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petite-phthora · 7 months

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It's a date :)

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 9]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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The next day, Jason wakes up with a yawn. He stretches, letting out a relieved exhale. That was one of the best nights of sleep he’s had in a long time.

Usually, the Pit’s bothering him, combined with hours of patrolling and fighting crime, usually getting injured as well, he usually wakes up sore and almost just as exhausted as he goes to sleep.

But now…

It was calm. He felt calm.

He didn’t quite dream, though that was fine, as he hadn’t had any nightmares either.

It was… refreshing.

Though, all of it is also kind of… unnerving…

All these good things happening?

The Joker finally dying, meeting a cute guy who doesn’t seem intimidated by him as Red Hood and taking him out on a date, the Pit barely bothering him, sleeping better than he had in years…

With all of that happening, Jason can’t help but wonder…

When is the other shoe gonna drop?

His good mood slightly dampened with disconcertion, Jason gets out of bed with a small grunt. He doesn’t bother to get changed yet, instead moving along to the kitchen to start on breakfast.

After taking in the groceries he has left, Jason starts making some simple bacon and eggs. He catches himself humming while cooking and abruptly stops, continuing his cooking with a small frown on his face.

Why is he feeling this… this… good?

Just what is happening with the Pit?

He’s not enchanted or drugged or anything, is he?

It’s all the unknowns that are making Jason slightly worried.

Are his emotions still his own?

He feels like most of his worries have been stripped from his body. He feels way more comfortable in his skin. He feels happy, content, tranquil…

He just feels so much.

…

But still no rage.

He eats his breakfast while he ponders over his newfound emotional state. It’s as he eats that his eyes land on his phone.

The Bats have probably blown up his phone with calls and messages in the meantime.

And the fact that he doesn’t feel as irritated or mad as he should about it is another point of slight concern.

Either way. Ugh, Jason still doesn’t really want to deal with it.

However…

After he has put his plate away, he picks up his phone anyway and turns it back on. Sure enough, he has too many missed calls and unread messages. And it seems that with his ‘online’ status, some are encouraged again and start sending him more texts.

Jason ignores it all in favor of doing what he had planned to do when turning his phone back on anyway, messaging Danny.

Just so that he has Jason’s number as well

…

And perhaps to plan another date meetup, he thinks with an involuntary soft smile on his face.

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Private chat

RedHood: Hey, it's Red Hood. Just checking in and making sure you also have my number.

RedHood: In case of emergency, of course.

Danny: hi!! 👋😊

Danny: it’s Danny!! 😁

Danny: which you already knew..

Danny: obviously 😅 😅

RedHood: I do now.

RedHood: Who knows, you could’ve given me the wrong number.

RedHood: It’s good to have the confirmation that it’s you :)

Danny: ahh yes!

Danny: good point 👉

RedHood: So, I was wondering if you had the time to meet again sometime this week?

RedHood: I can show you around the city, y’know? Like I mentioned yesterday? :)

Danny: !!!

Danny: yes!! 😁

Danny: that sounds like fun! ☺️ 🙃

Danny: and very useful 🤔

Danny: it’s good to know where not to go 😌

Danny: so I don’t kill another clown 🤡

Danny: haha

Danny: not that I’m like planning on killing another clown! 😰

Danny: no sir, there is no murder on this agenda!! 🙅 🙅

Danny: clowns or otherwise

RedHood: Haha, I didn’t think so.

RedHood: It was pretty clear to me it was self-defense anyway, don’t worry :)

RedHood: Even if it wasn’t, it was the Joker. So who, other than the Bat, cares?

RedHood: And it’s not like I can judge.

Danny: ah, good good

Danny: didn’t want my first impression to be being a murderer 😅 😅

Danny: that’d be bad 😓

RedHood: You don’t need to worry.

RedHood: You made a pretty good first impression in my opinion :)

RedHood: So, when are you free? For the meetup?

RedHood: I can come pick you up at your apartment again, if you want?

