#gingerbread clones

[legomocfodder]

Jedi Santa and his Gingerbread troopers

With Christmas coming up, I wanted to be a little festive with this week's minifigs. The Gingerbread troopers are inspired by the Christmas Star Wars Black Series clone from 2022

Happy Holidays everyone!!

[supertaliart]

R2-D2 and C-3PO are Mel and Sue in my GBBO/Star Wars crossover.

[lunarninja613]

I made a gingerbread replica of the house in my fanfiction, Aliit be Shuk’la Runise.

Please ignore my younger sister in the background. I did my best to block out her face.

[neyswxrld]

gingerbread war

Fives x reader (gn)

summary: Building a gingerbread house with Fives.

warnings: slightly suggestive if you want to read it like that

word count: ~640

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a/n: my grandma build a  gingerbread house with me once. it was horrible.

p.s. english isn't my mother tongue, sorry for misspellings!

Originally, you were planning on making one big and nice gingerbread house. But both of you weren't good with baking, so you decided to just buy a gingerbread kit and follow the instructions.

Well, it's clearly easier said than done.

It all started in the store: Fives wanted the Minion-themed kit, you were a big fan of the Frozen one. So you bought both.

"Make your own house, mine will be great!" he says, more like a joke, but you're never one to turn down a challenge.

"Fine. The better one gets a special gift!" you agree. Immediately, a determined look settles on Fives' face.

"Are you sure about that? Mine is going to be so much better than yours!" he tells you, dedicated. You just huff out an amused breath.

"Never in a million years!"

And that starts your small kitchen fight.

While you follow the instructions, you see Fives struggling with his glue. Yours was thick and white while his looks like a sad version of that.

You place the single pieces of the house according to the plan, and with the tip to stabilize the walls with a few things that lay around, you soon finish the walls of the building. Now, you just need to decorate it!

You place a few chocolate buttons and Gummi Bears by hand, use the sugar glue as ice decorations, and sprinkle it with colorful sprinkles. In the end, you put some icing sugar on top of it all, so it looks like a layer of snow.

When you are happy with the result, you turn over to Fives, who has barely finished his ground plan.

"It has to dry for a few minutes," he explains as he notices you staring with a raised eyebrow. "It isn't about which one is finished faster. It is about which one is prettier," he explains, like you don't know.

But to be honest, you've already won. Your house is nice and clean, and his walls are full of his weird sugar glue.

You don't say anything, just keep looking skeptical at him. Fives glances back at you with an innocent expression on his face.

Just at that moment, his house makes a small cracking noise. All the walls start to fall down. He sighs, disappointed.

"Well, if you had made a better glue, this wouldn't be a problem now," you say dryly. Fives glances at your house, then at his... ruin, and back to yours.

"Mine is abstract art," he tries to save himself one last time, but you shake your head.

"Absolutely not. I won," you declare, and after another few quiet moments, he sighs and nods.

"Okay. Would be a lie, too, if I told you I don't already know what gift I'm going to give you," Fives suddenly smirks and wiggles his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, smiling, but don't complain when he pulls you over and closes his arms around you from behind.

"But first, I still want a Minion gingerbread house. Can you help me, please?" he asks kindly, batting his eyes. You agree, rolling your eyes playfully.

A few hours later, you are sitting in the living room on the couch, huddled together beneath a warm blanket, and observe your little houses with much joy. Fives' house still turned out relatively well in the end, and yours also looked very cute.

"Oh, I forgot something!" Suddenly, Fives sits up and starts to rummage through his pockets. "What is it?" you ask, confused, but he has already found his little thing and goes right over to the houses.

"Look, this is us!" he says proudly and places two small, yellow figures in front of his house. They are holding hands and grin widely.

Since that moment, you can't stop the flutter of your heart and that lovesick smile that appears on your lips whenever you look at his house.

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[earlgreytea68]

Advent Drabble 16 - Gingerbread

Requested by @bertilakslady

“Sorry for dropping by unexpectedly,” Lestrade said as he unwound his scarf. “I was just at loose ends and thought you might be in the mood for a hot toddy or two.”

John was about to say of course when Sherlock said scathingly, “What’s the matter? Is my brother busy toppling another country’s government?”

John said brightly, “Please come in. I hope you don’t mind that you’re just in time for the annual gingerbread decorating.”

“Oh, fun! What are we making?” Lestrade glanced over Oliver’s shoulder.

“Anatomically correct corpses of all the victims of Jack the Ripper,” Oliver explained happily.

[icaruskeyartist]

Want something in between squishy soft HD and TL whump rn so here we go with some clone au shenanigans. Anyway, for shits and giggles, Moon gets to join security patrol at night before he's infected cause why not? He gets so little as the naptime attendant.

The first time you meet Moon it's because you managed to get locked inside the pizzaplex after hours. It takes you a minute to process that you're locked in, sort of blankly staring at the metal shutters keeping you inside.

"It's past your naptime," a voice says from behind you in a low, almost hissing manner, and you jump, lashing out with one of your crutches reflexively. Honestly, it'd be more accurate to say you lashed out with your arm, and the crutch just followed, attached as it was to said arm. Either way, it hit your target with a jarring metallic thunk that vibrated all the way up to your shoulder and teeth, rattling you.

