she's paired with) without becoming a clone of her mother. Resorting to Gomez and Morticia's horribly cloying phrases is not charming, it's laziness. *channeling my inner Bianca here*

7. Now this goes back to #2 and #4, but on that note: There are obvious issues between Wednesday and her mother, and sounding like her disturbs the Hell out of her (or behaving like her, which is why Wednesday's eyes just about shit themselves in different directions when Fester said that her "death stare of disapproval reminded him of her mother").

It's almost like she has a glass eye.👀 It's there bc the AI picked it up hard I guess & it affected my outputs.

There is no way in Hell, no matter how juicy-tasty Enid's furry twat is, that Wednesday would suddenly decide that she should mimic Morticia.

I know all of this is gonna piss off a whole lot of people, but I don't care. It's not Wednesdaying right to have her call anyone by the same pet names her parents use, no matter how fluffy the relationship is. She just doesn't do relationships the same way her parents do. It's far more OOC to do that than even my pairing her up with Donovan is (which needs its own reasoning, probably in a different rant).

Rant over, and y'all can keep goin', but that's not gonna make the dialogue sound any less terrible and embarrassing.

**Afterburn Wednesday does do 'cute' with Donovan in private, but it's because of the fundamental differences from N/Canon attached to her core personality, i.e. she's hypersexual and has some regression issues here and there. Even still, she has a very hard time calling him any pet names because once again for those in the back: She does not want to be like her parents or associate her love with her parents' love, even as she recognizes that she is a lot like her mother. 🤷🏽‍♂️

(Also, I just read an incorrect assumption. Morgues have blood samples. They don't keep whole ass blood bags like blood banks/hospitals do. Get that right before you write me some Yoko & Wednesday.)

[ghostofskywalker]

Can I make a request for Fox where he’s finally gotten a break and goes to get some caff and reader in a rush for a meeting accidentally runs into him and then later brings him just the largest thing of caff possible as an apology?

I’m pretty sure that man runs purely off of caff and spite and I love him for it. Also I hope your days are going well. -Curious Curios

i'm doing okay, just trying to enjoy my last moments of freedom before the semester starts monday :) i loved this idea (and fox is my blorbo), so thank you for the request @curious-curios!

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summary: kindred spirits can be found in many different situations, both good and bad, but it was just your luck to find yours in the one situation where it was embarrassing.

or alternatively: why you should probably pay attention to your surroundings when you're walking the hallways of the coruscant guard with an open container of caf.

clone troopers masterlist

Fox's No-Good, Very Bad Morning

Fox looked at the chronometer that sat on the wall of his too-cramped office, and shook his head when he saw the time. He had been sitting in his chair for far too long at this point, and the morning light was only just starting to come through the gaps in the blinds of his tiny window. He had never returned to the barracks last night, and it certainly wasn’t his choice to do so, but he had simply couldn’t. There was still a stack of forms sitting on his desk that needed his attention, and countless more that were on his datapad. He was never one to favor front line combat over what the Guard did, but at this moment he almost felt jealousy to his batchmates that were serving out in space, because they would never have to deal with all this.

He had just started to go through one of the piles of flimsi on desk when the door opened to reveal Thorn. “You’re here early,” he said as he stepped in.

“When you don’t leave from the night before, I think a better designation would be ‘late,’” Fox said. “What do you need?”

“You know what? Nothing that important,” his fellow commander responded. “You need to get out of this room, I think it’s driving you crazy.”

“We’re well past that at this point.”

“Okay, then it’s settled. You need to take a break, and I don’t want to hear any excuses.”

“I’m the marshal commander of the Coruscant Guard, I can’t just go on break whenever I want,” he said, glaring at his brother.

“You can’t, but I can cover for you for a little while,” Thorn said, removing his bucket and placing it on one of the piles on the desk. “Just go get a cup of caf or something, because you look terrible.”

“Thanks for the compliment.” Fox deadpanned.

“Hey, I’m just saying. I can’t get you enough time away to force you to take a nap, but I can deal with some of this while you get some food and caf. And this evening, I can make sure you go back to the barracks, because this is not healthy.”