Danny: oh yeah that’d be nice!! 😊

Danny: and uhh, lemme check my school schedule real quick brb

Danny: alright, so I have classes till like 12.30 today

Danny: but I’m free from then on 🙃

Danny: minus like, time I need to eat lunch and stuff 😅 😅

Danny: does that work for you?

Danny: I mean else I could probably do like thursday or something 🤔

Danny: if that works better??

RedHood: Today works just fine. And we can pick up some lunch on the way if need be. My treat :)

RedHood: I’ll come pick you up around 1 pm then?

Danny: it’s a date!! 😁

Danny: I mean sure, totally! it’s not a date!! 🙅 🙅

Danny: unless you want it to be a date?.. 👀

Danny: I mean did you mean for it to be a date?

Danny: is it a date? 🤔 🤔

Danny: I mean I don’t wanna assume 😅

Danny: and like

Danny: I wouldn’t mind if it was a date.. 👀

Danny: or if it wasn’t a date!!

Danny: wouldn’t mind that either, of course 😅

Danny: I just wasn’t quite sure where we stood 😓 🥺

Danny: and what the context of the meetup was

Danny: ..?

Danny: Red Hood??

RedHood: It’s a date.

RedHood: ;)

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Jason goes offline and turns his phone back off, still pointedly ignoring all the unread messages and missed calls from the Bats. He slides it onto and across the table in front of him and proceeds to put his arms down in front of him, resting his face on them.

Soft smile still on his face and cheeks colored faintly pink, Jason closes his eyes.

It’s a date…

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@i-always-say-yea @uraniumwizard @why-must-i-be-like-this @griffinthing

#dp x dc #dp x dc fic #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dead on main #dead on main ship #jason having no more worries and feeling genuinely happy and in love: are these drugs? am i drugged?#jason who never uses smileys unless to flip someone off: *uses smileys to hopefully put danny a bit at ease/make him a little less nervous*#oh and for those who are confused #Jason put Danny in his contacts as 'Nova'. In-chat nicknames will not be the same as contact names #also i love how it doesnt occur to jason that it might be strange for the ppl of gotham to see red hood going out during the day #like he planned the date as red hood and thats what danny knows him as and stuff #but still going about as red hood when going on an actual date + during the day and stuff doesn't seem like a great idea tbh #oh well

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mikodrawnnarratives · 5 months

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Oscar, Ruby, Danna, and Adrian's sense of humor rubs off onto Nova.

I don't make the rules

#renegades trilogy #renegades #adrian everhart #nova artino #ruby tucker #oscar silva #wiki says that's his last name at least #renegades marissa meyer

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weird-fish-thingy · 5 months

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i wonder what he would think about human affection...

NVM I REGRET IT

#Chak 'Lok x oc #I DARE TO USE HIS NAME IN TAGS #BITE ME BITCH #Chak 'lok #🥭 loko poko #chava #oc x canon #s/i x f/o #nova draws #Non human f/o #alien f/o #self insert x canon #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #fictional other #chak lok #chak'lok

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starpirateee · 2 months

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Alr Imma do something complicated unexpected and suggest some Shitty Cops (Bailey and Sam)

You're welcome, Oz <3

Oh my god shitty cops in my inbox 😭 this will be a pleasure and a curse, these two are so awful...

Uhhh @oswaldpettyeye , Nab wanted you to see this so... C'mere, take your shitty cops and their shitty requited pining that makes them argue like an old married couple

Pre tw for blood, death and vomiting

The team pushed open the door, flashlight beams bouncing off the walls. It had been almost twenty years since he'd been at Hatchetfield High, but much like the rest of this town, it hadn't changed in the slightest.

The first thing he saw when he entered was the message written out on the wall. The light from hid torch reflected off it, adding a certain ominous shine to the lettering. It looked like paint, but on closer inspection, he found that not to be the case at all.

"That's fuckin' blood," he declared, unable to do anything but stare as the viscous red dripped down the wall.