Meanwhile, your would-be assaulter swings back and forth on its wire, dramatically holding its chest. "I've been had!" He drops to the ground, clearly "dying" from the blow.

You scowl when you recognize Moon from its posters, leaning on your other crutch. When you make no effort to respond to his theater, he sits up, watching you with mismatched eyes. "You shouldn't be here."

You just stare. You know this already, so what's the point of it telling you?

"You're the one that doesn't speak." Moon leans forward, over you, menacing in its height. You stare up at it blankly before using a crutch to push it back. You're not gentle. Moon rolls away, tucking into a ball instead of giving a proper backflip. It still pops up dramatically, like a gymnast giving their final bow, and you roll your eyes.

The Daycare Attendant is a jester. You really shouldn't be surprised by the dramatics. You just don't think it would be particularly amused if it knew the last time you actually laughed.

"You are skilled with your sword," Moon says, its tone teasing as it inches closer, safely out of range. "I'll need maintenance soon if you don't leave."

You gesture at the shuttered doors in irritated response. It's not like you want to be standing here being semi-lectured by a robotic nanny. You're tired and confused and your feet hurt and you are pretty sure you missed the bus that usually picks you up to go home. You're going to have to email them and it took forever to get an email back because it's a publicly funded service and meanwhile Uber and Lyft are so expensive so what money you earn will be gone so, so quickly.

"Hey." A metallic finger brushes over your cheek and you jump, landing badly and falling directly on your ass. Now everything hurts, and you let out a choked breath, unstrapping one crutch to wipe hard at your eyes.

Moon crouches, a hand out but not touching. You lean away, and its hand drops. "You need rest. A drink. There is tea in the employee break room."

Tea? You wipe your eyes again, not even trying to move. It would be useless until your nerves calm a bit and you can try to ease the tension in your muscles. It's the stress making you hurt, you tell yourself. Just the stress, nothing more.

"Let's get you tea." And it moves in before you have a chance to defend yourself, scooping you up with ease. You grab at it's shoulder, fingers failing to find a grip as it walks with a long, surprisingly smooth gait to the atrium. You grab at its collar but are still ignored.

Finally, you get the idea to tug on Moon's nightcap. The tail of it swing around behind, and you figured it would work like Sun's rays, jerking Moon's head back so you couldn't be ignored any longer. Instead it just. Came off. Like a hat. Leaving Moon bald.

You were so surprised you actually dropped it and stared over Moon's shoulder at the abandoned crutch and hat. A trail of items like Hansel and Gretel's bread crumbs. Did that make Moon the witch, and the tea its gingerbread house?

Moon continued on, oblivious to the loss of its hat, and you finally just go with it. You could probably limp your way back to your crutch later, after whatever adventure you were being kidnapped to do. Moon continues right on past the glamrocks' dressing rooms, utterly ignored by the bandmates.

The attendant looks so different from the others. Was it even meant to be here?

The final goal, apparently, is a small lounge you'd never seen. Moon puts you down gently enoufh, but even that jostles you and you grimace, resettling on this overly plush, threadbare, ugly orange couch tucked by the vending machines. Moon is working, poking around the cabinets as it hums a lullaby, then a song you don't recognize. You're not going anywhere soon, so you slowly unstrap your remaining crutch from your arm, still holding the handle just in case.

Moon found a box and mug, its song punctuated with pleased delight. Apparently the water cooler was also a heater, and the animatronic's attention was fully back on you. "Drink this."

You breathe heavily through your nose in response, but you do take the mug. It's warm. And the tea does smell good. Mint and something else. You don't know much about tea. You take a sip, scalding your lips and tongue. The burning liquid feels good though, warming you even if it doesn't ease the stress holding you stuff. You take another sip, watching Moon over the lip of the mug.

Is it aware of how silly it looks without its hat? It squats a safe distance away, watching you, its flat face slowly rotating like a clock. Before it could get a full 90 degrees it paused and began to rotate the other way. Was it… thinking? Processing?

Either way, it felt weird to be sitting while it squatted like that. Maybe you were anthropomorphizing it too much, but you pat at the seat next to you. When it doesn't move, even its head slowing its rotation, you pat the seat harder. "You are sure? I don't wish to incur the wrath of your blade again."

The fact it still is playing the villain in some knight story? Whatever. You roll your eyes and nod, returning to the tea. It's kinda nice. You can almost (almost) forget what a pain it's gonna be to get home.

Moon does sit, surprisingly careful so you don't immediately roll into his space. He's still heavy, so you're drawn in regardless, trying not to spill your tea. You keep drinking, the silence only punctuated by the humming of the fridge and water cooler. If you focus on that and the warmth of your tea… you're starting to drift off.

Wait. This had been a trick! You try to glare at Moon, but all you can manage is a yawn.

Moon, for its part, is grinning down at you. Like, beyond its usual frozen smile type of grinning. "You've figured it out, haven't you?" He teaches past you, snagging your crutch. You try to protest, but it's faster, and it sets it just out of reach. "Nap time. You need rest."