Fox sighed. He knew Thorn was right, he just sometimes forgot to set time aside for himself. It didn’t help that half the time the reports he did were for the Senate and he didn’t want to keep them waiting (sometimes they joked that an angry Senator was more dangerous than an angry Separatist). “Alright, but I’ll have my comm the entire time, so if something happens you need to let me know.”

“I know, I know, you’re a control freak. Now go get some caf, you’re making me tired just looking at you.”

Fox didn’t bother to grab his bucket as he left his office, taking in the bright lights as he walked through the halls and towards where the caf machine was kept. It was technically the break room, but the furniture in it was old and lumpy, so most of the time there wasn’t anyone inside. Even the chiller and caf machine looked to be older than he was, but he was at least glad that those they were both functioning.

The Coruscant Guard had been something of an afterthought when it came to organizing battalions for the war, and it certainly showed when it came to their rations. The one thing that they did have that was better than what the GAR gave them was caf. Hound, Thire, and Thorn were all excellent sabacc players, so occasionally they took turns ducking out of shifts and winning some extra credits on the side. Usually Fox would be more wary of what his men were doing, but they kept the break room well stocked with caf that didn’t actually taste like dirt, so he let things slide and looked the other way whenever he could.

Turning the machine on, it grumbled a little as it heated up the water, and Fox placed his favorite mug under the spout and placed the grounds into the correct receptacle.

He almost fell asleep as the machine did its job, but soon the delightful smell of freshly brewed caf filled his nostrils. He breathed in the scent that was one of the most simple of pleasures for normal citizens, but that was somehow the highlight of his life. While his mug was filling, he headed over to the chiller.

He usually drank his caf black, but there was usually some kind of cream that they kept stocked for Thorn and Stone, and he figured maybe he could treat himself to something a little more indulgent just this once. He looked around the room as if to check whether or not he was alone before he took the bottle and carried it over to where his mug sat (even though he knew no one would really mind if he put a splash or two in his caf), slowly getting more and more excited about taking a few moments to himself and enjoying this cup of caf.

He was feeling dangerous, so he tossed in a pinch of Hound’s sweetener. It smelled delightful, and he almost took a drink of the stuff right there, but he stopped himself. If he raised that mug to his lips at this point he would down half the cup in one sitting, and he wanted to savor this mug for once.

And everything seemed like it was going well for once, until he got about twenty steps to his office and someone came barreling down the hall, accidentally slamming into him as he turned a corner. Fox could only watch in horror as the mug of caf was jolted from his grip, and it was like the world suddenly ran in slow motion as he stared at it in midair. The caf splashed out the first moment you two had collided, so the liquid was not only dripping off his armor, but he had gotten some of it in his face. The mug hit the ground in less than a second, the ceramic shattering on impact and sending pieces all over the floor with a crash.

There was a kind of resigned mourning in Fox’s expression when he looked up, and saw you standing there with wide eyes. “I’m so, so sorry commander,” you said, looking absolutely mortified. “I was in a rush and I didn’t see you, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said. You had obviously not done this on purpose, there was no point in getting angry. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I was just-” you said, and then you completely cut off, eyes widening. “I’m sorry, I’m late for a meeting and I really need to go.”

You had disappeared down the hallway before he could even open his mouth, footsteps echoing away as he just stared. He knew who you were of course, you worked as a medic for the GAR medical facility that was housed in the same building as the Guard, and he found that you were a nice person to talk to, when both of your busy schedules allowed for some free time. He found you very attractive as well, but always kept that particular detail to himself. The look on your face was one of stress and worry, so he didn’t want to make anything worse by making you feel guilty for what was clearly an accident.

He continued to walk to his office, and Thorn looked at him with a confused expression on his face when he saw the caf splashes on his brother’s amor. “What happened to you?”

Fox sighed, sitting down at his desk and sighing. “Don’t ask.”

But apparently Thorn didn’t feel like heeding the warning. "Did you at least get to drink some of that caf before you spilled it on yourself?"

