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WIP excerpt for VideoGeek; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

“Ka-Lair,” Ma says again, low and soothing. She says some other words too. Kara doesn't understand them. 

She can't stop crying. 

She's not supposed to cry. Not in front of Kal. Kal has to see her smiling. Kal–Kal has to–

He has to. 

So she can't be crying right now. 

“Ka-Lair,” Ma repeats one more time. She reaches out. Puts a hand on the porch between them. 

Kara needs to stop crying. She's fine. She just needs to stop crying. She's fine because she has to be fine and she's not crying because Kal needs her to not be crying and she–and she–

And she's fine. 

She is. 

Ma says something else. Turns her hand upright in offering. 

Kara can't let go of Kal to take it. 

It's not safe to let go of Kal. 

He’s so little, and she knew he could fall. She knew it. How was she so stupid, to leave him alone and unwatched all the way across the porch? She knew better! She’d thought about it, and he’s so little! 

And she’d still turned away and taken her eyes off him, because she’d been so weak and pathetic as to need to be upset. 

Kal needs her not to be upset. Kal needs her to take care of him. 

Kal needs her, and she let him fall. 

Kara sobs harder, and Ma leans in and wraps her arms around her. She wants to shove away, but can’t do that to her. Can’t be ungrateful like that, when Ma and Pa have given them so much. 

But she doesn’t deserve it. She let Kal fall, and she’s being a problem and an inconvenience to Ma, and she’s being a problem. She can’t do that. This. Any of this. 

She needs to not be a problem. She needs to help out and not cause trouble and not inconvenience them and take care of Kal and never, ever take her eyes off him and–and–

And she needs to stop crying like this! 

Why can’t she just–just stop? 

Ma makes strange and quiet little hissing noises and hugs her tighter; strokes a hand back through her hair. The last person who did that was her mother, and now her mother isn’t the last person who did that. And her mother will never do it again. Will never . . . never . . . 

Why can’t she stop crying? 

Kal chimes in distress again, still trying to squirm out of her arms, and Kara unthinkingly tightens her grip to keep him there. He yelps in pain, and she jerks–lets him go quick, and he nearly tumbles out of her lap. Ma catches him against her chest, and Kara let him fall again, she let him fall she let him fall she let him fall–! 

“Ka-Lair,” Ma says, and makes more of those quiet little hissing noises as she keeps stroking through her hair, and now down Kal’s back too even as Kara yanks him back into her lap in a panic. Kal fusses, and then starts crying too, and it’s all her fault, Kara did this, she’s awful at this, she’s supposed to be taking care of him and keeping him happy and safe and instead she let him fall, twice, and made him cry! 

Ma keeps talking. Kara doesn’t understand any of the words, and even though she’s clearly trying to help, the flat, alien tones of her voice sound all wrong. There’s nothing soothing about those tones, and Kara doesn’t understand the words. 

She wants to go home. 

She wants home to still be there, even if she couldn’t go back to it. 

Everything’s gone. Everyone is gone. It’s just her and Kal and a pair of crystals in a couple of wrecked ships. 

That's all it'll ever be again. 

Krypton is dead. Their family is dead. They're all that's left, and there won't ever be another Kryptonian born. Won't ever be another Kryptonian at all. 

She'll never see her mother again.

#videogeek #wip: kara gets to earth on time #long post

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WIP excerpt for yesdangerpls; the last son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

“A version of you was conquering alternate realities,” Bruce says, still neutral. 

“Uh,” Kon says, looking embarrassed. “Kinda, yeah? Kinda definitely, actually. I mean–dude had some issues. His home reality wasn’t really all that clone-friendly, and shit kinda went to shit there, and then he just decided ‘actually killing inconvenient people is ethically okay if I just make clones out of their dead bodies and give those clones their memories after’, so, uh . . . issues, like I said. Serious ones.” 

“And you don’t think that’s ethical?” Bruce says, which is an obvious test. Kon glowers at him as Clark resists the urge to sigh at Bruce. The man’s as paranoid as ever, no surprise. It’s . . . understandable, admittedly, but not exactly fair in this situation. 

“Clones are their own people,” Kon says, setting his jaw stubbornly. “No matter whose memories you stick in our heads.” 

“That’s a school of thought,” Bruce says neutrally. Kon scowls, then pointedly lifts his lassoed wrist. 

“You’re an asshole,” he says emphatically. Clark has to muffle a snort of laughter behind his hand; Diana does the same. Bruce looks sour. Clark knows he doesn’t think they’re taking this seriously enough, but he just can’t look at this kid and see a threat. 