Like you weren't going to sleep when you got home. And your painkillers are there too!" You've definitely been kidnapped. But it's not an especially cruel kidnapping. Minus when you wake up.

"Sleep," Moon says and you're not sure you will truly, but you will rest, and you will make fun of how he looks without his hat later. For now you'll sleep and worry about the rest later.

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@pillowspace I feel like a cat bringing you my latest catch with pride. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I hope to keep writing well. v.v

[lonewolflupe]

Angst is great and all, but sometimes my aching heart needs some mending. Best remedy is clone shenanigans. Clones being witty and silly, annoying each other and getting into trouble. Or in short, clones being good di'kute vode.

This masterpost is a collection of clone shenanigan art I did. Everything is tagged #lonewolflupe's clone shenanigans and is SFW!

Echo calling Fives out on his bullkark story

Rex cursing Fives (Cody's just tired)

Fives being upset after Jesse smashed his air guitar

Dogma is not enjoying Fives' Stand-Up Comedy Night (Tup is)

Hardcase's attempt on flirting

Torrent Company being a pain in Rex's shebs

Tup begging Fox to leave his gingerbread troopers alone

Fives has wares if you have coin

More coming soon <3

Not sure if anyone's interested, but let me know if you want to be on the Clone Shenanigans' taglist!

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[ninadove]

Consider: Felix and Lukadrinette.

There’s this girl you have a complicated relationship with. You’ve hurt each other deeply. You pleaded for her help when you did not know where else to go. You hate the same enemies, love the same person. Like Narcissus and his reflection, you are identical and opposites all at once.

Then there’s this guy. He, too, learnt to live with the knowledge that his father rejected him; he, too, had to toughen up to protect his sibling; but he did it in a radically different way, greeting the world with open arms while you chose the path of ruthlessness. He knows what’s in your heart, literally, and as such is one of the only people who can tell you apart from your clone. You love mythology and music, and he’s Orpheus. He gives out second chances, and you’re in desperate need of one.

They’re your in-laws.

Adrien has burnt the gingerbread cookies twice already. He’s crying. Marinette is trying her best to guide him through a third batch, but you can tell she’s about to fucking snap. Luka is leaning against the counter, strumming his guitar (why did he even bring it to the kitchen???) and providing words of encouragement. Not helping.

They’re loud and unbearable and Christmas is ruined. You want to go home.

[fountainpenguin]

What do fairies eat

Fairies love eating plants! Lots of veggies and salads, plus random plants and leaves. It's a nod to both their insect DNA and the fact that a lot of Fairies shapeshift into animals, so some people think it's rude to offer guests animals to eat.

That said, small mammals are popular foods. There's a lot of bird-eating in my 'fics because, uh... birds don't fall off the edge of the clouds :')

Larger game such as deer do exist, but they're usually on Plane 7 (the Wanderplains) and the characters I write don't go there often (It's where Cosmo went when told to "get lost" in "Fairly Odd Baby").

?? I guess unicorns are technically game animals, but Fairies definitely don't hunt them for cultural reasons akin to Da Rules. Anti-Fairies don't have an issue with it, though... although in "Not All the Same," Anti-Wanda told Anti-Cosmo he looked more ruffled than a fruit bat on a unicorn's carcass, so take that as you will.

Binky and Jorgen indulged on a lot of sweet treats when they were disguised as humans in the "Swim" Prompt.

Anti-Fairies, who struggle growing nutritious plants in their world, eat a lot of meat, especially birds. The animals they can hunt aren't great since the leaves don't grow well without the sun, but they'll eat whatever they can get (Ex: Anti-Wanda's roadkill critter cake).

Prior the War of the Angels, the Anti-Fairies relied on the magical bottomless cauldron of the Dagda, which could spawn food, but Anti-Cosmo lost it during the war.

Fairies tend to eat fast and get out while Anti-Fairies settle in for large, long meals. A lot of Anti-Fairies struggle to get enough food (especially since their species doesn't need food to live, so sometimes people just skip meals and grow steadily weaker). The polite thing to do is offer food to a guest if you have enough to spare.

This is one of the things H.P. finds annoying... Anti-Cosmo (and his predecessor) always give him food when he visits, and their meals take forever.

It's worth noting that Anti-Fairies drink a lot of wine and Fairies drink a lot of water or milk. Canonically, Fairies get drunk/hungover from candy and soda ("Power Pals"), which I've always interpreted as sugar and carbonation, so these societies prefer low-sugar drinks as opposed to juice.

The "Shadow" Prompt depicts Hiccup (Foop's alternate personality) going to lunch with Anti-Wanda at a traditional Anti-Fairy dining establishment, where we see hints of their food-serving culture (youth deferring to elders, so Hiccup is taken aback when Anti-Wanda offers him the last scone against protocol).

We also learn there's a tradition that the High Countess, in honor of the very first High Countess who was paralyzed and fed by her partner, isn't allowed to touch certain foods with "hands, magic, or utensils" and is supposed to be fed by close kin, and no one can eat until she's done. Anti-Wanda is uncomfortable with all that attention and pressure, so she dodges that custom by eating with her feet.