“Didn’t I just say not to ask?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll let it go,” Thorn responded before leaving the office, and Fox could hear his brother laughing to himself as he walked away.

But of course, he was only truly alone for a few more moments, because his communicator rang, and he had to get back to work.

***

It wasn’t for a few hours that Fox finally got the chance to take a step back from all the things he had to do, and the fact that he lost out on the cup of caf before was really starting to show. Fighting back a yawn, he just about to get up when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” he said, wondering who was on the other side (because Thorn had stopped knocking at this point).

You were the one who stepped through the door, a large mug in your hands and an apologetic look on your face. “I feel terrible about this morning,” you said, holding out the mug to him. “So I got you a replacement.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said as he got up and took the beverage from you. This mug was huge, he noted, and it was full to the very top. He wondered where you could have found such a large cup, because all the mugs in the break room were of a standard size, but he was not going to question it.

“I noticed the color of your caf today, and I put a little cream in this cup,” you said as he raised it to his lips and took a sip. “I hope that was okay.”

He didn’t know what set it aside from every other cup of caf he’d had before, but someone this was better than anything he’s ever drank. “This is so good,” he said, offering you a sincere smile.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Then I think you might be a little sleep deprived, because it’s just from the break room.”

“I’m definitely a little sleep deprived,” he said. “But this should help.”

“You’re going to crash eventually,” you said, worry obvious in your voice. “When was the last time you slept?” He went silent, not wanting to answer that question, but his silence spoke volumes. “I’m starting to regret giving you one of my giant mugs then, because you clearly need sleep more than you need caf.”

“I still have half a shift left,” he said in response, taking another sip of the caf. “I can’t just leave now.”

“When was the last time you ate something?” Once again, his silence gave him away. “Fox!”

“I’ve just been busy.”

“Still, you need to eat!” you said, rifling around in your pockets. Once you pulled out a small ration bar, you threw it onto his desk. “Eat that now, and then when you get off your shift today I’m coming back here to make sure you eat and sleep. What time does your shift end?”

“1900.”

You nodded. “Alright, I’ll be back here then, and then we’ll go get some real food.”

Maybe it was the caf that was making him a little crazy (the caffeine in the drink reacting to the lack of food in his stomach), but he smiled. “Is this your way of asking me out on a date?”

You tried to look annoyed at his little quip, but it clearly wasn’t working. “Will it get you to sleep if I say yes?”

He laughed, for the first time in who knows how long. “I don’t know, maybe.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but there was still a smile on your face. “Well I only date people who are not sleep deprived, so you’ll have to fix that if we go out again.”

“So you’re already planning a second date?”

“Shut up Fox.” He went to say something in response, but was interrupted by your comm going off. “I’m needed, but I’ll see you later, okay?”

He nodded and took another sip of his caf as you stepped out of the room. If it meant he got to go out with you, he could find some ways to rearrange his schedule to find more time to himself.

- the end - 

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[robotsandramblings]

interesting little thing i noticed:

Hunter & Wrecker don't have their knives with them going into Season 3.

and even more interesting? it's not because the Imperials took them away. it appears when they arrived on Ord Mantell, they left their knives behind somewhere - probably in Cid's parlour. (they could have left them on the Marauder, but that's so far away, why do that??)

and why do it at all?? it's such a weird and unusual thing for them to do. even on Pabu, after being there a few days/weeks, they still have all their weapons on them. so why'd they remove their knives at Cid's of all places??

i dunno the "in-story" reason, but from a writing perspective, my best guess: it's a plot device to force them / give them a good reason to return to Ord Mantell / Cid's and have a confrontation with her. guess we'll find out!!

(see below for photo proof of when we last see them and when they go missing, along with more in-depth discussion and theorizing.)

Exhibit A: Wrecker still has his knife right before Tech's fall. he could have lost it when the railcar crashed (we don't have a view of Wrecker's lower body until they're at Cid's and it's gone by then).

But, Hunter definitely still has his knife after the railcar crash.