Of course, that’s part of why Bruce doesn’t think they’re taking this seriously enough. 

“And you’re asking for a lot of trust, for someone who’s reportedly an interdimensional conqueror in at least one reality,” Bruce says. “Why should we believe this version of you is any different from Black Zero?” 

“For the record, it was a version of me that stopped him, too,” Kon says, still scowling at him. “Like, a whole bunch of versions of me. And we didn’t all survive the experience. So I dunno, democratically speaking I think I’m mostly not a shithead.” 

“And you don’t know how to return to your home reality?” Diana asks. Kon grimaces, then shakes his head. 

“No idea,” he says. “I only got out into Hypertime to begin with because another Superboy showed up in our Watchtower with a hyperjacket keyed to his DNA and, uh . . . crash-landed and died right in the middle of a JLA meeting, actually. He was–injured, when he made the jump. Didn’t survive it. He was with the resistance. Was trying to warn our reality that Black Zero was coming, but . . .” 

Clark feels immediately nauseous at that thought; wonders how traumatic and horrible it was for his alternate version to watch that happen and not be able to save that version of Kon. Wonders if that Kon’s version of him even knows what happened to him. If . . . 

He tries not to think about it. It’s not something he can do anything about. 

It’s definitely motivating him to get this Kon home all the quicker, though. His other self must be losing his mind right now. 

“Satisfied?” he asks Bruce, raising an eyebrow at him again. He’d be amused, a little, if he weren’t still thinking about what had happened to that other version of Kon: about a kid that young dying far from home trying to do the right thing, surrounded by a roomful of heroes who couldn’t save him. 

“No,” Bruce says. 

“Batman, there are multiple realities in which all of us are supervillains,” Diana says wryly, unlooping her lasso from Kon’s wrist and winding it up again. “We can hardly blame Kon-El for the crimes of a single version of himself.” 

Bruce has a look on his face that makes it very clear that he does, in fact, think they can do that. Bruce also thinks that about them, though, himself included, so Clark isn’t going to give that concern particularly heavy weight right now.

#yesdangerpls #wip: the last son of krypton meets hypertime kon #long post

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WIP excerpt for sakoku_decree; the one where Kryptonians have omegaverse genders, but nobody told Match. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

Superman smells different from just good or natural. He smells . . . 

Safe, Match thinks, even knowing it isn’t right. Even knowing it’s not . . . true. There's no such thing as safe. 

And even if there were, it isn't something Superman would ever be around him. 

But he still smells that way. Match didn't even know “safe” had a smell, but apparently it does, and apparently it's eucalyptus. 

Or . . . Superman, maybe. 

Maybe it's Superman. 

Match feels almost as stupid as Superboy, having that thought. 

“Come on,” Superman says, and gives him a gentle tug before flying down to the Fortress below. Match follows him, feeling like they got here quicker than usual. Or . . . something. Maybe. 

. . . how long were they flying, actually? He's not . . . sure, he's pretty sure. 

He thinks he's not sure. He . . . thinks. 

He feels strange. 

 Superman opens the door like he actually thinks he's Superboy and leads the way inside, and doesn't immediately call him out as an imposter and throw him in a cell. So now Match has been to the Fortress . . . three times, he supposes. 

He doesn't know why he keeps track of these things. Even when they're just . . . things. 

Not relevant things, he means. 

It doesn't matter how many times he's been to the Fortress of Solitude. Match has never actually been here. Just “Superboy”. 

So it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how many times he's been here or seen Superman or spoken to him or . . . any of it. How many times he's lied to or distracted or misled him. 

None of it's relevant to anyone but him, and that's not relevant to–anything. He's not–

It just doesn't matter how he feels. 

Not that he feels things. Obviously. That's not a thing that he does. 

Everything's just–off, today. Lately. Right now. This week. 

He's probably degrading. He's probably falling apart. He's probably going to be reduced to scrap DNA and used for parts and . . . and . . . 

“Couches alright?” Superman asks. Match doesn't know why he'd ask him something like that. Or anything at all, really, except maybe for an eyewitness report. 

“Yes, sir,” he says, trying to just–to just think straight again. 

It's not working very well. 

Superman walks away from him, and Match hears–a noise. It sounds pathetic and distressed and upset, and it's coming from . . . 

Him. He made it. 

He can't sound like that. He can't do that. He–he–

He can't stop it.