Foop & Hiccup think their mum is so dang smart... They really look up to her and it's important to me <3

Pixies eat soy, plus a lot of grains like oatmeal and cereal. However, all pixies are deathly allergic to honeywheat (because they're clones of H.P.); there's an upcoming scene in Origin of the Pixies where Anti-Cosmo is mad at him and serves him honeywheat rolls at a special banquet. H.P. catches on and screws him over by going to eat the roll anyway, so Anti-Cosmo lunges forward in a panic to save his life... and is forced to admit to everyone he just tried to poison his friend.

The anti-pixies are based on fruit bats, so they eat a lot of fruit. I'm pretty sure there's a gingerbread cave near them ("Clash With the Anti-World"), but I forget right now if I have that next to the Pixies or anti-pixies in my worldbuilding.

The common fairy subspecies share their biology with dragonflies, which are carnivores. They have to eat meat, which Cosmo's great at doing!

From his teen years up, Poof punishes himself by cutting meat out of his diet as much as he can without dying. It's not healthy for him, but he started doing it after crashing Cosmo's car in "Repeat;" I love this scene:

"Hey, Poofster. Come out where I can see you. You know I'm no good at hide-and-seek." Poof slunk around the desk, and Cosmo drank him in for the first time. His whole face had brightened pinker than a plum. He clenched Dusty's wand between both hands, knees curled almost to his chest. Where had Dusty gone off to, even? Odd. With slow beats of his wings, he drifted over to where Cosmo floated above the tile. "I'm not really sure what happened here, but I'm kind of broken up about this, Poof. Darla was handmade and perfect. Replacing her parts year past year was super expensive for me. Now she'll have to be a magical car, and that's gonna cause a lot of problems on magical roads. We'll have to pay extra fees because of that and get extra license restrictions now. We can't drive her some places in the cloudlands, even to her favorite mountain spots. And never, ever take her to the lakes. How are you gonna fix it?" "I'm sorry! I won't drink your chocolate milk again for a century. I won't hang out with friends and I'll do all my homework and I'll do my exercises and shower every day and I'll never ask for extra curfew time for the rest of my life! And… and I'll give up eating meat forever! Even pepperoni!" Cosmo's eyebrows lifted. That seemed a little harsh, even if he had crashed the car. But when Poof ducked his head, he said, "Gee. Well, I guess I have no choice except to forgive you if stop snitching my chocolate milk. But how did this happen? I thought you were going to practice, so why were you in Serentip?" "It was an accident! S-someone ran right on in front of me, and I had to spin the car so I wouldn't hit them." Pause. That hadn't been in the report. Cosmo glanced sideways at the three fairies behind the desk, who all averted their eyes and pretended to be working again. "And… you ended up in Serentip on… accident." "Dad." Poof lowered his voice to something like a hiss. "This is embarrassing… Can we talk about this somewhere else?" But the paperwork. Even Fairy paperwork had its sluggish annoyances, and he had no pixie here to lend a hand. Cosmo massaged the small space between his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't have. After all, they were still in public and Poof had already asked he tone it down… but when the thought struck him, he couldn't choke it back. "Are you okay? Were you… buying peppermint?" "No! No way, Dad! I don't take mint; I'm a good kid." Poof's eyes filled with wetness, their saltiness stinging the energy field like dandelions whapping window glass. "It was just an accident!"

In "Approval," Foop complimented Poof for bringing "quality refreshments" to the school dance they were setting up, remarking that he'd thought Poof would bring something "weird" since he doesn't eat meat. In that Prompt, we find out Foop is ALSO censoring his meat-eating, but it's because he's embarrassed to let on to his betrothed that he likes chicken nuggets, so he eats salad instead.

And we learned that Fairies use magical bubbles instead of plastic or styrofoam for their to-go orders :)

Also, apparently I have Anti-Cosmo down in my notes as a French fry lover to parallel Cosmo's potato skin allergy (and because A.C. thinks salt is tasty). I think he and Hazel would really bond over that.

- Anti-Cosmo's actually vegan in my 'fics because Cosmo likes meat so much. He tends to push this on people around him, especially Foop, which Foop has issues with. Anti-Cosmo's wedding band is made of a non-leather material and he got excited in "Health Bars" when he was gifted a scarf that harmed no animals. - Fun fact, the silver-haired anti-habetrot who gifted him that scarf is Anti-Coriander (Foop's future betrothed), but this was when she was still a stranger. She's also the anti-habetrot who was monitoring Anti-Wanda's vitals in "You'll Never Know," also pre-betrothal. She's always been there...

Related:

What do Anti-Fairies eat?