Exhibit B: Wrecker's knife is missing as he sits at Cid's bar. Hunter no longer has his knife whilst waiting beside Omega's bed, and it's still missing when he confronts Hemlock.

So, they removed them when they arrived on Ord Mantell. where exactly they left them is a mystery. all in all, i just thought it's... interesting? kinda weird?? esp when they've never done it before?? and these days they trust Cid even less than before?? so i really do wonder what the explanation for this is going to be.

as to the "Why [don't they have their knives in S3]" and "Why write the story like that", i have a couple theories.

As i said above, most likely it's a plot device that forces them to return to Cid's, to retrieve their knives but also have a confrontation with Cid about what she did to them. (which could lead to her 'act of redemption' where she helps them out in some way, if that's the route they're taking her on. or straight up her death.)

(i do have my own doubts about my own theory lmao. like do they "need" the knives as an excuse to go after Cid?? not at all. but maybe they're wary of going to Ord Mantell specifically, because there's probably a bigger Imperial presence there now, but the knives "give them reason" to. idk.)

Another possible idea, though a long stretch, is that it will end up linking them to someone?? as in, Cid either displays or tries to sell the knives, and someone recognizes them - it would have to be someone like, i dunno, C O D Y !!! - and buys them and that's how said person discovers CF99 is alive. or maybe the buyer is a significant character and CF99 tracking down their knives connects them to this character in an important way?? lol yeah it sounds convoluted ngl

It's also possible the writers are purposefully "getting rid" of the knives because they don't want Hunter and Wrecker using them. (by that i mean, they don't want to keep putting H & W in situations where they can and should be using them against other people, but they're not, because "tHiS iS a KiD's ShOw" lmao.) (look back at Season 2, they hardly - if ever?? - used them, except against a droid here or there.)

(i hope i'm wrong, not just because i do want them to stab people lmao, but because it's entirely hypocritical. fucking Pong Krell BROKE A CLONE'S BACK OVER HIS KNEE LIKE A STICK. what the fuck is a no-blood-splatter stabbing motion compared to THAT!?!?!)

anyways, those are just my thoughts and ideas. i'd love to hear yours!

[systemadministratorclu]

🌌- Their alternate universe self

For Milo and/or Rourke from the muse reactions meme

@the-haunted-office

//Since I already had someone ask for them meeting canon Rourke, I'll have them meet canon Milo here. My Rourke will love that. :D //

They're just minding their own business, standing on the roof and looking out over everything and just enjoying an evening together when it happens. Now, people from other universes just appearing out of nowhere isn't unusual, but it's usually some random person neither of them knows. So it's not a surprise when a portal opens and drops someone into their midst, rather, the surprise is who that someone is.

As soon as he arrives, after groaning a little from the fall, he's on his hands and knees searching for something. Probably the pair of glasses right by Rourke's foot. He picks them up while Milo goes to the stranger's side.

"Are you okay? Anything hurt?" He asks, causing the stranger to look up at him.

"Here you go, I think these are yours." Rourke adds, placing the glasses on the stranger's fingers. He tenses up when Rourke speaks, but he takes the glasses and carefully puts them on......and immediately scrambles away from Rourke.

"H-How are you here? Y-You're dead! I saw you die! I saw you die in the volcano by Atlantis!" They're both shocked by the voice and by what they see now. Because Milo finds himself staring at.....well......himself. And Rourke is now looking at two Milos. A pair of rings on one's hand is quite literally the only difference between the two. Well, that and the new one is dressed in Atlantean clothes and barefoot, where his Milo is in a tank top, military pants, and boots. But other than that, they're exactly the same.

"Uh, no, I can assure you I'm very much alive." Rourke said, raising an eyebrow to conceal his 'I am so screwed' look. There were two inhumanly adorable little nerds now.

"Hey, it's okay." His Milo assured, "He's right, he's very alive. And you don't have to be scared of him, he's-Lyle, stop making weird faces, you're gonna scare him-he's good. I know, you're scared outta your mind and confused, but you're gonna be okay."