“Shhh,” Superman murmurs soothingly as he immediately blurs back to him; cups his face in his hands again. Everything immediately smells like eucalyptus and soft, fragrant flowers again, and the noise stops itself, it feels like, and the panic rising in Match's chest just–cuts out. Disappears. 

Superman smells so good. 

Smells safe. 

Match feels his shoulders slump; feels his body tilt forward into Superman’s space. It happens without him deciding to let it happen, and he can’t remember why he’s supposed to stop it from happening. He’s . . . supposed to. He thinks. 

He thinks he’s supposed to. 

“I'm not leaving you,” Superman lies like a promise, and keeps smelling so soothingly sweet. “I'm just taking you to the couches, remember? Then I'm going to go get you your things and let you den down. I won’t be long.” 

. . . “den” down? Match blinks, slowly, and tries to repress a frown. Superman said it like Superboy would know what he was talking about, but what does he mean by . . . 

Superman rubs the tips of his fingers in behind Match's ears in little circles, and Match loses his train of thought. He doesn't usually do that, but . . . but. 

But Superman just smells so good. 

Match doesn’t understand why he keeps thinking that. Or . . . most of the things he’s been thinking today, actually, and maybe even this past week. But especially the things he’s been thinking since Superman showed up and started treating him like–this. 

He feels so, so strange today.

#sakoku_decree #wip: you're a real katch #omegaverse #long post

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"tri-state area" -> Doofenschmirz vibes intensify

I'm not sorry. ❤️

#pomrania #rintalk

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WIP excerpt for Marina; obligatory sugar baby Kon. ( + non-chrono link for mobile. )

“Um . . . right,” Suzie says quietly, and . . . well, he just thought it: she's a secret herself. 

Tim definitely needs to just take over whatever neighborhood he buys Kon a cul-de-sac in. Or maybe just, like, the entire tri-state area. Get Suzie a little place of her own, maybe, with an actual living space in it. She doesn't have physical needs like the rest of them do, no, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't have anything. Like–he doesn't know, whatever girls like. Stuffed animals and her own TV and a place to keep, uh . . . okay, Suzie doesn't need batarangs or a place to store smoke pellets and caltrops or grappling lines or work on her equipment or anything like that, but still. It's, he doesn't know–the principle of the thing, or something. 

He's gonna have to work on his trust fund budget a little, maybe. Ridiculous as it is, buying an entire tri-state area would definitely put a significant dent in it. 

“Suzie,” he says. “Are you . . . alright here? When the rest of us aren't around?” 

“Yes?” Suzie says, looking confused again. That was probably an unfair question on his part, Tim thinks. It's not like she really knows what he means by “alright”.  

Kon didn't either, after all. 

“I mean–it's not too lonely?” he asks. 

“Oh,” Suzie says, then bites her lip. “Um . . . I mean . . . I'm fine, yes! You don't need to worry about me!” 

Maybe this is a Bat thing, but absolutely nothing has ever worried Tim more than hearing “you don't need to worry about me” from someone. 

“Okay,” he lies, and smiles at her. “But you know you can call us if you want to make plans sometime, right? You don't always have to just wait for us to show up.” 

Suzie looks at him for a long moment, then–well, she doesn't turn pink, exactly, since that would require blood and veins and actual skin instead of smoke, smoke, and more smoke, but he's pretty sure she blushes all the same. 

“Oh,” she says. “Um–right! Yes. Yeah. Yes.” 

Tim smiles at her again, trying to be–he doesn’t know, reassuring, maybe. Something to the effect, at least. 

“Good,” he says. “It’s good for the team to spend time together outside of emergency situations, anyway. We can’t only hang out during crisises and expect to work well together, you know? So it’d be helpful to have an extra excuse to, really.” 

“Right!” Suzie says, beaming at him, which hopefully means that implying she’d be doing something good for the team by asking for attention when she feels isolated or lonely worked. 

Tim really doesn’t know why he didn’t think more about her living situation before this, but to be fair, he also thought about literally no one’s living situation before Kon just casually announced that he lived in an ethically-dubious cloning lab that wasn’t paying him, so . . . yeah.

Definite oversight. Definitely a thing to pay more attention to in the future. Just–definitely. 

Several kinds of definitely.

#marina #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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Absolutely STRUGGLED through grinding out a couple hundred words a pop in a few different WIPs I owe progress in today while jumping from project to project and then finally just decided "fuck it" and wrote like 2k more of that "magic made them do it" Match/Kon porn in one sitting without even trying, go figure! Go fig!!