Eating habits of each magical race

Social Ladder (Food weaknesses for all 35 Fairy subspecies)

[stareulogy]

your aware of different universes?

i am, it’s been a fun thing to be aware of. i’ve documented things i’ve seen, and conducted my own studies.

i’m friends with a few people on this funny website. don’t look at this stuff unless you want to have an existential crisis. it’s all fiction, nothing is real under the “read more”. go away.

okay, sorry. had to lie to the people. moving on.

i’m just going to share my findings. so basically, there is a “core” universe that we’re all branched off of. every single universe has different events, abnormalities that lead to different outcomes and different events.

but something that i found fascinating, is that we’re all variants of the same core cast. but we do have our own individuality, we have our own “core”, we’re just as important as the core.

our own thoughts, our own lives. you know, we’re just cut from the dough with cookie cutters. but we can be made with different ingredients, my dough won’t be the exact same as another variant’s.

and we can be made of the same dough, but we’ll crumble differently. we’ll break apart in a way that won’t be the exact same, nothing is ever a perfect match. we aren’t clones of one another.

even if we are different - being either the same cookie, or different cookies, we’re still cookies.

a gingerbread cookie is still a cookie, we’re considered variants of the core, but we’re still our own cookies.

and, with the abnormalities, we get baked differently. i was originally in an oven (original universe), before i got thrown into a pit of lava (current universe), baking me into what i am right now.

alternates, variants, none of that really defines who we are as people. there will be other people created from anomalies, for example there will be people who aren’t in the already existing core, who appear, and become a significant part of the core story (which is something else that we’re all probably aware of).

the same can happen with different characters, too. i’ve observed a major deviation where a kel alternate instead triggered the core story to happen between him and his brother. instead of mari and i being at the forefront of the core plot, it was him instead.

something like that technically didn’t happen here, as the transition from my original universe to this universe, triggered the core story to go out the window. that means the core plot can be completely avoided, as long as the conditions are right.

because as i said before, we’re our own “core”. sometimes, the story itself might not even happen, the series of incidents may completely skip a few universes, leaving people from the trauma.

... and thus, i’m aware. it’s a basic observation from my position in blackspace, i have done things with this information, to learn and to grow. but it doesn’t mean i can get an accurate read on a variant, or anything like that - i more or less struggle more with it.

it’s like space travel, but way cooler. right? right? i don’t even need a ship to do it, all i need to do is-

... nevermind! just focus on my alternative universe analysis. feel free to ask about more things regarding alternative universe travel.

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and for clarification, i’ll share a list of terms that i’ve compiled.

core: the universe we are based off of

alternate/variant: people like me

abnormalities/anomalies: people who don’t exist in the core universe

story/plot: the string of events that appear to happen in most universes

i used the term cookie cutter as an analogy, and the cookie terms to further push the analogy. we aren’t actually cookies, unfortunately.

[mk-writes-stuff]

Cinnamon, gingerbread, and hair if that's okay!

Ooooh this one’s going to be a long post :). I’m not complaining, I love big asks. Thank you!

(From this ask game here).

Cinnamon: What animals exist in your world?

A strange answer for the Seven Stations - none! The stations don’t have animals of any sort, and all meat is lab-grown. When the stations were supporting the Old World, it didn’t make sense to try to keep animals because meat could just be shipped up if necessary, and the few pets the nobles had that went up with them have long died out in the centuries in between. Stellaris is the only character we meet who knows much about animals. Some of the elves probably had livestock, but I haven’t developed that much - and if they did bring them, they probably had to eat them on the journey.

The Pirates’ Roost has a lot of the animals you’d expect from a mostly tropical setting - rich sea life, lots of birds, and a lot of jungle life. The big difference in wildlife is the dinosaurs. Dinosaurs never went extinct on Ixalan, so they have a wide variety of feathered dinosaurs of various sizes - everywhere from raptors and small pterosaurs to massive titan dinosaurs. The Sun Empire keeps them as pets and various warbeasts and generally treats them with respect, but there are also a lot of wild dinosaurs that are… less friendly.

Gingerbread: What is the most popular holiday? How does the average person celebrate?

I honestly haven’t developed holidays for the Seven Stations, really. I’m not sure the average person gets many holidays. The Church of the Stellar Cross is of vaguely Christian origins, so they likely celebrate some of the major holidays like Christmas and Easter in a modified form, and they celebrate those with church services. Nobles also have a lot of celebrations that aren’t really holidays, like debutante parties.

Different groups in the Pirates’ Roost have different celebrations they focus on. Torrezon celebrates the day that Elenda discovered vampirism. Both the sirens and the Sun Empire celebrate the summer and winter solstice in opposite directions - the summer solstice is a celebration for the Sun Empire and a mourning day for the sirens and vice versa for the winter solstice. The siren celebrations are the primary ones I’ve worked out - the summer solstice is spent in somber clothing and prayer to the waves, and the winter solstice is celebrated with bright colours, stargazing, and gifts to people you want to keep in your life through the new year.

Hair: What kinds of discrimination are there? Are they the same as reality?

The Seven Stations have some of the same discrimination as reality. They don’t have racism and they don’t have sexism (although the elves have sexism against men and masculine people). The nobles are homophobic and transphobic, although the common people don’t really care. The nobles (and the elves) are also highly ableist, specifically against mentally disabled people. Very noticeable in the first book is the way Stellaris is judged for his autism - although the treatment of him does get better :)

And then there’s the clone thing. Clones are legally not considered people on the Seven Stations and are frequently horrifically abused - often killed for magic or organ replacements. At the start of the series, treatment of clones ranges from indentured servitude to straight-up mass murder. Many people will gladly turn in or murder escapee clones, and the Church of the Stellar Cross considers clones to be possessing only a piece of a soul. Clone rights are a major arc of the series, and attempts to help them and improve their lot in life is one of the major goals of the protagonists.