"He tried to steal the-" Canon Milo cuts himself off as he looks closer at the big man, as the exact clone of himself at his side is too weird right now. It is definitely Rourke, and yet, it's not the Rourke he knows. This one isn't trying to kill him, for one thing. But as Canon Milo looks closer, he sees that this Rourke is wearing an Atlantean crystal and has a tattoo of the Heart just like his, except Rourke's is on the opposite shoulder. And he doesn't remember Rourke ever having a wedding ring, yet this Rourke has one. And all these features are shared by his clone at his side. Most telling about this Rourke are his eyes. Still a deep brown, but softer and warmer, looking at him with concern, not hate or bloodlust. Now he thinks about it, even the voice is different, with a softer tone to it.

Canon doesn't move away this time as Rourke sits down beside him, leaned against the wall around the rooftop. He tenses when Rourke moves closer, but all the big guy does is put an arm around him.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of ya," Rourke says, giving him a small smile as his Milo moves to his other side and leans against him until Rourke's other arm wraps around him.

"What he said." Milo agreed, "Just stick with us. You'll be okay." Canon nods, then yawns and Rourke bites back a smile......until his Milo does the same. The stars have come out on a moonless night by now.

And Rourke sits against the wall with two Milos in his arms, both of them having fallen asleep against him and a smile on his face at the double dose of cute he now holds close.

[thegodcyclecomic]

Hello. I wanted to wish you good luck and health. As I understood from your previous answers, Athena is in many ways similar in character to a number of anime characters. The question is, can the same be said about the others?Ares is a mix of Yato from Noragami and Nanashi from Sword of the Stranger (they are both warriors, and Yato is generally the god of war... in addition, Ares is a caring father, and these two play a father figure for Yukine/Kotaro)Apollo is somewhat reminiscent of Kars from JoJo, and Artemis is a typical cutie sister who, in fact, at any moment if someone tries to "take" her brothers to bed, will destroy this person. (Yes, yes, a yandere sister... well, or Athena is like that... who knows what she will think - if she sees Ares find himself a new rival...)P.S. I would have said about Phobos and Deimos - but we've already talked about them here. Oh, you shouldn't have drawn them as cat-boys... that's the general fetishism of anime fans. Advice: DON'T DRAW THEM IN WOMEN'S CLOTHES OR IN A CUTE LOOK! EVEN IF THEY ASK AND PAY! OR THE INTERNET WILL BE FILLED WITH PIRATE H*NTAI WITH THEM! YOU DON'T REALIZE THE DANGER OF THE POWER OF CAT-BOYS!!!

I made a board of characters that are most similar to Ares. You're not wrong about Yato, these are just the ones that came to my mind first.

Ajax "Childe" Tartaglia - Genshin Impact

Most similar to the Ares I'm writing to write. There is nothing he loves more than a life-or-death struggle in ceaseless combat. He is a master of all weapons (except the bow) and strives to become stronger every day. He is also a family man with his own set of moral codes that work for the military organization of his country. He worked his way up the ranks to Harbinger after being recruited as a child. He also has a name inspired by a character from Greek Mythology so that's a bonus too.

The rest of the characters on this list are as follows:

Anakin Skywalker - Star Wars Clone Wars

Raiden - Metal Gear Rising Revengence

Yuuya Kizami - Corpse Party

Thorkell - Vinland Saga

Special Mentions:

Lalo Salamanca - Better Call Saul

As for Artemis if someone showed interest in her brother...

[kyros-tha-soldier]

CHAPTER 1011 spoilers

I'm back after two weeks of having stupid painful eyesore! Still not fully healed but lasik generally takes a while to heal, oh well... into the SPOILERS!

🌟The chapter's title is "Dear bonney", it's a reference to the letters Kuma has been sending to lil Bonney, but what about those letters? Are they important? Welp, let's see the rest of the spoilers and we'll understand more

🌟colorspread contains all the vegapunks!