As more of the squad investigated the writing, he moved further into the locker room, feeling a wave of nausea overcome him. This wasn't happening. For god's sake, he was Sam fucking Sweetly, he didn't get grossed out by some crime scene. That wasn't him.

For the time being, he swallowed that back and tried to continue on his investigation. He pushed open the door to one of the toilet stalls, having followed a trail of blood on the ground, and peered inside. Led by the torch beam, he scanned the tiny space, and felt his stomach drop as the pit of nausea returned in an instant.

"Holy shit-"

There was a boy, face down on the ground. His blood stained the floor, the edge of the seat, and most of the clothing that was visible. The kid's hair was soaked, his body was bloated, and his skin was already greying.

Sam ran to the next stall along, tripping over himself, and barely managed to pull his hair back before he vomited.

"How fast can you get here?"

"Hatchetfield High? I'll be there in ten."

Bailey sauntered into the break room, looking to grab himself a drink. Technically, he could be at the high school in five minutes; he was allowed to break the speed limit if he needed to. Before he got into that, though, he was going to pick up a coffee.

Immediately, he noticed Sam, lounging against one of the chairs with a glass in hand. Bailey didn't know whether it was just the bright lights, or whether there was something wrong, but he looked a little paler than usual.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up, at least acknowledging the presence of the other officer. "Oliver."

Bailey's brow creased. "What happened? Where's everyone else?"

"It's just me." Sam leaned back, finishing off his glass and running his free hand over his face. "I'm not going back to that fuckin' school."

"Why not?"

"None of ya damn business!"

Bailey held up his hands. One moment, he was focusing on the way Sam looked at him, seemingly more alarmed that he'd chosen to ask than defensive over the actual answer. The next moment, still wondering why he'd been called in to replace this guy of all people, he had averted his attention in order to pour himself the coffee that had been brewing. "Geez, it was just a question..."

"Well, lay off."

He was pale. That wasn't a trick of the light. Sam was washed out and pallid, his forehead still slick with sweat despite his efforts to keep it at bay. If Bailey had been paying more attention, he would've noticed the way Sam was gripping the glass so hard that his knuckles had gone white, but he wasn't, so he didn't.

Closing the lid on his cup, he turned around and leaned against the counter, glancing in Sam's direction. He slipped the shades from his top pocket and over his eyes. "I got called in as your replacement, I just wanna know what I'm dealing with here."

"Murder." Sam's answer came quickly, bluntly. A manner that was fully expected. "Dead body. All that shit."

Bailey's eyebrow quirked. "... What's the matter, Sweetly? Scared of a little blood?"

Sam snarled, his gaze snapping over his shoulder to meet Bailey's. "Shut the fuck up and do your goddamn job, Bailey."

As he walked out, Sam swore he heard a huff of laughter. He cursed under his breath and sank back into the chair. What an asshole.

Bailey arrived late. This was a surprise to nobody. In fact, there was someone waiting outside to point him in the right direction, and he hadn't checked his watch once. When the squad car pulled up to the school's parking lot, he just hummed, awaiting the other officer. "Bailey. Here for Sweetly, I'm guessing?"

"Yep," Bailey looked around as he approached, as if Sam had followed him or something. "What happened to him? He refused to tell me..."

"He refused to tell you? Well, he got in there, saw the body, and vomited. Immediately."

Bailey scoffed initially. "Nah, no way. He wouldn't, he's too-" then it clicked. He remembered the state that Sam was in when he'd found him. His pallid face, the size of that glass of water... His eyes went wide. "Wait, are you fucking serious?"

In return, he got a nod that almost forced a bark of involuntary laughter out of him.

"Sweetly ralphed?!"

"Body was found in the locker room, thank god. He made it to one of the open stalls... Didn't contaminate the crime scene or anything, but he was a fucking mess."

Still is.

That much went unsaid. Bailey decided to give Sam a little bit of his dignity. Not like he deserved it, but he was still recovering! Maybe he'd goad him for it later... To his face, perhaps. He really was scared of a little blood...