The Pirates’ Roost is a bit different. The two empires have various kinds of racism, ableism, homophobia, and transphobia going on. The pirates, on the other hand, are pretty chill for the most part, but there’s a lot of subtler species discrimination. Vampires are often stereotyped as monstrous and predatory and deeply feared. Orcs are stereotyped as brutish and violent, but the primary reason they work as mercenaries is because they have a highly specialist culture and they are primarily pushed into being mercenaries. Goblins are often stereotyped as stupid when they simply have a different linguistic structure and poor hearing. And sirens are stereotyped as seducers and tempters and are sexualized to the point where they’re often harassed in public - Malcolm deals with this multiple times, with strangers asking to touch his feathers and flirting with him when he’s clearly uncomfortable.

Thank you for the ask! I hope you don’t mind the super long answer :). Feel free to ask me any questions you have!

[crowtrobotx]

A small Christmas gift for @vodkafolie who is AMAZING and always drawing such beautiful things that I can never repay because toddlers with chewed up crayons put me to shame. But I can write stupid little unfunny drabbles - I hope you enjoy your little Across the Heisenverse gift! ❤️ I am smashing our OCs together like Barbie dolls and making them be friends. 😤

(Hazel and Toast belong to Vodka, Lottie and Kris belong to me)

Title: Metal & Ginger

Words: 1742

Warnings: None unless you’re not cool with cursing

(Apologies for any weird formatting, I am on mobile and fighting for my life)

“Are they still having a go at it out there?”

“Yep. Looks like my Karl took a snowball to the face… yours lost his hat somewhere. Haven’t killed each other yet, though.”

“Think we should intervene?”

“Nope.”

“Good - me neither.”

Kris smirked and turned away from the frosty kitchen window, fresh coffee in one hand and tea in the other. Hazel sat cross legged on the living room floor, roaring fire to her back, lightly biting her tongue as her focus returned to the task at hand: the already huge and growing larger by the second gingerbread house occupying half of the coffee table. She was so engrossed in perfecting the details of the immaculate candy garden she’d made that Kris had half a mind to offer her a spare pair of tweezers to help ensure not a single sprinkle was out of place. It was a damn shame that the thing would be eaten and destroyed within seconds of the Karls returning.

The Karls. Kris shuddered. It was a horrifying phrase, one that had Hazel not been present to corral her own diabolically insane engineer might have finally sent Kris to the loony farm. Kris had grown so used to totally unhinged happenings that when, earlier that same morning, she’d stepped outside to see if Karl was done in the garage and ready for the Mom Mandated Family Holiday Activity Day only to find a swirling dimensional portal in her backyard along with a slightly differently dressed Heisenberg swearing at the top of his lungs and a very exhausted woman holding an overly perturbed chicken, she’d barely reacted. She only rolled her eyes and gestured for the woman to come inside from the cold with her bird, leaving the two men to hurl accusations at one another over whose experiment exactly had gone wrong and who exactly was responsible for the tear in time and space that would surely have the city sending them a strongly worded letter.

And here they were, several hours later, having a fine time, thank you very much.

“Lottie, bug, are you sure you don’t want any more hot chocolate?” Kris turned her attention to her nearby daughter once she’d settled down comfortably on the floor across from Hazel.

Lottie, positioned at the head of the coffee table, only shook her head. She was staring with a sort of frenzied, wide eyed fascination at the chicken, who sat puffed up behind the gingerbread house like an overly critical construction overseer. Pinky the rat peeked out of her overalls pocket, content to mindlessly chew on his hard boiled egg snack - something that Kris was almost certain had come from the bowl in the fridge labeled “for Christmas - DO NOT EAT,” but that was a battle she simply did not have the energy for today.

Hazel paused her meticulous sugar powdering along the candy floss hedges to lay a gentle hand on Lottie’s shoulder. Kris found herself admiring the floral embroidery on her jacket again, wondering when the best time to unleash the full madness of her own fiber art habit on her new friend might be and how many extra sweaters and scarves she could convince the woman to leave with.

“Lottie, I’m sorry, this must be very strange for you. Seeing your Papa argue with his, er…. clone. I promise they’ll get it sorted soon and this will all just be a funny memory.”

At last, Lottie seemed to snap from her poultry hypnosis and looked at Hazel with a sort of profound confusion. “It’s not weird,” she insisted. “Papa fights people all the time. He fought the neighbor because he brought Mama some soup when she was sick. He fought the grocery store cashier because he said Mama’s outfit was nice. He tried to fight the mailman last week because he waved at Mama too long while walking by—“

“OKAY,” Kris slapped her knees. “I really should get back to decorating the little gingerbread occupants, don’t you think? What’s the point of a house with no one to live in it, after all.”

Hazel sat back, either used to her own Karl’s overprotective nature or wisely choosing to stay out of it. She’d only just began to pick up where she’d left off before groaning in exasperation.