🌟so, the chapter starts with A flashback INSIDE the flashback, with Kuma remembering how once he and Dragon were on goa and Kuma curiously asks Dragon abot why he knows a lot about Goa, and why does he always keep his eyes on one boy (the boy of course being our precious luffy)

🌟Dragon sternly answers "keep talking if you wanna die" (this might be a mistranslation since i heard somewhere else he said "if you want to kill me then keep talking" maybe as a way to show that the topic Kuma was talking about is too sensitive and dangerous Dragon) and honestly this felt so out of character for dragon to say to his comrade like...

Isn't he already on your team?

🌟Dragon drops s hot line to clear his "fraud dad" allegations and says "a child is a parent's weakness", strong enough that poor Kuma apologized and stopped talking

🌟mini flashback ends with Kuma entering mount Kolumbo and observes a 16 years old luffy practicing. He gets a call on his den den mushi and luffy ends up hearing it ring, and before he tries to check, we find that Kuma has already left. Luffy just shrugs it off as some very strong animal and continues on his shenanigans

🌟 the call was frim the world government about a merchant ship getting attacked by pirates. So basically they told him to give those pirates hell because that's basically his job as a warlord

🌟throughout the chapter kuma is writing bonney letters, he is narrating them and talks about how much he loves her, how much he cares for her and all the great and amazing things he saw while traveling and how bad he wants to travel with her.

h-he's so pure, my god he's such a gentle daddy! GOD ODA STOP GIVING YOUR TOUGHEST BATTLES TO YOUR MOST LOVING DADS/MOMS

🌟 however unfortunately for our favorite bearguy priest, his letters never reached Bonney since the nurse lady alpha, would get rid of them so Bonney won't read them because well... duh they might contain some sensitive info, and since they're trying to make this whole ordeal a secret away from bonney, she makes sure no letters arrive.

🌟Luckily, Bonney has queen connie on her side, and her being the amazing granny she is she tells bonney not to show her abilities to any of the cipher pol agents, saying that "a smart hawk must always hide it's claws!"

🌟 Kuma visits Vegapunk's lab for more pacifista stuff and meets stussy (the clone that was made three years ago) and she sarcastically tells him "i wonder who's more unfortunate, a human with no consciousness or a clone with consciousness" Vegapunk (now with the apple head) reprimands her and tells her that she's indeed a human...

But like

CUT MY MAN KUMA SOME FUCKING SLACK!!! Y'ALL BETTER START TREATING HIM RIGHT!!!!

🌟 Vegapunk explains to Kuma that his transformation will be complete soon in one year, and until then he won't have a single emotion or thought left.

🌟 we see Kuma helping the revolutionary army, however he's a lot more silent now since he has reached a point where the modifications have become a lot more radical. Dragon and the others sense that something isn't right with Kuma

🌟we go back to sorbet island where Bonney is celebrating her ninth birthday, she still didn't receive a single letter from the ones Kuma had sent her. Bonney is now 100% healed but Alpha won't let her out until she reaches her 10th birthday since that's what the deal with Kuma was about

🌟 however our precious and beautiful Qweenie, granny connie, tells Bonney that she heard from a local town bar that alpha and her "staff" aren't actually medical staff and are in fact world government agents. They realize how bad is the situation and the people of Sorbet as well as Connie prepare for Bonney's escape. They bring a pizza themed ship, Gyogyo, poteto and Totsu (the three guys we always see in Bonney's crew) embark with her to go find Kuma, and Connie switch clothes with Bonney.

🌟 however, alpha and her team find out about this and follow bonney. Alpha is using geppou and threatens bonney that if she doesn't come back she will beat her up and lock her up (way to be such a scum to beat a child)!

🌟 just then, Bonney imagines one of the instances where Kuma talks to her about Nika and she asks him what he looks like and he tells her he doesn't really know but his body is rubbery.

🌟 bonney uses her toshi toshi ability and warps herself into Nika, delivering a FAT punch right to the jaw of Alpha (that looked like a really painful punch in the panel)

AAAAAAAND that's all folks!