Look, friends, sometimes you just gotta take the night off to do what sparks joy and recharges your batteries. And sometimes what sparks joy and recharges your batteries is pseudo-incestous clonecest manifesting in not-exactly-hatesex while Match calls his "big brother" a whore and tries to figure out if this counts as cucking Tim Drake or not! That's just natural, you know! 🤷🏻‍♀️

#rintalk

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Speaking of the heartbeat trick, could Kon realize that Tim and Robin are the same person based on that? Like he gets a crush on both and then goes "oh..."

At the point in canon that the sugar baby story takes place, no, because he doesn't have super-hearing yet. But like, otherwise? In theory, yeah, I'd expect so!

#rintalk #anonymous

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#oh nooooo accidentally reblogged a poll . . . #oh nooooo what a tragedy

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One day when I have less on my plate I might do a kink writing meme and just do it like to the equation of "kink + pairing + ???? = profit!!", haha.

#rintalk

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i love the 'core four gang up' wip! its so so good!!

I have a question, could kon being called a toy by the people he loves and trusts more than anything possibly be at all related to someone awful in his past also calling him a toy? possibly?!

either way, love the wip 💕💕

Thank you, that's so nice to hear, I'm glad you're enjoying it! ❤️

But also:

( mwahahaha )

#anonymous #rintalk

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Kon: so you’re from Gotham and everything. what should i do or say to you do that you know i’m flirting with you and am interested?

Tim, buffering: [*_#?]

Kon: i know gothamites will give the person they like money and a place to live but how do i reciprocate robbie?

Tim: uhhhhh--

Kon: do I gotta dress sluttier? I can do that. or just flirt harder?? like am I not flirting hard enough?? here, what do you think of this outfit, is this too much or not enough?

Tim: /BI PANIC

#anonymous #rintalk

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Not sure which movie it is but in one of them when Clark is asking how Bruce got the house back from the bank and bruce says that he bought the bank? that but it’s Tim buying the house so Martha gets to keep it and meet Kon (while subsequently kicking Clark out of it)

It's actually RIDICULOUS how early in canon Kon actually met Ma and Pa and yet somehow DIDN'T instantly end up in their house . . . ?? Most OOC canon moment of all time, no other contenders.

I choose to believe their initial "oh, come by for dinner sometime! :)" invite was meant to be a trap and Kon just ran off to Hawaii before they could spring it.

#anonymous #rintalk

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The best part about sugar baby Kon going to Robin for advice and the make sure Tim isn't a villain is that sooner or later Kon has to find out that Robin is Tim. That's bound to be a fun moment of realizations for Kon and eternal mortification for Tim.

lbr, Tim's eternal mortification is thriving as-is, it doesn't need the help.

Bruce, eventually: I suppose you could tell Young Justice your identity at this point, if--

Tim: NO IT'S FINE REALLY I'M GOOD B HEY I THINK I HEAR SOMETHING ON THE POLICE SCANNER WE SHOULD HANDLE THAT IMMEDIATELY.

#anonymous #rintalk

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really llooking forward to the angry yelling Jason is gonna put the bat family through

ohhhhh it's all gonna be a THING, one way or the other, hahaha. 😆

#chaosandcats #rintalk

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Poor Jason is straight up not having a good time in the Jaykon soulmates, Timkon datemates and the fake Superboy WIP is he? Does the poor boy get any relief from his current uncomfortable and complicated situation anytime soon or does he have to suffer the Fake Kon and figure out how to extract himself? If it is a self extraction, man is he going to be so pissed off at Bruce and co. especially with his whole no one coming to rescue him in time in Ethiopia thing

Oh I'm SURE the aftermath of this situation will be dealt with reasonably and normally and all be fiiiiine and chill and toooootally not emotionally upsetting for ANYONE . . .

#anonymous #rintalk

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I *love* the tone and vibe of jaykon soulmates and wrong superboy!! it's so fun to watch someone who's like, Aware of his shit be so thoroughly done and also know how it's gonna fuck him up, all while bitching about Everything

Jason Todd is losing his whole-ass MIND about the bullshit of this situation and one way or another he is gonna VENT IT OUT.

#anonymous #rintalk

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Okay but Tim deciding that despite the amount of people that Dick’s been with, that he clearly doesn’t know what he’s talking about since throwing money at Kon seems to be working really well for him

Dick: yeah you don't have to spend a lot on people, just--

Tim, busy transferring Kon his truly ridiculous amount of allowance and setting up recurring mortgage payments: sounds fake but okay

#anonymous #rintalk