“Well, there goes the shed roof again… pass the piping bag, would you, Kris?”

“Sure - here you go. I suspect I might know the culprit behind your architectural woes, though.”

Hazel nodded knowingly before throwing an accusatory glance at Toast, whose beak was suspiciously speckled with gingerbread crumbs. The bird looked rather proud of herself, an expression that - had Kris not known better - said ‘and I’d do it again.’

Moments passed before there was more shouting from outside, the two men clearly no closer to resolving their issues.

“Well you’re the one who fucked it up! You figure it out!”

“Me!? How do we know it wasn’t your dumbass who forgot to tighten a bolt somewhere?”

Hazel and Kris exchanged withering glances, but said nothing.

Lottie, after carefully setting Pinky and his egg on Karl’s recliner, crawled forward to inspect Kris’s work so far on the gingerbread people. There were five - one to represent each human occupant and guest. Fortunately, Kris had baked extra in the event of a mishap - though, the mishap she’d anticipated was “Karl ate three of them before they even got around to decorating” and not “the convergence of two universes occurring on the lawn at 10am.” She was working on her cookie self now, carefully piping her curls and debating how much of her sleeve tattoo she wanted to portray.

“You know what’d be fun?” Lottie poked her head under Kris’s arm, putting on her best innocent child eyes. “If we all made each other. Like, I’ll make Papa, the other Papa can make Miss Chicken—“

“Her name is Hazel, honey,” Kris interjected. Hazel mumbled a hasty it’s fine, I can be Miss Chicken before Lottie continued, unbothered.

“—you’ll make me, and Papa can make you!”

“That’s a sweet idea, bug. But unfortunately Papa is banned from depicting me in any art form after an incident that happened when we tried this before you were born.”

Hazel looked up and met Kris’s eyes. “Don’t tell me - he went into, ah… way too much detail?”

Kris’s shoulders slouched in defeat. “Anatomically correct gumdrop boobs, I’m afraid.”

Hazel nodded knowingly.

The side door of the house banged open suddenly as Kris’s Karl stormed in first, followed closely by Hazel’s. They looked like two alley cats who’d gotten in a tussle, but at least less manic than before. Hazel sat up expectantly.

“Did you get it figured out?”

“Yeah,” her Karl threw an accusatory glare at Kris’s. “But the damn thing needs to reboot which will take at least another hour. Then we can get out of this weird hell hole - the fuck you say this place was called?”

“Ohio,” Kris’s Karl snarled in barely concealed annoyance.

“Well. We’re not in any hurry,” Hazel called, before patting the empty pillows to her left. “Why don’t you two come and help us finish this?

The two men glared at one another - Kris wouldn’t have been surprised at this point if they’d stuck their tongues out, frankly - before stalking over to the living room and plopping down, both no doubt ready to start eating their partners’ hard work before it was done.

Lottie scrambled into her father’s lap and excitedly began pointing out the parts she’d made, while Toast - who had been leaning ever close to the delicious shed again, neck extended to a near comical degree - suddenly clucked in fury and leapt off the table to situate herself between her own Karl and Hazel in a sort of avian Make Room for Jesus gesture. Predictably, Hazel had to immediately slap her Karl’s hand away from disturbing the perfect M&M garden path she’d crafted.

“What the fuck’s the point of making it if we can’t eat it?”

“Didn’t say you can’t eat it, but you have to admire it first,” Hazel said indignantly.

“Well, how long I gotta look at it for?”

“I’ll tell you when I’m satisfied,” was all Hazel offered. She smirked at Kris who gave a wink in return - they each respected the particular variety of strength that was born from having to handle This Particular Man.

“Karl,” Kris turned to her own husband. “I didn’t get to finish the gingerbread garage on this side - why don’t you do the honors since it’s your favorite room? We can just take this part out here and—“

“That’s a load bearing wall, Mama” Lottie rolled her eyes in mock indignation. “You can’t just take it out.”

“Yeah! You tell her, Butterfly!” Kris’s Karl puffed his chest out with pride at his daughter’s engineering prowess. She shot him a furious look before he followed up with a hastily mumbled “s-sorry, babe.”

Toast clucked approvingly.

“You know,” Hazel ventured after a long pause. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the portal just… remained operational. It doesn’t have to be on all the time, but you never know when you might need to do some shopping… in a parallel reality.”

“I agree,” Kris said. “Or when you might need to borrow vegetables from… a very specific garden.”

“Or take a feral little child to the park together.”

“Or bitch over a warm beverage about whatever unholy fusion of human and machine your man concocted this time—“

“Are you two gonna kiss?”

If the look he’d gotten from Kris before could kill, her Karl was lucky this one didn’t erase him and his entire bloodline.

“Okay, we get it,” Hazel’s Karl grumbled finally. “As long as I don’t have to see him all the time - handsome fucker, though he is.”

“Indeed,” Kris’s Karl sniffed. “I suppose I can put aside your clearly inferior intelligence for my wife’s sake - call it Holiday Spirit. I’m feeling generous.”