[reader6898]

First meeting

Pairing: OC Lana x Rex

Summary: Rex and Lana meet each other

Warning: None. Cute first meeting and two people being awkward around each other

A/n: Lana and Rex are my second favorite couple next to Talia and Wolffe

"I can't wait to see Anakin again. It's been so long since we've seen each other." Lana gives Padme a smile as the two of them wait for the transport ship to arrive with the returning troops. They had snuck onto the landing bay and if anyone saw them and they chose to ignore a senator and her aide. "I'm sure he can't wait to see you as well, Padme."

Lana and Padme were basically sisters and did almost everything together since they were children after Padme's family took her in. Lana was by her side when Padme was Queen and when she became Senator of Naboo Padme asked Lana to be her aide and of course she said yes. Lana was even there when Padme and Anakin Skywalker secretly got married not long after the war started. They really have been through everything together.

The transport ship bringing Anakin and his men back arrived and Padme waited until all the men dispersed before running to him. "Ani!" Padme ran into his arms and Anakin swung her around in a tight hug before setting her down and kissing her.

Lana smiled at the couple before looking away to give them a bit of privacy. Seeing Padme so happy and in love sometimes made Lana wish that she had someone like Anakin to go home to at the end of the day. Anakin was the sweetest man and with him being a Jedi it reassured Lana that Padme had someone to love and protect her.

"What are you doing here?" "I wanted to surprise you so Lana and I snuck down here." Anakin chuckled as he looked over at his wife's adoptive sister. Anakin was grateful for Lana. She always stayed with Padme when he had to leave for a mission and it gave Anakin a peace of mind that Padme had someone to stay with her.

"it's nice to see you, Lana." Lana turned to him and nodded her head in greeting. "You too, Anakin." Lana stood back as Anakin and Padme continue their conversation so that they could have their space . Since Anakin was back now Lana would be heading back to her empty apartment and the thought made her heart ache a little.

As she stood there Lana felt someone tap on her shoulder and she turned around to see a clone with blonde hair and the usual brown eyes looking down at her. From the color of his paint on his armor she immediately knew that he was one of Anakin's men. She also couldn't deny that he was quite handsome.

Lana quickly realized that she's staring and blushes a little as she speaks. "Yes?" "You..uh..I think this belongs to you." The man holds up her blue head scarf in his hand. "Oh. T-thank you. I didn't even notice it wasn't on me." Lana takes the scarf from him and puts it on her head.

The two of them stand there and stare at one another quietly. They stay like that until Padme and Anakin walk over to them. The man stands up a little straighter. "Everything okay?" Lana looks at Padme. "Fine. He was just returning my scarf." "Ah. Got it." In this moment Anakin decided to play matchmaker for his captain. "This is Lana. Senator Amidala's aide. Lana, this is captain Rex."

"H-hello." Rex looks at Lana. She was the most beautiful woman he's ever met. He clears his throat as it suddenly became dry. "Ma'am." Even though plenty of clones called her that it suddenly felt different with the clone captain. Lana blushes a little more and Rex does the same. Anakin and Padme watch the cute encounter before Padme takes Anakin's hand in hers.

"We should probably go. I have to get back to the senate building and I'm sure you have to return to the temple. Obi-Wan and the council will certainly be waiting for you." Anakin groaned but agreed with Padme. They kiss each other one last time and say goodbye to one another.

Lana and Rex were pulled out of whatever spell they were under. "Thank you. For returning my scarf I mean." Rex cleared his dry throat again. "Of course." Padme starts to walk away to where they stashed their speeder. "I should probably go. It was nice meeting you, captain." Rex nodded. "You as well...ma'am." You gave him a small smile and started to walk away.

Rex turned and watched. Lana turned one last time and looked back at him before tucking her hair behind her ear and turning around to follow the senator. Once she was gone Rex let out a breath he didn't know he was holding until Anakin placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'll see you in a few days. Enjoy your shore leave, Rex." Rex saluted Anakin and Anakin walks away.

Rex turned back in the direction of where Lana had been walking. She was truly the most beautiful woman he has ever met and in this moment he knows that he just has to see her again.

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