For now, he cut him a little slack. He was already gonna get it for deciding to call himself "Hatchetfield's Finest", rubbing it in now was only setting him up for worse, and Bailey wanted to make this last.

"Show me this shit, I think I have to see what all the damn fuss is about."

The two of them made their way to the locker room. As their footsteps echoed through the hallways, Bailey momentarily let himself feel a little nervous. Sam was known for being the toughest guy in the precinct. He was a loudmouth, sure, but he usually followed through on his threats. The fact that the crime scene made him vomit had to mean it was pretty damn serious.

And serious, it was.

He got the chance to look over the body of the boy, the locker room itself, and the message on the wall. Immediately, he saw why Sam had felt so nauseous: this was an absolute mess, and that poor kid had really gotten the worst of it from whoever did this.

"Jesus, talk about a bully, huh?" He said aloud, thinking about the facts. This kid was drowned in the toilet, for god's sake, that was a classic move! They'd been doing it since he was in highschool!

"Huh?"

All attention was suddenly on him. He stopped in his tracks when he realised the conversation had died off completely. "What?"

"A bully?"

"Uh, yeah? Face down in the fuckin toilet? That's a classic bully move! This kid quite literally got bullied to death, ain't it obvious?"

"So... What? We're looking for someone this kid's age?"

Bailey shrugged. "Didn't say that. Could be someone who never grew outta old habits, wanted to make things look interesting." He was pretty convinced that this was the work of someone of a similar age; the writing on the wall gave that one away. The words Nerdy Prudes Must Die weren't generally something a self respecting adult would write, even if they were out for blood.

A sudden thought crossed his mind, another case they'd been running before this murder came up. There had been someone else disappear from this school not two weeks ago. Sure they hadn't actually found any leads yet, but this couldn't be a coincidence. "Hey, we got a name for this kid yet?"

"Mhm, coroner has him identified as... Richard Lipschitz."

"Didn't some kid go missing from here a couple weeks back?"

"The football star? Jägerman?"

Okay, so Lipschitz definitely didn't look like a football star, but Bailey couldn't exactly say he'd been paying full attention to that case when it came up. All he knew was some teenager had turned up missing from Hatchetfield High, and now another had been killed.

"You think they're related? The cases?"

"... Could be."

By the time Bailey got back to the precinct, Sam had long since passed the point of forcing himself to work to make himself look better. One thing was for sure, and that was hat he definitely looked a little more alive than the last time Bailey had seen him.

He managed to stop him when they were passing in the corridor, which managed to agitate him enough as it was, but when he looked up straight into Bailey's eyes, he scowled.

"What?"

"... Farris told me." Bailey admitted. "Everything."

"Oh that fucking snake." Sam hissed, the fire behind his eyes igniting. "And what? You come to gloat about how right you were? Fucking hell, you're such a child."

Bailey faltered. He'd never liked admitting he was wrong, and Sam didn't deserve the satisfaction of it, but he had been wrong, when it came down to it. He sighed. "Jesus Christ... No, I- you were-"

Never before had he sounded like such a stuttering prick. The hell was his problem?

"Nah, y'know, I don't think you'd have been the only one to ralph after seeing that shit."

Sam smirked like his cocky edge had never been lost. "What's the matter, Oliver, scared of a little blood?"

#starkid #sam sweetly #officer bailey #void offering #tw blood #tw death #tw vomit #nova's tags →#i hate sweetly why am i doing this 🤣#oh yeah. for the sake of shitty cops #hey listen this is not a bad thing. im happy to write it #there's just something about him thats so...... ughhhh #i love bailey tho. then again bailey never threatened to kill anyones kid...#stupid hc: his name is oliver but nobody figured that out for ages because when he introduced himself #they thought he just said officer #and they rolled with it because of course they would #star mail

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evevoli · 4 months

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eepy

#the stellers jay is named Nova btw :]#my actual friend nova if youre reading this. Hi 👋#flight feathers #evff #selene ff #nova ff #my art #ev.post #original character #artists on tumblr

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isabelguerra · 2 months

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having a sick day after the last like two months of stress so im gonna be the most indulgent ive ever been. wizard au has absolutely nothing on this level of indulgence

paranatural pacific rim au. years ago, ed and isabel were drift compatible sibling pilots to the jaegar BLITZ VALHALLA. after a kaiju incident which put Ed out of commission (leg injury), they relocated to the Shatterdome control room and began using that goofy charisma for coordinating Jaegar communications. Dawn Valhalla has since been decommissioned and Isabel co-pilotless, despite her blood thrumming to return to the cockpit. For now, cadet Guerra works as one physical combat specialist alongside:

MAXWELL PUCKETT is the Shatterdome’s newest recruit and rookie drift compatibility director. He heads the department of candidate choreography, using his experience in physical studies to identify potential jaegar co-pilots. He moved from the States due to the recent kaiju resurgence happening alongside the coast, and was recruited by the newly-appointed drowning head of the Jaegar Reinstatement Program, Richard Spender.

ISAAC O’CONNOR is. Um. A.. water.. boy…. maybe?

SCOURGE BEHEMOTH is the first and only Jaegar to ever share a 4-person neural load. Cadets JHONNY, OOP, STEVENS, and RAEL-JESÚS pilot the quad-armed titan — until Scourge is near destroyed fighting against a category 4 kaiju. Cadet Stevens has taken the opportunity to shift his focus towards field research, using his background in cryptosaurology to take over as lead kaiju groupie biologist. Cadet Oop is currently his assistant/supervisor, citing that “someones gotta watch ‘im. Dunno what’d happen if he got ‘leashed on the world alone.” In his own work Prof. Oop coaches what little incoming cadets the program still has. He occasionally works closely with Puckett, Guerra, and... Cadet Rael-Jesús has joined Burger in the Shatterdome control room, keeping their ears alert on deep sea soundwaves that may indicate activity in the Breach. Cadet Jhonny. Well. Cadet Guerra works as one physical combat specialist. Cadet Jhonny works as the other one. He joins Puckett and Guerra in the training facilities. For better or for worse.

The Jaegar program is already in decline. Kaiju keep coming. With each Jaegar the Shatterdome sends, fewer and fewer rangers come back — Dawn and Scourge? They were lucky.

The Shatterdome is growing desperate to stop this — in any way they can. They might even consider… reactivating some old friends.

#‘um katie stephens last name was revealed to be henchman in the latest upda-‘ NOT REAL. NOT REAL. DONT ACCEPT IT. THATS NOT HIS NAME. LALAL #paranatural #prau #something something something — GAUNTLET NOVA #swinging my feet. i should do some laundry before a friend comes over for gravity falls night

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kyisweird · 5 months

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currently listening to the audiobook of aristotle and dante dive into the waters of the world for the time and im so unsurprised that the quintana's named their baby SOPHOCLES bcuz of course they did 😭

#his middle name being bartholomew is unsurprisingly too lmao #aristotle and dante dive into the waters of the world #dante quintana #aristotle mendoza #aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe #nova posta

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quantum-cat · 7 months

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Enterprise: S01 E06 Terra Nova - MALCOLM REED ICONS

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#star trek enterprise #ent s01 e06 terra nova #malcolm reed #dominic keating #ent icons #ent s01 #i forgot my tagging system; i think i was using ste before which kinda goes against what the fandom uses :0 #gonna have to go back and change that because i don't like it anymore #it's also been a long time since i've made or posted anything #things are rough out there #edit: why did no one tell me I spelled his name wrong TT

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ut-girl666 · 1 year

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Idea: The Matrix, being a parasite that uses the Primes as it’s hosts, slowly turns the Primes into eldritch horror-ific beings, and the forms they hold in front of people to make them appear normal are actually just a ‘cloaked’ form for their ‘true’ form (Maccadam from CV for example). This happens to all the Primes, it just usually takes a long time even by their standards to build up enough, and usually the newer/younger ones are like baby horrors.

Another idea: Rodimus, having been born in the primacy essentially as Optimus’s son, has grown up with them, and seen them in their true forms from a young age. It is now impossible to freak him out with them, because before Hot Rod could walk, he looked Nova dead in the face in it’s true form as it cradled him in it’s arms, and cooed up at it. Optimus now says that to Rodimus, they’re not horrors, they’re eldritch wonders. He genuinely looks at them and believes some to be quite pretty. Or he calmly/casually asks if Op thinks Quintus’s Subnautica octopus ass could fit in a flower vase, because octopuses don’t have bones, and this is long dead ghost, so it’s gotta be possible, right? (Op just wants one normal conversation about the Primes with his son. one. that’s all he asks (while snorting laughs but that’s beside the point-).)

In short: The Primes are eldritch horrors in their true forms + Rodimus isn’t bothered in the slightest about this fact.

#ut’s og trash post #ut talks #transformers #rodimus #optimus prime #primes #the primes #nova prime #the matrix of leadership #eldritch horrors #the primes are eldritch horrors #rodimus looks at Quintus and goes ‘ooh octopus!’#he cannot understand what the goddamn hell they are #but he doesn’t particularly care #they are terrifying ungodly entities that always have and will out date Cybertron’s populace to most #to Rodimus’s they’re just funky little pretty butterflies of their own kind #and yes #rodimus is in fact aware that as time passes he is very very slowly turning into such a creature himself #Optimus told him way back and showed his own true form #that only got him questions like ‘so will I turn into a phoenix monster?’ and ‘is that why your creation name is Orion?’#Rodimus is entirely unphased and finds it actually a little intriguing #Optimus is exasperated and laughs in pain every time it happens ‘but at least Rodimus isn’t traumatized by it?’#anyway enjoy

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mamawasatesttube · 10 months

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I feel like we as a society don’t talk enough about Kon and how he’s so much like Clark in of himself, and how that should rightfully give him a bit of a crisis. There should be more more moments where he looks at Clark and goes “Just like you. Am I just like you?”

SO true. where's the in-universe moment when kon realizes that kon-el is just an anagram of clone but with a k!!!

they genuinely are very similar though. the parallels are SO there. in a way kon's admiration of clark and desire to emulate him both stems from and feeds back into this tbh, like yeah buddy you sure do wanna be superman one day don't you. don't you?

that deep-seated kindness and desire to help everyone. that's the Biggest one i think. it runs so deeply through the core of both of their characters. clark is much more mellow than Kon at first, bc early kon is young and brash and hotheaded and SO full of a zest for life. but post-death kon really mellows out, too. ofc there's always things to be said about writers making him more like clark in the post geoff era, but it does still feel like a compelling narrative arc.

on the one hand it def would i think give him a bit of a crisis, especially later on in life, to think that he's had so much of his own life and experiences and yet he's still so much like clark - does his own individuality not matter? - but it's something so clearly tied to his own expectations of himself bc everyone else can plainly see both the similarities AND all the differences.

on the other hand, i so deeply also would love a story in which kon's universal kindness and refusal to accept cruelty or wrongdoing ends up inspiring people the same exact way clark does. and kon himself doesn't even see it. but we do.

#i am once again thinking about kon and nova (the wonderful baby boy duck and i have created) (our newest oc)#tldr of it is that nova is a clone of someone who expected to live a very short life and die as a tool for others #but kon is like hey FUCK that! you're a person you deserve to be treated with kindness and compassion #and it is so inspiring and gives nova hope for himself for the first time in his life #and that's why he names himself nova. after supernova the hero who saved him and taught him to live #there's a lot more to this story but that's the bare bones and the parts relevant here #bc that's. that's the Exact kind of radical kindness and inspiration and warmth clark has #and kon doesn't even know he's doing it too <3 #kon #answers

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