“Well, isn’t that nice - too bad your genetics weren’t generous with brain power since it’s clearly your fault that the reactor blew—“

“Oh, here we go again! Trying to deflect from the fact that you admitted your motherboard was on the fritz—“

“I don’t like your beard.”

“It’s YOUR beard, jackass!”

Kris and Hazel met each other’s eyes before wordlessly and carefully sliding the gingerbread house to the other end of the table, resuming their task in blissful peace

“Merry Christmas, Hazel.”

“And you.”

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"Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn/ The power of man, for none of woman born/ Shall harm Macbeth"

"Despair thy charm, And let the angel whom thou still hast served Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb Untimely ripped"

...

OOPSIE!!!!

The witches thought that a c-section counted as not being of woman born, but when Macduff tried to kill Macbeth, it didn’t work! Silly them! Now with the prophecy in full swing and Hecate riding their asses, they better find someone who can actually defeat Macbeth, and quick!

1,000 years later, Macbeth is still king and has now taken over the entire world!

In this universe where all fictional characters are real, the witches must assemble a team of characters marked by Hecate from “birth” with a special MacBrand denoting that they are capable of ending Macbeth’s reign of terror!

CURRENT CAST:

Doofenshmirtz

Orion Fowl (but not Artemis)

Shadow the Hedgehog

Woody from Toy Story

Lighting McQueen

Pinocchio 

Gingerbread man

"This fucking guy" (cookie from chip ahoy commercial)

Tinkerbell

Annabeth Chase

Dean Winchester (s4 and on)

The Creature (Frankenstein)

Winnie the Pooh

Criteria for additions:

Human or of human intelligence

Not Traditionally Born (Naturally born OR c-section) FROM A WOMAN (of their species). If you find us a biological child of a trans man, that's fair game!

Not totally OP (this sadly disqualifies Athena, Dionysus, The Powerpuff Girls, the Monkey King, and Jesus (second coming). They may still appear in the story in some capacity though)

Resurrected characters must be in a new body (Danny Fenton is still in his original body, so he wouldn't work, but Dean Winchester's body post season 4 was reconstructed by Cas, so he does)

No Robots*

Clones cannot be mass produced (for storytelling reasons- Boba Fett would totally work but the Clone Army would not)

Funny

Can you think of Any More Characters using the updated criteria?

[devirtute]

@courtesons got gregory & dario for cody or julian

the two of them wanted to surprise the other, which hopefully they did. they rented one of the transparent and private igloos on some rooftop. gregory didn't set anything up, thankfully dario could be in more than one place at once. he was waiting for the two of them with a couple of presents and some hot chocolate. there was a box of cookies too and a little set to make a gingerbread house, but he didn't think they'd get to it. "finally, you two showed up."

dario had used his cloning ability to set up the igloo, leave what was there inside, and also get the other there. he smiled softly as they walked in, letting go of the man's lower back. "yeah, thanks for all of your help in making sure we weren't late." he rolled his eyes and kissed both of them on the cheek. "we hope you like this. figured it was private enough were no one else was going to annoy you." even if people could still look in.

[neyswxrld]

hello there!

i absolutely love advent calendars, and that is the reason i decided to make one, too!

the advent calendar contains fics for some of our favorite clones! they're stand alones, and partly play on planet earth, in a modern setting or in the star wars universe. most of the time, it's not really specified, and i left it open for imagination.

i tried to include a winter adventure for each oneshot, but time was running and sooner or later the activities were going thin, so sometimes i'll count cold weather as wintry enough to contribute to the advent calendar.

the fics are mostly just fluff, sometimes a little suggestive, here and there a bit angsty, but all in all, sfw!

most of the stories contain an established relationship between one of the boys and a gn!reader, but there are also some platonic ones.

swept off your feet || Jesse x gn!reader

playing sloth || Mayday x gn!reader

gingerbread war || Fives x gn!reader

of stolen apples and jumping worms || Howzer x gn!reader

caught in a crosshair || Crosshair x gn!reader

the cherry on top || Waxer x gn!reader

under the mistletoe || Tup x gn!reader

reindeer family || Omega & gn!reader (platonic!!)

only flying gets you higher || Hunter x gn!reader

catch the fox || Fox x gn!reader

sweet as cookies || Hardcase x gn!reader

cold as ice || Wolffe x gn!reader

do you wanna build a snowman? || Wrecker x gn!reader

the swamp cactus || Gree x gn!reader

love languages || Cody x gn!reader

a taste of tech || Tech x gn!reader

hand holding snow angels || Dogma x gn!reader

fulfilling clichés || Echo x gn!reader

the soap stall || Rex x gn!reader

afternoon tickles || Gregor x gn!reader

touching souls || Echo x gn!reader

excited, warm and loved || Hound x gn!reader

fever || Kix x gn!reader

memories || The Bad Batch Family

the thief || 99 & reader (platonic)

[strawberry-soot]

While Trey is baking gingerbread cookies for everyone to share over a mug of hot cocoa Cater gets to absolutely annihilate the first year idiot combo with six of his clones in the most one sided snowball fight you've ever seen 🥰⛄🍪

and again, alt versions: